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poem_113_Harder-Rougher
Upon his bed
We both did lie
He pushed his head
Deep inside
I on my back
He bestriding my lap
Experience we lacked
Which was gone in a snap
Slow at first
We both did go
But our thirst
Of course did grow
Harder I pleaded
Harder he went
The more I needed
The more he sent
The bed did squeak
My moans did incline
He not close to peak
I asked for a rough combine
He pulled away
Pointed to the floor
I said okay
As we started hardcore
He used to cum quick
Not satisfy me a bit
But this did the trick
I barely could take it
He slammed and slammed
He went faster and faster
And the more he rammed
He became my master
Making me say his name
Pressing one hand on my throat
And choking me became
A routine promote
I now on all fours
He kneeling in thrust
My once implores
Were no longer a lust
I asked him to be harder
I asked him to be rough
Now I have this ardor
And I can't get enough
Inspired by: / Dedicated to: Keith Hixenbaugh
Created on: April 20, 2006 - 19:21
