at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered, ‘Oh!’
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. ‘O Jesus!’ he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
Rhetorical Questions
Hugo Williams
How do you think I feel
when you make me talk to you
and won’t let me stop
till the words turn into a moan?
Do you think I mind
when you put your hand over my mouth
and tell me not to move
so you can ‘hear’ it happening?
And how do you think I like it
when you tell me what to do
and your mouth opens
and you look straight through me?
Do you think I mind
when the blank expression comes
and you set off alone
down the hall of collapsing columns?
Haikus to Fuck to
Leo Cookman
She loses her clothes
In seconds. Out stick her tits
Then she climbs on top
My cock between lips
Day and Night, joyful sucking,
‘Please cum in my mouth’
Hot, sweaty and hard
My dick in her hand, she wanks
Me to perfection
I spread her legs wide
And my head put between them
To lick her pussy
‘Your cock’s amazing’
‘I want your dick inside me’
My cock in her cunt
‘Now, cum on my tits’
‘You’re just so hot when you cum’
‘I’m stroking myself’
It’s lovely to lick
Around the dark nipples on
Her round and soft breasts
She sticks her legs out
As I fuck her so hard, she
Asks it deeper still
Ecstasy in moans
As I hammer forth, inside,
Out driving our cum
My cock soaking wet
Gloved by her slit, now dripping,
We fuck. In and out.
We shout then as I
Ejaculate inside her.
Warm, creamy and white.
I slide my spent dick
Out of her sodden, wet minge.
My lover I kiss.
Caked in each other’s
Kisses and sweat, on her I
Lie. Absolute bliss.
The Sun Rising
John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’
She’s all states, and all princes I;
Nothing else is;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.
Flicker
Robert Frant
Your tongue gives such pleasure
When you, at
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered, ‘Oh!’
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. ‘O Jesus!’ he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
Rhetorical Questions
Hugo Williams
How do you think I feel
when you make me talk to you
and won’t let me stop
till the words turn into a moan?
Do you think I mind
when you put your hand over my mouth
and tell me not to move
so you can ‘hear’ it happening?
And how do you think I like it
when you tell me what to do
and your mouth opens
and you look straight through me?
Do you think I mind
when the blank expression comes
and you set off alone
down the hall of collapsing columns?
Haikus to Fuck to
Leo Cookman
She loses her clothes
In seconds. Out stick her tits
Then she climbs on top
My cock between lips
Day and Night, joyful sucking,
‘Please cum in my mouth’
Hot, sweaty and hard
My dick in her hand, she wanks
Me to perfection
I spread her legs wide
And my head put between them
To lick her pussy
‘Your cock’s amazing’
‘I want your dick inside me’
My cock in her cunt
‘Now, cum on my tits’
‘You’re just so hot when you cum’
‘I’m stroking myself’
It’s lovely to lick
Around the dark nipples on
Her round and soft breasts
She sticks her legs out
As I fuck her so hard, she
Asks it deeper still
Ecstasy in moans
As I hammer forth, inside,
Out driving our cum
My cock soaking wet
Gloved by her slit, now dripping,
We fuck. In and out.
We shout then as I
Ejaculate inside her.
Warm, creamy and white.
I slide my spent dick
Out of her sodden, wet minge.
My lover I kiss.
Caked in each other’s
Kisses and sweat, on her I
Lie. Absolute bliss.
The Sun Rising
John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’
She’s all states, and all princes I;
Nothing else is;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.
Flicker
Robert Frant
Your tongue gives such pleasure
When you, at
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