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SHE QUEEFED
This episode starts with me and her communing in our private time
Doing everything reminiscent of erotic rhyme
On - and in - her I pushed certain buttons, and she in turn pushed some of mine
Under a familiar influence, stronger than the strongest wine
Foreplay before we lay down to really play in the sheets
And come together in a place where man and woman are meant to meet
To complete, not in a competition of dominance, or even to see who can outlast who
But as a team, doing the things that get us winded and makes us stew like ‘roux’
The twain becomes one flesh as we merge as one vessel
As we couple in a penile-vaginal union stirring up something special
I penetrate a waiting – hungry twat, yearning for insertion
She received me with a tight ***** that welcomed erectile immersion
With a motion brewing … and a rhythm stirred
Moving closer to climactic feelings preferred
In the process of working out our ‘differences’ I heard something not beyond belief
It just took me by surprise when at that moment I heard her queef
She queefed, and it wasn’t something from which my mind departed
It’s just that I was just a little caught off guard when her coochie farted
She stopped for a moment, with wide open eyes
And in the process of excusing herself I said “no need to apologize”
Enjoying the treasured playgrounds of her vaginal labial loot
To make mention of something different heard would be quite moot
And where there was no argument, there was nothing to refute
When I calmed her embarrassment, I told her that the queef was kind of cute
Assuring her that the sound she made fit right in
Her eyes lit up and she gave me this goofy girly grin
She blushed before rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck
Moving her hips slowing causing our concupiscent actions to resurrect
Feeling at ease, she eases back into a groove -
That get’s both our motors running, causing us both to really move -
Warming up to a climax that we’d remember for a while
And in the back of our minds, the sounds of a queef that would make us smile
She queefed again, but this time without an ounce of grief
Postured with me on top, and her underneath
She wore a guilty grin … with nothing said
Without breaking stride, I moved my face to hers and kissed her forehead
Her grin turned into a smile as her actions got bolder
As she positioned her hands to grab my arms, and then my shoulders
She put her knees to her chest with no duress with actions hot like burning coal
Giving me deeper access to her ***** and a chance to touch her soul
Pinned to the bed surrendering to actions to which she concedes
Compelling my hips and *** to move at varying speeds
******* to reach a mutual satisfaction we both need
I begin to feel the climatic spasms that are precursors to releasing my seed
Hoping beyond hope that she cums first, and thankfully she did
And with the excitement of her orgasms I cum, with no emotion hid
Charged with erogeny, I’m still stiff and strong amidst a dull din
And when she queefs yet another time, I kiss her forehead again
She queefed once more, and though not as elegant as tea in china
Two sets of ears heard air being forced from her vagina -
Amidst the sounds of sexual involvement – the grunts and the groans
It was interesting to hear a twat make sounds of its own
When it first happened, the looks on our faces were that out being confused
But as it kept happening, it kept us amazingly amused
This audible curiosity was one that we both perused
Examining every instance of the ‘coochie fart’, with none standing accused
For a moment I was just ******* just to hear this curious sound
With a look of seriousness on my face as if to say I wasn’t playing around
With every thrust that incited such a sound, my curiosity grows
With a blurt that sounds like the passing of gas, or someone blowing their nose
At some point it happens consecutively and there’s a moment of humor that we have
And it becomes so funny that we both stop have a laugh
Laying next to each other, laughing for a few minutes, easy
Obviously her queefing hit a funny spot refreshing like soft wind, cool and breezy
She queefed, and when she did action neither slipped nor slackened
Matter of fact, when she did it, we went on as if nothing happened
Moving along with the same rhythm and feeling the same heat
******* each other with a certain desperation, without missing a beat
I’m into her entrance as if I were salt in the sea
And as physically as I’m into her, she’s personally into me
Giving me as much of her as I can handle, as I give her me in return
Given to reciprocal ecstasy and the very things that causes us to yearn
Baby making melody playing in the background sounds sweet
Music to sweat and have sex to as we stain the top of the sheet
We meet in the middle and fiddle around in an exploratory manner
Brining each other to orgasmic ‘bass’ and ejaculatory clamor
Music and lovemaking combined to make for an experience to remember
Keeping us warm during the cold nights in the twilight of December
Rounding out the audibles with a queef, despite any frowned faced rumors
That just adds to the mood, a little levity and humor
She queefed, and when she did it this time she closed her eyes
Moved her hips with a new bold rhythm and began to stylize
Putting her back and *** into sweeping motions as she appeared to be lunging free
And flipped the script – it went from me ******* her, to her ******* me
She said “Don’t move”, as she danced to a groove all her own
