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My Fond, Fat Wife
by M.K. Golding
(12/22/04)
My fond, fat wife of forty-five lay down
And spread herself so I could feed upon
Her cunt. This so familiar flesh, a town
Whose every alleyway I know and on
Whose boulevards I love to stroll. Her smile,
A special smile for bed, a wanton calm.
I knelt between her thighs, each inch a mile
So slow I kissed towards that pungent balm.
I thrust my nose deep in the curling mass
Of glistening black and drowned my thoughts in dark
Delicious scents. She moaned like growling brass,
A perfect blues, as tongue tip hit its mark,
And heaved her hips to show fresh willing pink.
Guiding my mouth with groans, she grew more full,
Flooding my face and urging me to drink
The honeyed liquor from her folds as dull
Deep throbbing now began to press itself
Around my ears. And all at once she lost
Herself and rose and fell, a coastal shelf
Erupting from the waves. And I, storm tossed,
Marooned myself upon that gentle rock
And on her belly drained my brimming cock.
©2004 by M.K. Golding
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M.K. Golding lives and works in the North of England. He has studied philosophy and creative writing at Universities in the UK. He began writing erotic poetry in 2001 in an effort to overcome writer’s block and has been hooked ever since.
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