I’m Really Horny

I’m Really HornyThis poem isn’t to be read by decent folk Of mild mannerisms, and of a nice word spoke Of virgin imagination, or of a mindset pure Of those who think not of the erotically obscure Whose presence of mind stretches a greater span Not set on the baser thoughts of carnal man But who think on things that transcends the human whole Learning more of thoughts of the mind and soul This poem isn’t to be heard by the virgin ear Or of those use to the sounds of morality they hear Of those who’ve been taught principles, sound and sturdy To regard what I’m about to say as perverse and dirty I invite those ones to shut their ears, and close their eyes And for those who feel they can’t handle this to do likewise For I’m about to express a sentiment as powerful as a potent pill I’m so damn horny, I can’t sit still I think of nights when the moment bornova escort grips And the taste of moist pussy rests on my lips Giving cunnilingus true and tried Idolizing the twat, like a groom saluting his bride A vagina hot like a sun beaten stone Lapping and licking the luscious lady like an Ice Cream Cone Each lick exciting an arousing singe Every time my tongue passes a lip fringe Eating out a vaginal venue with orgasms making a mess Munching away, much like a man at a pie eating contest Feminine wetness around my mouth and on my chin as she flows Mixed with the smell of hot pussy now weaved through my nose French kissing punani eliciting a liquid cheer As the oohs, ahhs and uhhs make love to my ears Reminiscing on encounters that made my urges say please I’m so horny, very horny, my thoughts are a tease bornova escort bayan Flashbacks of ecstasy with motions bodacious Leaves me with a yearning, and my private parts anxious After tasting forbidden fruit, after-taste still on my tongue Orgasmic wine on my lips have me sprung Sitting still with these naughty thoughts, burning in my desire… To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time, long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, escort bornova servicing a very hot snatch As I feel her throwing it back at me, like a k** playing catch These thoughts and images are driving my urges wild I’m so fuckin’ horny, I hunger for sex, like food to a starving c***d I’m horny as fuck, so much so, I squirm All I need is a moist pussy to wet my worm A freak that gives the kind of fuck I give, in body language verse Who can quench my naughtiest urges, like water quenches thirst I love a missionary style fuck of course I also like it doggy style, and ridin’ that booty like a horse It is just my imagination, but this urge isn’t gone yet With imagery so real, I can smell the scent of a womanly crotch intermingled with sweat By now, the momentum of words are stalled And some just might be shocked and appalled That I would be so candid, so graphic, so real,… In expressing how fucking horny I feel Maybe I touched a button on you, and you, and you Because I know if you’re warm blooded, sometimes you feel like I do Riled in mind and body, I can’t sit still in my seat Passionate is my fire, for I’m a horny male in heat