Sexual Poetry by Richard J. Serrano

I Fucked Your Friend I fucked your friend Li--, well, we dont need to say her name, what difference does it make? I fucked her last night, reamed her pussy so tight, We licked, sucked, pinched, bit, spanked, smacked, slapped, my cum started flying, I fucked her up the ass, she was crying tears of joy, I used a sex toy, upon her snatch she played catch with my balls, I fucked her on the ceiling, and against the walls She got on her knees, begging me please, to fuck her some more, what a fucking whore, she was. Then after, there was laughter, a joke, a smoke, and no one spoke, of you...
Lets Fuck ... FUCK. You like that word. The way I say it, never have you heard. Nor will you ever again... Cock growing harder in my jeans, it hasn't the means, to release itself... Part your legs and let me in. Moist, hot, wet, dripping, parting lips, thrust your hips towards my waiting, wanting finger... We are fucking.... Grunting, moaning, yelling screaming biting, thrusting, sweating, biting. Nails digging deep into my back. your pussy, I feverishly attack. Tears in your eyes are welling my cock inside you swelling. You bury your face deep within the pillowcase.. Upon it, moisture stains relieving all your pains. You cry tears which are not sad. In fact, you're glad. (in your dark sort of way) Finally, someone has the nerve, to FUCK you just like you deserve. The way you always wanted to be fucked, but never thought you would. until now... As I thrust and push inside, your passion no longer can it hide. Our orgasms crash into one another in a world all their own, like no other. I am fucking the Black Widow, the one who devours her mate, but its too late, I accept my fate, and nothing matters, as my cum splatters inside of you... We fucked.... Here we lay, exhausted, spent this is the way it was meant... to be. No dreamy bliss, no tender kiss. Just wounds of passion and rage, an animal released from its cage, on a rampage were we... We do not " Make Love". Others do that.. We create our own form something akin to a thunderous storm, which can not be understood. nor should,
it. We FUCK...

1998 copyright R. Serrano