Poetry

Erotic Haiku #1: Fucked Under Moonlight

 

The moon it hangs low

Just like your two testicles

As they swing freely

 

A cool breeze rushes

Through the window I opened

And tickles my spine

 

Your cock points upwards

As if calling to the moon

And dribbles lightly

 

I clasp it so tight

Gripping it like a handrail

On a busy train

 

Its pulse feels heavy

Beneath my small sweaty palm

I can barely wait

 

My tongue flits over

The sensitive, tender tip

Lapping up honey

 

Fuck me like thunder

With the strength of a blue whale

Fighting the rough tide

 

Cum in my mouth, dear

There’s so much more semen left

That I long to taste

 

 

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