Moving into me in a way that was very sexy, and very grown
In a manner that no one can replicate, copy nor clone
With her head turned to the side, she was in her own little zone
She pushed her ***** on me which made for a nice slip and slide
Making a statement along the way saying “I love the way you feel inside”
Holding on to my arms without breaking her stride
This was her pony, she was driving, and I was enjoying the ride
Air passed from her ***** a few more times since then
With blended and open ended ecstasy that erotic ears could comprehend
And when she felt the oncoming of urgencies that would lead to cum stains
In exclaim she said “**** me baby!” and I took over the reigns
She queefed once more, and she did it with poise
And by this time we’d grown accustom to her *****, making noise
Air pushing past pouty labium … in excess
It was yet another sound of us enjoying having sex
Amidst the obscenities and the dirty talk that proved to be the norm
Along with the calls and counter calls to which we maneuvered to conform
And the other things heard in our hearing of which we’d both endorse
The humorous sound of a farting ***** rounded out the accents of intercourse
Two bodies slapping - clapping in the heat of a moment ever so seething
Accompanied by the sounds of sighs, hissing, and heavy breathing
Jarred by the sound of creaking bed springs as the bed rattled with our resonance
And sounds of “**** Daddy!”, “**** Me!”, and “Oh ****!” heard in our residence
Paying significant reverence and homage to these bodies that God created
Pushing each other to satisfaction to ensure we’re both satiated
… Ingratiated to the sounds of love making, superb
And to give a twist to the experience, her coochie queefed a blurb
As natural as is on shallow ocean bottoms to contain coral reefs
It became a natural occurrence to her my baby queef
And when she did, she rid herself of sexual tension as time ticked on
And like two who had answers to a test, there was no way we could’ve went wrong
Like a song sung to the lyrics that had a clever wit
And her fingers moving to a mashed and moistened ****
Preparing for another spastic ecstatic orgasmic episode
She queefed yet again before her twat was to explode
An ‘acustomed’ sound to us by now, as familiar as the blue tint of the sky
While we bumped and ground each other she looked me in my eye
And said “Keep your dick in me and make me scream”
I obliged her, and like a dairy farmer with my rod I was churning ‘butter cream’
I came at the same time she did spastically yet painlessly
Our spirits were one as we came simultaneously
And before we laid in each others embrace concluding this erotic rhyme
My baby queefed for me, passing air from her coochie, one last eim
Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
SHE QUEEFED
This episode starts with me and her communing in our private time
Doing everything reminiscent of erotic rhyme
On - and in - her I pushed certain buttons, and she in turn pushed some of mine
Under a familiar influence, stronger than the strongest wine
Foreplay before we lay down to really play in the sheets
And come together in a place where man and woman are meant to meet
To complete, not in a competition of dominance, or even to see who can outlast who
But as a team, doing the things that get us winded and makes us stew like ‘roux’
The twain becomes one flesh as we merge as one vessel
As we couple in a penile-vaginal union stirring up something special
I penetrate a waiting – hungry twat, yearning for insertion
She received me with a tight ***** that welcomed erectile immersion
With a motion brewing … and a rhythm stirred
Moving closer to climactic feelings preferred
In the process of working out our ‘differences’ I heard something not beyond belief
It just took me by surprise when at that moment I heard her queef
She queefed, and it wasn’t something from which my mind departed
It’s just that I was just a little caught off guard when her coochie farted
She stopped for a moment, with wide open eyes
And in the process of excusing herself I said “no need to apologize”
Enjoying the treasured playgrounds of her vaginal labial loot
To make mention of something different heard would be quite moot
And where there was no argument, there was nothing to refute
When I calmed her embarrassment, I told her that the queef was kind of cute
Assuring her that the sound she made fit right in
Her eyes lit up and she gave me this goofy girly grin
She blushed before rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck
Moving her hips slowing causing our concupiscent actions to resurrect
Feeling at ease, she eases back into a groove -
That get’s both our motors running, causing us both to really move -
Warming up to a climax that we’d remember for a while
And in the back of our minds, the sounds of a queef that would make us smile
She queefed again, but this time without an ounce of grief
Postured with me on top, and her underneath
She wore a guilty grin … with nothing said
Without breaking stride, I moved my face to hers and kissed her forehead
Her grin turned into a smile as her actions got bolder
As she positioned her hands to grab my arms, and then my shoulders
She put her knees to her chest with no duress with actions hot like burning coal
Giving me deeper access to her ***** and a chance to touch her soul
Pinned to the bed surrendering to actions to which she concedes
Compelling my hips and *** to move at varying speeds
******* to reach a mutual satisfaction we both need
I begin to feel the climatic spasms that are precursors to releasing my seed
