Dirty English Poems

If sex is dirty
and babies come from sex
then babies must be dirty.

If babies are dirty
and babies become adults
then adults must be dirty.

If adults are dirty
and adults live a life
then life must be dirty.

If life is dirty
and God gives life
then God must be dirty.

If God is dirty
and God created sex
then a whole lot of people need to take a bath.

no foreplay
no warning
no sexual energy exchanged
when I unzip your jeans
push them down
toss panties aside
lay you on the side of the bed
spread your pink lips
exposing your clit
slowly circling with my tongue
smelling your excitement
licking just the clit
up and down
two strokes a second
steady rhythm
feeling it grow
throbbing hard
sliding down to enter
tasting you fully
sucking your engorged lips
back to clit
strong relentless tongue
flicking against you
three male fingers enter
so tight and wet
licking, licking, licking
a finger probes your anus
slowly till halfway
feeling your contractions
wanting to cum
needing to cum
pleading to cum
begging to cum
hips like a carnival ride
wanting, needing, pleading, begging
fighting back and losing
surrendering to the wicked tongue

moaning, groaning, screaming
waves of pleasure
tingling of toes and fingertips
nipples ice hard
pussy pushing my fingers out
wetting the bed with cum
turning your over
for a well deserved spanking
a butt warming spanking
intermixed with fingers
sliding inside pink walls
ass cheeks burning
face cheeks blushing
squirming with delight
feeling my cockhead
moving up and down
squishing against wet lips
thrust deep inside
a good healthy fuck
from behind

Roses are red,
Violets are corny,
When I think of you
Ohhh baby I get horny,
Eat me,
Beat me,
Bite me,
Blow me,
Suck me,
Fuck me,
Very slowly,
if you kiss me,
don’t be sassy,
Use your tongue and make it nasty!

Sexual Images of you fade
In and out of the dancing flame
As I sit, I dream of your nakedness.

Thinking of you all day in my vivid mind
passion burning inside my thoughts.
As your beauty overwhelms my aching soul
The days’ tasks seem to drift away slowly.

My heart earning . . . as I trace a mental image
Of my fingers caressing your inner lips..
Such a strange state of arousal affairs
Never to cross this path of ectasy again.

Then you danced for me , injected me
Broke my wall, as you flared in the light
Your voice , wishing to hear it whisper
love me , take me as your own.

The aroma of a love lingers in the air
As i smell once again where you layed
I’m mesmirized , intrigued of your vivaciousness.

Drench my inner mortal self, with music
sounds of moans, screaming my name.
For I have touched you, loved you
I crave the love we once shared.

Sounds linger around me, as I know
you are not there to banish my thoughts.
I drift, I float as i try to clear my mind.
Fear, eagerness, for I am not at rest.