Erotica, R-18+
The guy seemed all talk,
promising to make me scream.
Like nothing I’ve experienced before,
He’d fulfil my wildest dream.
‘I’m larger than average,
my tongue can do a trick,
with my hands I’ll caress,
my moves are super slick.’
‘I don’t know,’ I replied,
‘It’s easy to brag,
do you come with references
that can rate your shag?’
‘Oh yes,’ He said
handing me a written review.
Promising that I’d be so satisfied that
I’d write him one too.
Now I had some proof
that he could potentially deliver,
besides all this banter
was starting to make me shiver.
Why not? I thought,
may as well give him a crack.
I invited him over
and laid down on my back.
With deft proficiency
he touched me everywhere,
slowly building up
until I was screaming a prayer.
‘My goodness!’ I exclaimed,
you need to work on your words.
‘Dam boy you’re underselling yourself,
at least by two thirds.’
He didn’t stop there
in fact he went harder,
pulling out the toys and
tying me down with ardor.
He taught me new moves
and positions of pleasure.
He guided me through new scenes,
totally at his leisure.
That suited me fine cause
I was enjoying the ride
and that is why I’ve chosen
in this poem to confide.
He may seem all talk
but trust me when I say,
that he will deliver on it all
satisfying you in every way.
I am in fact surprised
that he doesn’t come with a queue.
Hopefully I can fix that for him,
with this written review.
