The Ripping Of Silk Poem by W.F.D. BLCK

The Ripping Of Silk



Made to probe so hard and black.
Her silky lobes. a yielding reservoir.
Worldly pleasures inside anxious to be gored.
Hooded beast spears the walls to her back.

Sizing the moans louder than any screams.
Muscle bobbing in, out with a flagrant surge.
Rounds of ecstasy demons-kings must emerge.
Love wrapped about the lust splashed dreams.

Monday, February 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sexuality
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