- Erotic Poetry
- The Big Sleaze
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For an hour’s worth I’m willing to be your whore.
Toss me a dime and let’s get a little Rated X.
Upskirt and cum splatter like paint on a house:
I’m willing to be your wall;
I’ll wear your stripes proudly like a flag:
Open blouse behind the back of your spouse.
Unbuckle those jeans, honey,
I want to see what I’m getting for your money.
Oh my God, I really could not wish for any more.
It looks like you have much to brag of.
No wonder those Levis have been bulging, love.
You want to get into my pants, and I want in yours.
You’re bubbling like champagne shores:
I’m drunk on your bigness,
and at this rate I’d sell myself out till I am poor.
Ride my pussy till you loosen my blonde wig;
I’ll split my center till your hat falls from your skull.
I’ll be your bimbo if you spread my legs like twigs,
and can I give you a tug and pull?
That’s it, let those pants fall.
Slip it inside my open face, agape and heavy-lidded.
My love is for sale, and you have outbid them all.
My eyes gag on your size as you fall atop me.
