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In Grateful and Loving Tribute To My Husband Twenty-Second Installment in the Latina Series of Erotic Stories by Latina © |
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The other morning, I awakened to find my husband sleeping face-up beside me, his naked cock semi-rigid as he slept. I couldn't resist climbing on top of him, straddling him, and riding him. That woke him up REAL fast! As I rode him, and he kisssed and nibbled my nipples, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and swooned into a daydream. That's when inspiration hit me to write a poem in loving tribute to my husband, but a poem with an odd twist. Instead of rhyming each line, I decided to use alliteration, where the last word of each line in a stanza has the same consonants and only the VOWEL is different. The following poem is the result of that inspiration. I don't know what it says about how my mind works, but the FIRST "rhyme" to inspire me is the fourth stanza: slot, slit, and SLUT! -- Latina * * * * * Your gentle
hands slowly slide my skimpy panties off, as to While on
my knees, my lips enfold you; eagerly your shaft I For in all
my fifty years, I've known no lover, half as Now eagerly
my slick walls engulf you; my dewy folds widen I sigh, content
to rest my hand upon your love-soaked
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