Erotic Poetry
2010-11-20
There are two syllables in the language of love
that seem to be sent from the angels up above.
Those two syllables make up a beautiful sound.
Pus-sy, the word that causes desires all around.
Nestled twixt two ivory pillars of royalty.
There in all its erotic beauty is pussy.
Men and women alike desire a taste of it.
They both want to suck in their mouth the erect clit.
O the joy of tasting such sweet nectar found there.
The thrill of fucking an object so very rare.
I think I've never known a thing that brings such glee.
As spurting my warm male seed deep inside pus-sy.
