He Is Willing : Adult Poetry

He Is Willing

By: Julia L. Clark

He is willing to be Tsar in my glistening crowds of throng.

He pushes me to the edge of eclipse to hear his voices of wrongs.

Marinated in Okavango Swamps of awe struck.

I am in his brunch plans riding his penis tires with the heated of his lust.

Am I ready to be a mermaid of a different color of erotic sluts?

His shirt unbuttoning my thoughts sending me on verbal abuses of “O Fuck”.

His lips move before his words speak but can he love me right in his lonely bed sheets?

The tuck in flap from his belt is being released from the support of holes while I clinch my teeth.

Lighting strikes and sends me on a Déjà vu as his pants of business falls.

My woman of virile masculine looses powers and starts to virtu his beautiful art.

He is willing to walk over to me in nude of ardor and reach out a palm of contentment.

An my hand of thirst reach out to drink this journey.

I am so abysmal and marinated in my cunt of horniness.

Theirs no time wasting as he is digging in to my pearls of twin girls.

I give birth to the reveal ness of them and let them stand at attention to his tongue of commandment.

He is drooling and I am flashing a smile of rain as I reach up to suck my index finger with my naughty girl face. My face of smooth light brown skin can’t be denied as he takes my finger away from my lips and inserts it to his saliva of Lake Chautauqua.

The strapless dress of tulips fall and we start twisting saliva of Hurricane Katrina Rains and start creating this beautiful love story.

He is willing to lay his head on my shoulders and start tracing my spinal.

His lips of starvation start tasting my shoulders

And my lips of craving start tonguing his.

We lost control of our wheels and followed our hunger of wheels.

I land upon the hands of a wall

A wall so full of strength.

My legs are being bent back like I am a gymnastic teacher and he starts to enforce his storm front.

I start moaning, I mean like ooh wee I bay bee.

And I am being defeated in ways like never sexually before.

My body asks questions I want to be released freely with tongue masturbations of four.

I am so slippery as I slide down the wall.

I feel a dick,

I mean a dick so tall speaking hello to my walls.

Then my walls welcomed him by clenching his hand at pleasure.

I am looking down and watching pleasure of tree’s going in and out,

I mean in and out of me.

I am watching porno through the acts of my own performance and it’s burning up my petroleum cunt juices.

I want to see his head so he pulls it out and slap it with my clit.

I start getting powers as a white moon and start saying “ooh I don’t stop it “

One more time across my clit his dick popped it and slide it in.

Then I start moving like I was on stage again and start belly dancing.

His hands clinched my throat and start choking me in the heat of his flames and start fighting war rages with my tongue.

He is willing,

To take full command

Of a world that I clinch to take charge of

He is willing to erase my untamed chalk board.

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