1 elda, 2 fucking guys

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oxalis
oxalis
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so we met at this place
it was kinda dirty
with bugs
so we went back to her place
a hotel room
me and Mitch and her

he has this HARD-ON all afternoon
she had this real awesome
glass thing that looked like my cock
hahahahahh
no it looked like Mitch's cock
hahahhahaah

movement to slumber
fancy lettering
sometimes I think that if my
cock and posterior was not so
purfect I would not get any pussy
at all never

Mitch has big bugger lips
like Mick Jagger wagger
hahahahhahah

then the glass thing comes out
it is like a part of a meter
in length
she does it whole
and Mitch is in the bathroom
having one of those movements

so I move closer
she is divine like a church
on Sunday or Wednesday
does not taste like chicken either

oxalis
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AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Stupid Comments

I truly feel sorry for these idiots that have no comception of stream of consciousness expression.

Why do they read poetry if they cannot understand it?

This is a very good, well written poem!

cjhcjhalmost 17 years ago
i'm in with D.A.

your word choices made me laugh out loud. for some odd reason, your voice made me think of being in the french quarter and listening to a busker with a trumpet bleating joyfully just for the hell of it.

DeepAsleepDeepAsleepabout 18 years ago
HAH!

I love the hell out of this poem.

Fuck be to 'em, if they can't take a joke.

~D.A.

moonblademmoonblademover 19 years ago
There is a huge difference...

between constructive comments and destructive comments, and what you just did here was to belittle and attack a person's work without thought and indeed, with much malice.

"I wouldn't even call this poetry. It was rather something one of my kids would write being a teenager "thinking" they were funny. But this was tasteless!

Sorry, I give some brutal honesty at times. Let's see some real work. I question your age by reading this work, I really do."

You might call this brutal honesty, but honey... you were just being mean and malicious, and as far as I could see, you were thoroughly enjoying it. His poem might have been tasteless to you, but it was your comment that was really in poor taste.

And oh... by the way? You misspelt 'grammar'. ;)

DanaQtDanaQtover 19 years ago
Oh man, I'm sorry, this sucked. Let me help!!

so we met at this place- never start like this!

it was kinda dirty

with bugs

so we went back to her place

a hotel room

me and Mitch and her- grammer and punctuation.

he has this HARD-ON all afternoon- he had a hard-on

she had this real awesome- he, she, he, she. Too much!

glass thing that looked like my cock

hahahahahh -not poetry.

no it looked like Mitch's cock

hahahhahaah- not poetry.

movement to slumber

fancy lettering

sometimes I think that if my

cock and posterior was not so

purfect I would not get any pussy

at all never- grammer.

Mitch has big bugger lips- huh?

like Mick Jagger wagger

hahahahhahah- not poetry.

then the glass thing comes out

it is like a part of a meter

in length

she does it whole

and Mitch is in the bathroom

having one of those movements- huh?

so I move closer

she is divine like a church- better than a church please.

on Sunday or Wednesday

does not taste like chicken either.-it wasn't even funny.

Okay, I can't help.

I wouldn't even call this poetry. It was rather something one of my kids would write being a teenager "thinking" they were funny. But this was tasteless!

Sorry, I give some brutal honesty at times. Let's see some real work. I question your age by reading this work, I really do.

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