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F is for Fellatio

Tags: oral, sex, lust, poem
There is nothing that says 'I am yours' like a blow-job lovingly, enthusiastically given
F is for Fellatio

Tongue, teeth and lips I use

As along his upright shaft I cruise.

Bound to excite and to amuse

All sense of self I now must lose.

For cock is all there is to me.

This mighty root of hard wood tree

Fills my mouth and mind with glee.

And I must worship on bended knee.

My tongue beds this stalwart shaft

Which may enter me fore or aft.

It’s free to come down any path

Where I may ply my cum-slut craft.

When in my mouth I show no haste

As this sweet sausage my lips encase.

How I do so enjoy its savoury taste

As with hot cum his shaft I baste.

No French éclair can boast such cream

Which fills this horny girl’s wet-dream.

All things may not be as they seem,

But sucking cock is sex supreme!

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