Five a dayA Poem by Poetic ShamblesA poem about the moments leading up to orgasm, and how it's such a waste when a women stops a little short.I felt the horns, and so did you. I dropped my trousers, and so did you. I felt around, and so did you. I dropped to the ground, and so did you. You asked me to stay, so I stayed and submersed. Between your legs, as you prayed and you cursed. After a slow release, it was my turn to get played with and played with I was, and I prayed and I prayed. As the blood rushed from your head to mine, the eternal flame grew and it grew and it grew, but as you approached the finish line, you suddenly decided to stop. And for all of the effort that you had put in to take me past the stars and the clouds, to the vast beauty of the heavens, one ejaculation contains the same amount of vitamins, and minerals as ten eggs, six oranges and two lemons. © 2010 Poetic ShamblesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPoetic ShamblesLondon, United KingdomAboutIt is no secret that I write poetry, but I have often kept my poetry a secret. I give up hiding, here's my writing. If you enjoy my words, show some love and like my page http://www.facebook.com/sun.. more..Writing
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