Willie A. Buchanan Poet Rhyme

Mrs Cuntley

Mrs. Cuntley, 
a widow is my landlady.
Chubby and kinda motherly 
she cooks for me. 

We drink on the weekends, 
and the hot stuff begins.
In a see-through gown 
she comes into my room and goes down.

I can’t resist 
the passion in her hot kiss. 
Horny and all perfumey 
she rides, wildly!

We ride the powerful waves of ecstasy.
Tit for tat I like it like that, sexually.
A cougar that will not be denied 
before she is satisfied. 

Hot and sweaty 
we rock steady. 
I feel her coochie grip, 
As she bites her lower lip. 

She turns red 
and throws back her head.
Suddenly, 
we are blown out of the bed ! 



#Cougar 


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Poet Destroyer A April 10, 2016 at 2:51 AM Willie A. Buchanan, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. **LINDA**

Skat A August 25, 2015 at 11:44 PM AWESOME.... SKAT

John Lawless April 25, 2015 at 6:56 AM All I can do is quote the old cartoon character Andy Capp....RENT? SPENT!! The title made me peek into the room...quite a humorous write.