Hoping beyond hope that she cums first, and thankfully she did
And with the excitement of her orgasms I cum, with no emotion hid
Charged with erogeny, I’m still stiff and strong amidst a dull din
And when she queefs yet another time, I kiss her forehead again
She queefed once more, and though not as elegant as tea in china
Two sets of ears heard air being forced from her vagina -
Amidst the sounds of sexual involvement – the grunts and the groans
It was interesting to hear a twat make sounds of its own
When it first happened, the looks on our faces were that out being confused
But as it kept happening, it kept us amazingly amused
This audible curiosity was one that we both perused
Examining every instance of the ‘coochie fart’, with none standing accused
For a moment I was just ******* just to hear this curious sound
With a look of seriousness on my face as if to say I wasn’t playing around
With every thrust that incited such a sound, my curiosity grows
With a blurt that sounds like the passing of gas, or someone blowing their nose
At some point it happens consecutively and there’s a moment of humor that we have
And it becomes so funny that we both stop have a laugh
Laying next to each other, laughing for a few minutes, easy
Obviously her queefing hit a funny spot refreshing like soft wind, cool and breezy
She queefed, and when she did action neither slipped nor slackened
Matter of fact, when she did it, we went on as if nothing happened
Moving along with the same rhythm and feeling the same heat
******* each other with a certain desperation, without missing a beat
I’m into her entrance as if I were salt in the sea
And as physically as I’m into her, she’s personally into me
Giving me as much of her as I can handle, as I give her me in return
Given to reciprocal ecstasy and the very things that causes us to yearn
Baby making melody playing in the background sounds sweet
Music to sweat and have sex to as we stain the top of the sheet
We meet in the middle and fiddle around in an exploratory manner
Brining each other to orgasmic ‘bass’ and ejaculatory clamor
Music and lovemaking combined to make for an experience to remember
Keeping us warm during the cold nights in the twilight of December
Rounding out the audibles with a queef, despite any frowned faced rumors
That just adds to the mood, a little levity and humor
She queefed, and when she did it this time she closed her eyes
Moved her hips with a new bold rhythm and began to stylize
Putting her back and *** into sweeping motions as she appeared to be lunging free
And flipped the script – it went from me ******* her, to her ******* me
She said “Don’t move”, as she danced to a groove all her own
Moving into me in a way that was very sexy, and very grown
In a manner that no one can replicate, copy nor clone
With her head turned to the side, she was in her own little zone
She pushed her ***** on me which made for a nice slip and slide
Making a statement along the way saying “I love the way you feel inside”
Holding on to my arms without breaking her stride
This was her pony, she was driving, and I was enjoying the ride
Air passed from her ***** a few more times since then
With blended and open ended ecstasy that erotic ears could comprehend
And when she felt the oncoming of urgencies that would lead to cum stains
In exclaim she said “**** me baby!” and I took over the reigns
She queefed once more, and she did it with poise
And by this time we’d grown accustom to her *****, making noise
Air pushing past pouty labium … in excess
It was yet another sound of us enjoying having sex
Amidst the obscenities and the dirty talk that proved to be the norm
Along with the calls and counter calls to which we maneuvered to conform
And the other things heard in our hearing of which we’d both endorse
The humorous sound of a farting ***** rounded out the accents of intercourse
Two bodies slapping - clapping in the heat of a moment ever so seething
Accompanied by the sounds of sighs, hissing, and heavy breathing
Jarred by the sound of creaking bed springs as the bed rattled with our resonance
And sounds of “**** Daddy!”, “**** Me!”, and “Oh ****!” heard in our residence
Paying significant reverence and homage to these bodies that God created
Pushing each other to satisfaction to ensure we’re both satiated
… Ingratiated to the sounds of love making, superb
And to give a twist to the experience, her coochie queefed a blurb
As natural as is on shallow ocean bottoms to contain coral reefs
It became a natural occurrence to her my baby queef
And when she did, she rid herself of sexual tension as time ticked on
And like two who had answers to a test, there was no way we could’ve went wrong
Like a song sung to the lyrics that had a clever wit
And her fingers moving to a mashed and moistened ****
Preparing for another spastic ecstatic orgasmic episode
She queefed yet again before her twat was to explode
An ‘acustomed’ sound to us by now, as familiar as the blue tint of the sky
While we bumped and ground each other she looked me in my eye
And said “Keep your dick in me and make me scream”
I obliged her, and like a dairy farmer with my rod I was churning ‘butter cream’
I came at the same time she did spastically yet painlessly
Our spirits were one as we came simultaneously
And before we laid in each others embrace concluding this erotic rhyme
My baby queefed for me, passing air from her coochie, one last eim
Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
