Poem Number 905

1001 Arabian Fucking Nights

We fucked for hours,
while licentious funk filled the air
and nothing could be heard
but the hiss of our sighs,
full-mouthed moans and the slurping
sound of juicy skin against skin
as sensations filled to overflow
regulated by an occasional laugh or giggle
in celebration, in joyful excess,
at being alive and fucking together.
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Yeah, love-making should be the celebrated national pasttime - screw baseball.

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well there are a couple of playerz I wouldn't mind getting to first base with ;)
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I love the stink of a sopping wet woman. The reek of good love when she's leaking all over the place.
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Disgusting!
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i like it.
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Me too.
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I can just envision the play by play announcer at a National Fucking Leauge event: Yes Bob that tongue technique is difficult when she's wiggling like that but Martinez has the proper grip on the pudendum and there won't be any labial/teeth fouls on this play.
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LOL!
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Maybe it will be more like figure skating where you get scored on the compulsory routines before you can let loose with the freestyle stuff.
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The judges score is in with an all around average 8.9
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Yup it's hard to get a perfect score with all those dam Russian judges.
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That first line is the stuff dreams are made of. Unless I've missed out on something, "hours" is a slight exageration, purelly whishful thinking.
...BR
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Ever tried Viagra?
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veary nice. cinda hard to fallow but i really like it:) nice one --eric--