Best Cunnilingus Poems

Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades &...

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A word has the power of magic, a presence so big it fills the entire room
That word gives courage to those in fear
It holds a nation together during the worst time of its existence
A word gives true meaning to a bunch of letters grouped together

When...

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Possessed by animalistic lust
In a realm of fantasies
Sexualized beauties hands creep across their lover's skull
Every breath stolen from seductive rose lips
Bowing down in devotion, engaging in cunnilingus
Enticing demoness stripping from their panties and stockings
Released from their garterbelts and fishnets
Masochist chained, wiped, and ball-gagged
Anilingus stimulation before...

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       Copper tone tan
   that contemptible soul

    not even my cutlass
her knowing its quickness
       to make cutlets
   cured her cravings for
     ...

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I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all her sins
She hexes me until I feel disturbed and dismantled
Haunting...

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For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold day
there is no revelation. He will go his own way
to the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.
About our war what is there to say. Yesterday
a flock of bluebirds was the only color in the woods.
Have they...

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Call me the 
magician, pulling 
rabbits out my hat, 
the 13th Friday 
Jason Voorhees 
stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus 
powers when I use 
my magic wand, 
soft upbeat 
melodies are 
sprinkled to a 
sadder song.

True oral 
capabilities that 
tangle with the 
gods, just wrap...

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Autodidact
The small forest or the woods by the white road made of
crushed sea-shells was a place of enchantment squirrels
had no fear of solitary dreamers stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk here when cows were milked, fed and
the mucking out was done and fresh straw...

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Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that 
13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand, 
while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder 
song.

Got oral capabilities to make you scream for God, 
just...

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small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment 
Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers
stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk there when cows had
 been milked, fed
and the mucking out...

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