Z is for zones érotiques
A woman needs but a gentle touch
To release her feminine mystique.
But a man can never put too much
Into her très chaude zone érotique.
Her hot zones cover so much
And wrap love-lust within
Flesh most sensitive to touch,
In her all encompassing skin.
Start at the top: her well coiffed hair
Is called her crowning glory.
Below when she's stripped bare!
Ah well, that's another story.
Her ears take in his ballsy tones;
Her nose knows his manly scent.
Even these least erogenous zones
Make her feel sex-heaven sent.
Her eyes are quite coyly dressed.
They're half-lidded,bearing lashes
Whose lusty length she’s stressed
As sex-hinting gazes she flashes.
Lips on her face speak of kisses.
And kisses always speak of love.
What a glorious opening this is!
Her lips below as well as above.
Her head on a torrid torso rests.
Forget not her neck or shoulders
As your hands wander to her breasts
Which resemble rock hard boulders.
At some point these girlish globes
Send a man into feverish fits
As his hand gropes as it probes
Her nipples, which men call tits.
All praise each nude buttock cheek,
Men get amazed, aroused and excited.
Over guys' knees women grow weak.
Sensual spanking is willingly invited.
Past her tummy and curving hips,
He holds her calves and thighs.
Awed by her beauty,he now strips
To best show off his manly size.
Her lips smile above and below.
Both sets of these get wet and then
Openly welcome this phallic fellow
Into her hottest, erotic zone den. La langue française! C’ est pourle coeur Et parfaite pour des choses romantiques. Mais la langue qui gagne les jeux d'amour Doit jouerdans des zones érotiques.
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