Insatiable Hunger Erotica Poem

by Tara Phillips My early poetry days, ahem, year’s ago.

Insatiable hunger for you.
You tell me "NO!".
Tease me, tease you.
Dance but just a prance.
Naked with grace.
Smacking lips salivating.
Sixty-nine, loins burning, yearning, awaiting fame.
Convulsing, shaking, whimpering in ecstasy.
Who’s this dame who craves my sperm?
Wife desperate to procreate.

Legs spread wide.
Don't know why there's doubt.
Baby this, baby that, leavin me dry.
Believin' in true love with no cause.
His cheatin', bleeding heart.
Got his thrills, frills, and chills.
No erection with no affection.
Leaves my man in shame.

Spurning his onward motion.
Can't you take the time.
To drop me a line.
We fucked and then nothing.
Am I your whore?
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
Where's my money, honey?
Ain't I worth your dime?
For your crime of smut and adultery.

Just a housewife with ordinary needs.
Orgasms with pussy and a fat cock.
Suck it, Fuck…