The Erotic Poetry Fest comes to the Tangent
Published: February 11, 2014
while we are stranded
on an island
Massaging the bulge
501’s, I move
come quickly into view,
I hide my Peppermint
I wet my dry-cracked lips,
for a tube
of Cherry chapstick or a
cold Killian’s Irish Red
With trepidation I reach in
the whole of his
like the stick shift
of a 2009 Shelby
the object of my
paralyzing my prey
coiling my way around
as the python
envelops its victim.
WTF? I am watching
WAY too much TV!
as they lounge around in awe
Her tits are almost perfect,
at least the parts they saw.
Collectively they pause to think
as silence fills the air
“Let’s call the color Titty Pink”
He says, pointing to the pair.
One second passes, then they cry-
“it’s brilliant, GENIUS, and none-to-sly!”
“You’ve got the market nailed down tight!”
“We’ll send the specs out straight tonight.”
“What the Hell?” the woman shrieks…
Her hands feel wet, her knees feel weak.
They see her pale, they hear her gasp;
Peter moves to grab her ass.
Our lady strong, and smiling still,
slides with grace towards him ‘til…
She’s right before the CEO,
grabs his cock and says, “Let’s GO.”
He jumps a bit, then stands upright
proclaiming “Damn! It’s a productive night.”
She whispers, breathy in his ear
and then her mood begins to clear.
He moves his hand to smooth her hair
agreeing, “I think it’s only fair.”
“Boys,” he says to the eager herd…
“get this woman a Thunderbird.”
“It’s the least we can do-
to repay our debt-
to the owner of
this lovely set!”
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