Author Topic: Erotic Poetry Stand (Read 9310 times)

Clay Death · « **Reply #60 on:** August 03, 2016, 09:30:28 pm »

Love For Sale in Havana

by erectus123

Love For Sale in Havana

Down in Havana, on a street very poor
Stands Clarissa Balboa in a dark door
way. She has golden hair and a pretty face
A body no man would want to waste
She's hoping a tourist will stop for a visit
She's selling herself as if she's a widget
It's not easy in the Capital Comunista
Where it's near impossible to get an exit vista
So when the evening is dark, when the sun
starts to set
Clarissa tries on her sexiest bra set
Her breasts are as soft as two snow-white doves
Au natural and made for love
She puts on earrings made of feather
A halter made of smooth black leather
Her skirt so short you can see her behind
With the separate globes shinning fine
She has no hose or panties to foil
She gets by with a quick rub of coconut oil
A tourist suggested she shave her pubs clear
No foreigner wants his **** caught in Fidel's
beard
"Here comes a German, I'll make him my mark"
She thinks, as she leans into the alleyway
dark
He puts a finger to his mouth as if wanting a
quick blow-job
But soon she realizes he is a slob
Fritz jabbers a bit in Spanish, what he's trying to say?
Ah, he is looking for a very young gay
"A child, that pervert," she looks with disgust
He wanders away and gets lost in the dusk
Along comes a Brazilian, but she speaks no Portuguese
But he looks like he would like to have his **** teased
She stops him and caresses the bump in his pants
It swells up so quickly, he must want to prance
So they hook up, he bargains they soon find a price
He fancies a ****, which is her kind of vice
She takes him upstairs to her little quarter
She shares with her family that she helps support'er
The bedroom is makeshift, once a large room
Seized and then altered by a government buffoon
From a rich family that fled for a life in the States
Deserting a Cuba that Fidel did create
Of what use is history, except to light fires
Living here now requires sex for hire
There is a window and she stops to view
A full moon is visible; it's bright and new
He hands her bank notes by this shining light, and he thinks,
"It's so little, this just can't be right"
She slips the cash into a hiding place out of sight
She beckons him closer and unzips his fly
He unbuckles his belt and let's go a sigh
She washes his **** in a cold shallow bowl
Each of his large balls she does deftly hold
His **** hair is coarse, warm and curly
She looks at the clock, it still is quite early
Then she lies down upon the bed
Hanging over the edge, her head
And pulls him to her opened mouth
His **** stiffens as it heads south
She slowly takes it very deep
And relaxes thinking soon she'll sleep
He stands above her as she takes all nine inches
She mouths it all and never flinches
She licks and sucks his Popsicle
Until he starts to cream
"Your so sexy," he starts to scream
Hush, "don't be so loud my amigo"
Oh my, que paso contigo"
She tastes the cum as if a fine sauce
Then she releases her one time boss
She'd hope to satisfy him with her lips
But now he's motioning toward her hips
She spreads her legs never taking off
the mini skirt
Rolls a condom on his beefsteak's girth
She opens wide, he enters slow
It plain to see he needs to go
All the way into her **** so lean
She dabs his member with a bit of Vaseline
He's just so large and she's eighteen
He franticly drives home his nail
Over and over his huge **** does flail
He sweats, it is such an erotic scene
Her skirt is soaked with a velvet sheen
She holds his balls as he plays her sire
Pumping as a fireman putting out a fire
As she feels the tremor in his balls, she
squeezes on
He cums as if he is the source of the Amazon
He continues to pump even long after he has cum
"Is he going for a second time, no, he is getting numb"?
As he gets softer she gently extracts him
His **** now has softened like a ripe banana skin
Holding tight the condom that looks ready to burst in
Two, she takes it off and discards it in
A wastebasket decorated with palm leaves
She washes him off, dries with a soft towel, ease
-ing his foreskin gently back, his ****'s head in sight
She kisses it and says good night
Sees him to the door, he whispers something and kisses her right
On her cheek, she locks the door and
Lays down, calling it a night
He has gone and his face almost forgotten
Just a shadow, sweat on leather and cotton
There is the smell of sex in the lair
She opens the window to clear the air
Ironic in a world of communism
She must suffer the rigors of capitalism
But then it is not an easy decision
She knows other's cast derision
Charging for what most women do for free
She frowns as she kneels to pee
She feels some pain in her hip
Her **** still stings a bit
His **** nearly split her in two
But what's a working girl gon'na do
You take them all both small and big
At least this last one was not a pig
She takes no pleasure in the act
She lets them **** her, a simple fact
She wonders if she will ever again enjoy
As she did with the father of her baby boy
Lost at sea on a fishing ship a week
before the wedding feast
Her only pleasure to say the least
Her Aunt brings in her child of two
"For you my darling, I do this for you"
She holds the babe against her naked breasts
And falls asleep, she needs the rest
Madonna and child, it is no stranger
Then in days of old, with a babe in a manger

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