You sank my Battleship! (Dickmotism)

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This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

You sank my Battleship! (Dickmotism)

I knew better than what I did…
Now I’m sittin’ here with no shake
Cuz this one, I can’t shake…
He gives more than I can take
He sets me straight
Then bends my lust into a crooked state
When away?

I just can’t wait
To inebriate
On his love that just – won’t… let… me… wait…!
For the attacking of my passion
In strategic battle-mode fashion
Targeting my battleships with calculated courses of action
Bombing my patrol boats with inhibition-breaker explosions
As his hips grind in motions that bursts the submarine within my mental ocean
His stroke consumes my thoughts
Clouds my judgment
And disrupts my common sense
I got it bad…
and that ain’t good
Floating spellbound in his trance
A victim of the rhythm of his Dickmotism
Hypnotic swirl spinning
His golden dick on a chain swaying in my vision
I can’t walk away without his permission
I’ve slipped
I can’t get a grip
His destroyers are firing upon my pussy-owner ship
I got it bad ya'll
and this shit ain’t fair
White flag hoisted in the air

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Groin Kiss

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This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Groin Kiss

As he’s laying there warm and wet

from the Jacuzzi jets

My mouth cravingly wets

as my pussy quivers and quakes

I hunger for his taste…

I need a place to bury my face

So before he escapes his fortunate fate

I move in for the kill

With a tongue flicker that’s ill

And a stroke that provokes

him to give God the praise

for how surreal it feels

Wet and wild,

I spin on his head

Break-dancer style

Then swallow him whole

and kiss his groin and steal his soul

As I rise,

I see it in his eyes gaze

He’s sexually amazed

Captured - My love slave

As he moans, I switch gears

and increase the pitch in his tone

Upon his love sack my tongue dances to

the rhythm of his harmonious moans

I hand-stroke his girth as my pussy grows hotter

While my slippery tongue plays tricks on his balls

like Globetrotters

The smacking of my lips

excites his dick

As I suck fuck him

with precision into oblivion

He closes his eyes clinches his thighs

then explodes uncontrolled

all over my mouth, chin and nose

Ignited by his passionate release

my arousal is increased

by gyrating fingertips provoking my clit's freak

inciting my orgasmic dams release

As the flow gates retreat

I levitate and drift

satiated

into paroxysmal bliss

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.