The F**k of the Admirers

The f**k of the admirers

The f**k of the admirers

Or otherwise known as too many d**ks

The admirers dream of the Naked Poetess

Imagine her in her nakedness

So many admirers has she

They become hard as they read her poetry

Her admirers taste her words

The Naked Poet quenches their thirst

Her admirers feel her words

They dream of the Naked Poetess

They each taste her lips of ruby red wine

Each of their d**ks so hard

She is the filling of a d**k sandwich

Deep and slow

Naked Poet comes

One stops

Another starts

A conveyer belt of hard d**ks

Everywhere she looks

There is a d**k

Eager to satisfy

The Naked Poetess

Deep and slow

Another l**ks her beautiful t*ts

Her admirers compete with their d*^ks

Thighs wide open they l**k her below

Sensations overload

Sticky and hot

Moist and wet

Naked Poet is their breakfast, tea and supper

Naked Poet lays there

Each admirer wants her to come

Slowly slowly

Naked Poet is in the zone

They taste her sweat

Naked Poetess’ world full of hard d**ks

The Naked Poetess weeps with exhaustion and ecstasy

Overloaded sensations

The admirers d**ks

Vying for a place to make her come

Admirers ravage her in their dreams

Tongue and hands

The f**k of the admirers

Is only in their minds

This is total fiction do not believe the above lines

The f*^k of the admirers

The f**k of the Naked Poetess is only in their f**king heads

The f**k of the admirers

Naked Poet

Toria

27/7/2021