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A poem about a man, his wife and family planning.
Midnight Storm

Last night I heard the thunder
and it made me wonder.
Was something up a'brewin in the sky?
The lightning was a flashing.
My wife was hot and thrashing.
Gave me pause to stop and wonder why.

The room was all a flicker.
I wondered, should I dick her?
When she began to fiddle wi'd me cock.
She squeezed it and she yoked it,
Rubbed it soft and stroked it,
And suddenly, it wakened with a shock!

Reachin out I felt her
And with my nose a smelt her,
A scent no man can ever get enough.
Then pulled the sheets uncovered,
And the startling truth discovered,
She had come to bed me in the buff.

I heard her sigh a dreamin,
Was she awake a scheming?
I stroked my chin and thoughtfully opined.
I heard the lightning fizzle,
As I worked the pizzle,
Of what my sweet petooty had in mind.

The storm was gettin closer.
Would she dare? But “”No sir!”
She would never use me like a twit.
And I counted from her bleeding,
to the "No Shit" day of breeding,
To try and make the hide nor hair of it.

Now making count with numbers,
When all my reason slumbers,
Is to my thinking, not an asset high.
And her scent was so compelling,
With my other asset swelling,
Decided, “What the heck could go a'rye.”

“Has thunder bid you waken?"
“Are you ready to be taken?”
I whispered hot and heavy in her ear.
She pushed her butt into me,
said,” If you want to screw me,
go ahead and get your ass in gear.”

Brassy was her cleavage,
Assy was the feelage,
As she hiked herself, up to me behind.
My donkey snuck between um,
A risin up to feel um,
Reason fled as destiny reclined.

One hand went round her titty,
The other groped her middy,
A prickly mess of wild and woolly hair.
When I squeezed hard a nipple,
Came shivers and a ripple,
Like marbles, helter skelter down a stair

I grabbed her by the shoulders,
By takin strong a hold hers,
A pressin with my thumb and fingers tight,
And squeezin them I kneaded,
With her a groanin pleaded,
“Take me!” In the middle of the night.

I pulled her to her kneeser,
Knowin it would please her,
And gave a little preview with a prod.
She raised her ass a beggin,
For me to start a peggin,
Her maiden head a'lathered for the rod.

Her door a yawnin widely,
Her fingers beckoned snidely,
A pointing to the portal of her soul.
Rain pounded on the winder
My phallus entered in her
Disappearing down the glory hole.

She worked it in her smiley,
While looking back a shyly,
A coaxin me a closer to her hootch.
The trees outside were swaying
And there was no allaying.
As I commenced to wanging on her pooch.

I rode her like she wanted,
From time to time I taunted,
“Is this the prick your body is a'crave?”
“Tis! I can't conceal it
" Make me squirm and feel it
Slut me darling, like you would a slave.”

Our flesh was slapin sweetly,
The sweat flew indiscreetly,
As sheets of water pounded on the sills,
And she bucked me like a heifer,
‘hibition, up and left’er,
As I packed her pee-hole to the gills.

Her pony tail a flyin,
A groaning and a cryin,
Nature on a rampage in the night.
As I slapped her with my meaty,
her eyes got glazed and pleady,
“Faster!" she said, moanin in delight.

Poundin hard and thrustin,
Her woman’s sneak a busting,
She cried out, in desperation’s plea,
“The glory bells are ringing
The valley choir's a singing
Let your load explode insid'er me.”

With that she started poppin,
Her tremors never stoppin,
Brayin like a beagle huntin hound.
Twich’in it asunder,
Up and down and under,
And squeez’in on my teaser all around.

Her thighs like lips a hungered
Squeezed me thight and plundered
Raging like the surf upon a beach
Squirming and a jerkin
A bustin on my gerkin
Clutching like the sucker on a leach.

Her sphincter was a chokin,
It ended all my strokin,
She arched her back and lifted up on high
Came lightning as I held her,
Like a heli-arc a welder,
In orgasmatic pleasure, "Me oh my!"

I could no longer take it,
Hold it back or slake it,
So pushin deep I let it twist and splay.
And as her dough come leaven,
Thunder spoke from heaven,
And everywhere insider flew the spray.

She pushed me off her rumper,
Where I’d just worked to thumper,
And checked the calendar upon the wall.
“What’s goin on?" I ask her.
“...Just a small disaster,
but what's another noser after all.”

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