With all of the censoring, you can only imagine what I'm speaking of *hehehe* Don't let the language filters be too much of a distraction.
SUGAR *****
The way she deported herself, it almost seemed elitist
It’s because she had that sugar, and I’m not talking about diabetes
She had a certain ‘something-something’ accented by her feminine wiles
That gets into my mind … and oft times beguiles
Riling me to the point of lustful conventions to take her where she was
Espoused and aroused to committed acts that exacts my ‘nasty nature’, just because
Branding on my being the experience, like new every time
Inspiring me to write on my favorite topic, this very rhyme
She’s got that sweetness not gotten in sugar refineries
So seductive was she, she couldn’t be considered a minor tease
And like wineries she had the potential of being very intoxicating
The catalyst of a base compulsion of which I wanted no inoculating
I can’t help but say that sex with her, there were some notable takes here
With a caramel flavored coochie more quotable than Shakespeare
Hers was controlled sex … not shrug and pushy
She hit a sweet spot in the core of my manliness with what I call her “Sugar *****”
She had that Sugar ***** that I didn’t want to get up off me
It was just as sweet as the sugar that sweetened my cup of coffee
As we both perspired past our dew points to where our sweat fell like rain
Her Sugar ***** made sweet love to my ‘sugar cane’
Her cervix was the perfect cradle for my achieved erection
That made for a sugar sweet **** that was nothing short of perfection
The only corrections being when we paused to change position
Fighting at the hip like a prisoner fighting extradition
She had a hip-swivel-swerve that made me take notice
Her swerve made my toes curl with her sugar … and I know this
I was chained to the experience by the grunts that she made
Committed to orgasmic culmination by her cuntal escapade
We made sweet love until her love came down
We ****** until she nutted, and in her pools I drowned
I frowned with delight as I ejaculated sweet cum, to boast
Caused by her Sugar ***** that she spread, like jelly on toast
She had that Sugar ***** that effortlessly made the grade
With a space warm and inviting, her sugar walls to invade
Making love to my family jewels with her genatalial Jade
And when she came … Sugar ***** nutted lemonade
I felt her warm perennial ooze as her love came down
With enough liquid to fill a small lake where I could potentially drown
Lighting my candle of erogeny with her pulsating vaginal throb
Oiling my man-handle with her juices, like buttering corn on the cob
She ****** me up to the point where her fluids saturated her ‘knack’
And right when she started cummin’, I ****** her right back
I ****** her through her orgasm, actions to which I naturally resorted
Giving her my ‘central digit’ as she queefed and she squirted
This went on time and again, having repeated sexual revelation
Our only intermissions to intercourse, a pause for private conversation
This cycle continued with smooth transitions, minus any blunder
And we came in and on each other until we settled into deep slumber
She had that Sugar ***** with a will to assert
And the way she put it on me it was sweeter than dessert
It almost felt like destiny along the lines that fate went
And the simply say she ****** me would be a gross understatement
She fit her glove on my shaft and took control of the dick
She danced like a highly animated flame dances on a candles wick
Her ***** moved in forward sweeping motions and she bounced up and down
She ****** me as if I were the last man in town
She said softly “Cum for me daddy” … that made me all the more excited
As she continued to scrub my penis with her ***** which left us both delighted
Uttering obscenities that for the moment will remain un-cited
While serving up passion – the likes of which would not go unrequited
She exclaimed “CUM FOR ME DADDY!” as she ****** me to no avail
******* me like she was on the quest to find the Holy Grail
I nutted as she kept my ‘needle pointing north’
I grabber her by the small of her back as my seed sprang forth
She had that sugar *****, sweeter than the sweetest fruit
To say it another way, ‘baby gurl’ had a sweet *** ‘coot’
Pretty and primed … situated soundly below her waist
She laid back, held it open and invited me to take a taste
I salivated at the giving of the invitation
As I sniffed her fresh twat in my moments of inhalation
Something of which I would’ve shamelessly committed myself to supplication
Sticking my face so far up her ***** I nearly reached to point of suffocation
Starting as the tip of my tongue touch the crease where her thighs and pelvis meet
Licking the sides of luscious labium that makes her heart skip a beat
Adding a dimension to our interaction with a cunnilingual feat
My tongue reaches her clitoral switch and her pink – very sexual and sweet
At times I kissed it like a bride and groom kiss each other during a wedding ceremony
Feeling, with regard to the people on earth, as if we were the one and only
At other times I buried my face so far in her coochie one would assume -
That I was making a concerted effort to go back into the womb
She had that Sugar ***** from which she sweetly nutted
Sweeter than the dough of sugar cookies, no matter how you cut it
Had me feeling familiar feeling that were unmistakably mannish
Que habiá Que Cono de Azucár … she had me saying it in Spanish
She had me sprung … by the lust bug I’ve been bitten
