Tom, Dick and Harry

Rather more explicit than I’m comfortable with. Experimental poetry is dangerous.

My Tom is waiting at the door
He makes me kneel down on the floor
I’m home from work and now have more
But here’s a task I do adore…
I suck his cock – it’s not a chore –
I want to ride it ’til I’m sore
He says, ‘You like that, don’t you, whore?’
I grin. ‘Oh, fuck yes! Give me more!’

My Dick is waiting for his turn
Smouldering eyes that make me burn
While I’ve blown Tom he’s slowly stripped
(What gorgeous flesh – totally ripped!)
He ain’t long but he’s very thick
For me that really does the trick
My clothes fly off, he takes a seat,
I fill my pussy with his meat.

My pretty Harry’s quick to join
Offering me his shaven groin
I know what he wants, horny goat,
I take him deep into my throat
(That salty taste is so divine
I make him wet but take my time)
He thrusts it gently up my butt
And growls, ‘You dirty little slut.’

My Tom is ready once again
(It’s fucking great to have three men!)
Dick fills my pussy with his cum
And Harry likewise does my bum
(To think tonight has just begun!
What will they do before they’re done?)

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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