1. Thirty Seconds. Maybe A Minute Or Two.


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: Porgy87, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    I lie between your thighs. You raise your knees for me And cock your hips as well, To show me what you need. I look up at your eyes And happily I see The face of lust itself Rejoicing in my greed. I slide down to the prize. Your pussy could not be More tempting, hot, or wet! I carefully proceed. I listen to your cries Of “Please! Be good to me!” And smile because I know Just where those pleas will lead. I feel my own lust rise. We both know that I’ll be Attending to your cunt . (No mincing words, indeed!) I lick your lips and prise Them open, where I see And feel and taste the nest That holds your precious bead. I notice that your sighs Of passion now are free Of self-restraint and come At ever-faster speed. I plunge my tongue, its size Now grown with urgency To match my cock, which wants To spew out all my seed. I drink the juice that lies Within your sweet and spicy Cunt! And then I lick You madly with such need I cannot stop! I seize This opportunity To drink and eat you up! And still I must ...
    concede I need to have it all! I pass my tongue above Your labia to bite Your clitoris, your bead Of love and lust and madness And frenzy that obliterates The careful planning that has gone into Making you go wild. I can’t stop eating you and drinking in your scent And rubbing my face against your cunt! You are thrusting yourself into my face And my tongue and my teeth And then my fingers thrust themselves Into your cunt where you grip them with the vise Of your cunt harder than it is possible to do Except when the heat is on you As it is now and as it is with me. And finally you burst into flame and fireworks and the roaring sea and you weep and thrash From side to side. I cannot let you go, I must have every bit of the thunder and lightning that I’ve forced into you and out of you and I must ride the storm. You are the storm. I must ride the storm. You are the storm. I must ride the storm. You are the storm. … At last I realize The roaring of the sea Has passed. We are at rest, No hunger left to feed.
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