The sight of her sugar sweet ***** slick and wet, had me smitten
Particularly when she arched her back like a stretching, yawning kitten
Exposing the lovers loot for which this poem is written
She swirled herself about her clitoris … and nutted with a grin
She demanded that I **** her, that’s when she nutted again
Hers was like a well-spring in the middle of the plains
She kept gushing time and again … yet blushing all the same
Erectile and digital stimulation was the order of the hour
And with Sugar ***** giving up her sweet syrup, her stains were nothing sour
With the sugar that she gave that stained my lips and body -
Excited me, inspiring the stamina to continue being naughty
She had that Sugar *****, that kind of ***** that scratched an ‘itch’
The kind of ***** that made me grimace with pleasure … and made my toes twitch
Hers was a ***** with a gravity stronger than that of the sun
That left me reach-less and speechless when it was all said and done
She had me putting my *** and back into it as I launched my pelvic attack
She put her *** and back into it as she gave the action right back
Two animated ******s moving in tandem, like a beating heart
Dancing the dance of intercourse with a fluidity that’d be considered a work of art
We ****** each other to exhaustion as we ****** in fashion true
With abandon we cut loose caution and went for what we knew
Two horny human beings with vitality and vigor
On a mission to **** the other tired with a measure of roughness and rigor
It was a wresting match of sorts, and for a common prize we vied
With the ultimate goal being orgasm … it was a contest for which we tied
Seeking one nut after another of which we wouldn’t be denied
After which, we took a break in which both lied back and sighed
This one had that Sugar ***** that made my evens odd
Entering into her made my carnal man say “Oh My God!”
She slapped it, she snapped, she perked it up for the occasion
She pinched and puckered it, she played with it right before my invasion
She masturbated her play-thing and invited me to watch
As I masticated the thought of tasting her flesh with an ever hardening crotch
She gave me a show that had me sprung and spry
As she wittled away at her luscious labium, her ***** was sweet to the eye
She ****** me with a flair that I can’t quite describe in words
And for me to try would make this whole affair sounds made up and absurd
But never-the-less, the whole sorted affair was a sweet deal
Her ***** was sugar, and the way she ****** me spoke of her zeal
Though there was an urgency to cum, neither of us were under duress
She put in work as did I … and the expectation was nothing less
Hers wasn’t an easy **** that was simply gush and cushy
It was strain and arduous and at times had me winded … that sexy Sugar *****
Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
SUGAR *****
The way she deported herself, it almost seemed elitist
It’s because she had that sugar, and I’m not talking about diabetes
She had a certain ‘something-something’ accented by her feminine wiles
That gets into my mind … and oft times beguiles
Riling me to the point of lustful conventions to take her where she was
Espoused and aroused to committed acts that exacts my ‘nasty nature’, just because
Branding on my being the experience, like new every time
Inspiring me to write on my favorite topic, this very rhyme
She’s got that sweetness not gotten in sugar refineries
So seductive was she, she couldn’t be considered a minor tease
And like wineries she had the potential of being very intoxicating
The catalyst of a base compulsion of which I wanted no inoculating
I can’t help but say that sex with her, there were some notable takes here
With a caramel flavored coochie more quotable than Shakespeare
Hers was controlled sex … not shrug and pushy
She hit a sweet spot in the core of my manliness with what I call her “Sugar *****”
She had that Sugar ***** that I didn’t want to get up off me
It was just as sweet as the sugar that sweetened my cup of coffee
As we both perspired past our dew points to where our sweat fell like rain
Her Sugar ***** made sweet love to my ‘sugar cane’
Her cervix was the perfect cradle for my achieved erection
That made for a sugar sweet **** that was nothing short of perfection
The only corrections being when we paused to change position
Fighting at the hip like a prisoner fighting extradition
She had a hip-swivel-swerve that made me take notice
Her swerve made my toes curl with her sugar … and I know this
I was chained to the experience by the grunts that she made
Committed to orgasmic culmination by her cuntal escapade
We made sweet love until her love came down
We ****** until she nutted, and in her pools I drowned
I frowned with delight as I ejaculated sweet cum, to boast
Caused by her Sugar ***** that she spread, like jelly on toast
She had that Sugar ***** that effortlessly made the grade
With a space warm and inviting, her sugar walls to invade
Making love to my family jewels with her genatalial Jade
And when she came … Sugar ***** nutted lemonade
I felt her warm perennial ooze as her love came down
With enough liquid to fill a small lake where I could potentially drown
Lighting my candle of erogeny with her pulsating vaginal throb
Oiling my man-handle with her juices, like buttering corn on the cob
She ****** me up to the point where her fluids saturated her ‘knack’
And right when she started cummin’, I ****** her right back
I ****** her through her orgasm, actions to which I naturally resorted
