Father Lust Poems

Amóre; what is that, he wondered, 
before, before her, before the raw
Circean glimpsed across the buzzing
dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room.

Erudite, perniciously droll his
father was,...

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Brift Jia: Purofetto No Sutorirain
Profo hisoria: Enredo Profissional.... Shall speak to those
who have interest in wrestling.
The Voice of Bruft Jiza spoke through the Mask!

His age...

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Dolly answered, "I'm  just a little 
Fatigued,  I'm ok though. I
Think I should lie down. Molly
Followed Dolly to the master
Bedroom upstairs. Dolly 
Confessed...

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...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.

She’d married him for...

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The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right...

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Age is just but a number
But i can't be your mother
Age is just a number
But i can't be your father
Are you my child?
Never!

Eat my wealth
As...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
                Part of a grander...

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I Was 17 When You Left.
More of a Spank Instructor Than An Ideal Father Was Your Role In My Life.


I Never Thought I'd Miss Much.
I...

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Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Eyes meet-lick lips-look away-send a note over
 
Date Written: 8/24/2020...

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Morning

The Innkeeper checked his watch once again 
Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt.
The last time they were, he arrived two hours late
And then left, serving...

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L ove you everyday                     ...

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Forgive me father 
for I have sinned
I have let these lips explore places they shouldn't 
I have let myself be pinned

swayed by the storms of...

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Cycles
by Michael R. Burch

I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts
through her thin cotton dress,
and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra
holds his bald...

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