I came upon a blog a while back, a blog by David Greene. He has a wonderful way with words and a seemingly unlimited amount of originality. I have placed a couple pieces of his most recent work here for you to read. Do check his blog out if you like poetry:
LITTLE SISTER
It was my
wife’s sexy younger sister
who led
my wayward heart astray
from fidelity
wife’s sexy younger sister
who led
my wayward heart astray
from fidelity
Step by step
the little flower girl at my wedding
now a woman
led my cock into her pants – up her
sexy mini skirt
the little flower girl at my wedding
now a woman
led my cock into her pants – up her
sexy mini skirt
Within the secret
upstairs room in the old barn standing
behind my in laws
home my wife’s little sister let me taste
her forbidden love
upstairs room in the old barn standing
behind my in laws
home my wife’s little sister let me taste
her forbidden love
With no one
else the wiser she became my
secret lover
on that rainy afternoon not so
long ago
else the wiser she became my
secret lover
on that rainy afternoon not so
long ago
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Innocence Lost
On a warm summers eve
the well-hung
sky blue eyed and curly
brown haired
poet to be became a man
in the sweetest
of dreams at the hands of a
sexy daughter
of mother nature who is the
goddess of love
to the heights of orgasmic
bliss she took
the eighteen year old lad
unlocked the
telepathic powers concealed
within his mind
then sent him on his way to
chase her sisters
from whom his life is drawn
the well-hung
sky blue eyed and curly
brown haired
poet to be became a man
in the sweetest
of dreams at the hands of a
sexy daughter
of mother nature who is the
goddess of love
to the heights of orgasmic
bliss she took
the eighteen year old lad
unlocked the
telepathic powers concealed
within his mind
then sent him on his way to
chase her sisters
from whom his life is drawn
Hidden within the woods
atop a blanket
lying upon an altar of grass
and dead leaves
the sky blue eyed poet to be
lay upon his
backside – watched as the
brown haired
girl who lived just up the
street straddled
his well-hung body with her
slender legs well-
toned silky smooth thighs re-
moved the pullover
blue jean dress concealing
her femininity
pull it over her head in one
graceful motion
then toss it aside out of sight
atop a blanket
lying upon an altar of grass
and dead leaves
the sky blue eyed poet to be
lay upon his
backside – watched as the
brown haired
girl who lived just up the
street straddled
his well-hung body with her
slender legs well-
toned silky smooth thighs re-
moved the pullover
blue jean dress concealing
her femininity
pull it over her head in one
graceful motion
then toss it aside out of sight
Within a blink of an eyelash
the poet to be’s
clothes disappeared – melted
away into the
warm summer air like a snowball
sailing through
the flames of hell nor did the
curvaceous maiden
sitting upon him like a queen upon
her throne hesitate
to mount upon the manly dagger
of his masculinity
impale herself upon his rock hard
pole with a cry of
ecstasy she began to slide up and
down while his
his fingers played with the orbs of
her breasts – explored
the luscious valley of her cleavage
the poet to be’s
clothes disappeared – melted
away into the
warm summer air like a snowball
sailing through
the flames of hell nor did the
curvaceous maiden
sitting upon him like a queen upon
her throne hesitate
to mount upon the manly dagger
of his masculinity
impale herself upon his rock hard
pole with a cry of
ecstasy she began to slide up and
down while his
his fingers played with the orbs of
her breasts – explored
the luscious valley of her cleavage
Up and down the poet to be’s
manhood the
curvaceous willowy maiden
slid joyfully
again and again her cute and
tight little bottom
rose and fell plunged the lads
pocket rocket
into the wetness of her honey
as she fulfilled
her mission to the letter made
him leap for joy
deep inside the warmth of her
love canal
awoke the desire to seduce her
sisters – poke their
loins into a frenzy underneath
the sheets of
their beds get into their pants
manhood the
curvaceous willowy maiden
slid joyfully
again and again her cute and
tight little bottom
rose and fell plunged the lads
pocket rocket
into the wetness of her honey
as she fulfilled
her mission to the letter made
him leap for joy
deep inside the warmth of her
love canal
awoke the desire to seduce her
sisters – poke their
loins into a frenzy underneath
the sheets of
their beds get into their pants
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