Giving her my ‘central digit’ as she queefed and she squirted
This went on time and again, having repeated sexual revelation
Our only intermissions to intercourse, a pause for private conversation
This cycle continued with smooth transitions, minus any blunder
And we came in and on each other until we settled into deep slumber
She had that Sugar ***** with a will to assert
And the way she put it on me it was sweeter than dessert
It almost felt like destiny along the lines that fate went
And the simply say she ****** me would be a gross understatement
She fit her glove on my shaft and took control of the dick
She danced like a highly animated flame dances on a candles wick
Her ***** moved in forward sweeping motions and she bounced up and down
She ****** me as if I were the last man in town
She said softly “Cum for me daddy” … that made me all the more excited
As she continued to scrub my penis with her ***** which left us both delighted
Uttering obscenities that for the moment will remain un-cited
While serving up passion – the likes of which would not go unrequited
She exclaimed “CUM FOR ME DADDY!” as she ****** me to no avail
******* me like she was on the quest to find the Holy Grail
I nutted as she kept my ‘needle pointing north’
I grabber her by the small of her back as my seed sprang forth
She had that sugar *****, sweeter than the sweetest fruit
To say it another way, ‘baby gurl’ had a sweet *** ‘coot’
Pretty and primed … situated soundly below her waist
She laid back, held it open and invited me to take a taste
I salivated at the giving of the invitation
As I sniffed her fresh twat in my moments of inhalation
Something of which I would’ve shamelessly committed myself to supplication
Sticking my face so far up her ***** I nearly reached to point of suffocation
Starting as the tip of my tongue touch the crease where her thighs and pelvis meet
Licking the sides of luscious labium that makes her heart skip a beat
Adding a dimension to our interaction with a cunnilingual feat
My tongue reaches her clitoral switch and her pink – very sexual and sweet
At times I kissed it like a bride and groom kiss each other during a wedding ceremony
Feeling, with regard to the people on earth, as if we were the one and only
At other times I buried my face so far in her coochie one would assume -
That I was making a concerted effort to go back into the womb
She had that Sugar ***** from which she sweetly nutted
Sweeter than the dough of sugar cookies, no matter how you cut it
Had me feeling familiar feeling that were unmistakably mannish
Que habiá Que Cono de Azucár … she had me saying it in Spanish
She had me sprung … by the lust bug I’ve been bitten
The sight of her sugar sweet ***** slick and wet, had me smitten
Particularly when she arched her back like a stretching, yawning kitten
Exposing the lovers loot for which this poem is written
She swirled herself about her clitoris … and nutted with a grin
She demanded that I **** her, that’s when she nutted again
Hers was like a well-spring in the middle of the plains
She kept gushing time and again … yet blushing all the same
Erectile and digital stimulation was the order of the hour
And with Sugar ***** giving up her sweet syrup, her stains were nothing sour
With the sugar that she gave that stained my lips and body -
Excited me, inspiring the stamina to continue being naughty
She had that Sugar *****, that kind of ***** that scratched an ‘itch’
The kind of ***** that made me grimace with pleasure … and made my toes twitch
Hers was a ***** with a gravity stronger than that of the sun
That left me reach-less and speechless when it was all said and done
She had me putting my *** and back into it as I launched my pelvic attack
She put her *** and back into it as she gave the action right back
Two animated ******s moving in tandem, like a beating heart
Dancing the dance of intercourse with a fluidity that’d be considered a work of art
We ****** each other to exhaustion as we ****** in fashion true
With abandon we cut loose caution and went for what we knew
Two horny human beings with vitality and vigor
On a mission to **** the other tired with a measure of roughness and rigor
It was a wresting match of sorts, and for a common prize we vied
With the ultimate goal being orgasm … it was a contest for which we tied
Seeking one nut after another of which we wouldn’t be denied
After which, we took a break in which both lied back and sighed
This one had that Sugar ***** that made my evens odd
Entering into her made my carnal man say “Oh My God!”
She slapped it, she snapped, she perked it up for the occasion
She pinched and puckered it, she played with it right before my invasion
She masturbated her play-thing and invited me to watch
As I masticated the thought of tasting her flesh with an ever hardening crotch
She gave me a show that had me sprung and spry
As she wittled away at her luscious labium, her ***** was sweet to the eye
She ****** me with a flair that I can’t quite describe in words
And for me to try would make this whole affair sounds made up and absurd
But never-the-less, the whole sorted affair was a sweet deal
Her ***** was sugar, and the way she ****** me spoke of her zeal
Though there was an urgency to cum, neither of us were under duress
She put in work as did I … and the expectation was nothing less
Hers wasn’t an easy **** that was simply gush and cushy
It was strain and arduous and at times had me winded … that sexy Sugar *****
Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
