Sister Lust Poems

I spied a lass, prone in the grass

Who wore a laced gown of white

But as time passed, it didn't last

Cuz she soiled it every night

The...

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Two weeks passed before 
Dolly called Her twin. "Hey 
Girl I'm  coming to see you in a 
Little while."  "Ok, sis at about
What...

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Dolly was beside herself with thoughts 
Of this powerful man,  Damian Possessing 
Her.  She wandered around his
Spacious apartment before 
Returning to his bedroom...

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Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly...

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Said to my girlfriend
My Husband - well he’s 90.
What do you think he can do? -
Even his tongue cant stretch out to work.
So I got...

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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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So often now, as I lie sleeping
She calls to me, sweet sister, weeping
For a lover’s love.
And I, a suckling babe,
Am roused from rest
To suck upon...

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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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in the gloomy darkness, late, past sun set,
the six blood sisters of fate often met,
their venue the slumber of mortal minds,
in the depth of sleep...

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There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —

defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch...

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

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L ove you everyday                     ...

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Yes!! this is what every girl was waiting for,
Each one of us today, are so happy and you are at credits for sure. 

After all...

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Comin Thro the Rye
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through...

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Huntress
by Michael R. Burch

after Baudelaire

Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep
across a crevice dropping deep
into a dark and doomed domain.
Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane.
Rain...

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