Pure Fucking Poetry (29f) [FM]

For reasons unknown,
I have a deep rooted love
For writing haiku.

Highly pretentious,
And not worth anyone’s time.
Except for one thing.

In among the dross,
And counted syllable crap.
Is something worthwhile:

(Well, I say ‘worthwhile’,
It’s still utterly pointless,
But it makes me laugh)

A single sex act,
Chronicled in full Haiku.
Written now for you:

Before I begin,
I can offer no context.
It starts with the sex.

(Which some will prefer
As I am rarely succinct,
But I’ll not digress!)

It opens with me,
Cock already in my mouth.
Tongue doing gods work.

–

A hardening cock
Growing from within your mouth
Raises a big smile.

At least I would smile
If my mouth wasn’t busy
Having far more fun.

The taste of pre-cum
Is an encouraging sign
When one starts to blow.

The speed it arrives
Will never fail to surprise
(Whoops, nearly a rhyme)

My tongue is a beast
Unshackled from its restraints
When unleashed on cock.

It writhes and it flicks,
A constant state of motion
To get the job done.

He looks down to me,
His face one of ecstasy
While I slurp and suck.

I fondle his balls,
Cupping, pulling and twisting,
He seems very pleased.

I change up my style,
Move the head into my cheek
And press in firmly

It’s his turn to writhe
I feel him twitch from the move
Putty in my hands!

(Well, technically mouth.
But his balls are in one hand,
Shaft in the other)

I stroke and I slurp,
Hands and tongue moving as one,
(Stroking my ego!)

Soon there is a change,
His breathing grows much quicker
“I’m going to cum!”

I quicken the pace,
Head bobbing backward and forth,
Hands doing corkscrews.

Then without warning,
He grabs the back of my head
And pulls me down deep.

“FUUUCK!” he declares,
(Yes it had two syllables,
The haiku still works)

He cums in my throat.
Shot after shot after shot.
Still holding me tight.

I swallow it down,
Barely noticing the taste;
It missing my tongue.

And then he withdraws,
Collapsing back on the bed.
Very satisfied.

But I’m not yet done.
Nowhere even vaguely close.
So I jump on him.

He looks quite surprised
As my legs slide akimbo,
And I mount his face.

He’s slow to react
As my lips grind against his
Waiting for some tongue.

Which makes me grind more
Harder and faster until
He opens his mouth.

His oral was crap
But now he wouldn’t need skill
I’d get the job done.

I rode him quite hard
And would wake with stubble rash.
But it was worth it!

From between my thighs
I could hear him try to speak.
But I ignore him.

Soon it is too much
And he pushes me off him
Fury in his eyes.

I smile my best smile
And pass a pithy comment
Enraging him more.

He takes hold of me,
Spins me around on all fours
And fucks from behind.

Some guy’s stamina
Is increased the second time.
Sadly, his was not.

Minutes of pounding
Was all that he could manage
Before he declared:

“Here it cums again!”
The pun was intentional.
Not the time or place.

And so he pulls out,
And cums all over my arse.
So disappointing.

Feeling frustrated,
And just a little bit cruel.
I decide; revenge:

Take hold of his cock,
Still tingly and sensitive,
And stroke it some more.

Not gentle teasing,
But full on hard and rapid.
Enjoying him wince.

I tell him I’ll stop.
If he will finish me off.
And he obliges.

It’s not my best ‘o’,
But it was properly earned.
Eventually.

* ​

Why write this haiku?
All for the sake of one pun,
Which I will share now.

In one Reddit post
Things had gone from bed to verse.
(I’ll show myself out)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pcst4s/pure_fucking_poetry_29f_fm