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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of erotic lore—
While I sat there, gently fapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of pink pornstar some one gently rapping, rapping at my hotel door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my hotel door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was just before September;
And the shadow of my member wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—so my veiny shaft could borrow
From my houston pornstar porn's surcease of sorrow—sorrow for my lost Amore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom I call, my Amore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silky, smooth, and certain, rhythm of my jerkin'
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating, of my meat I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door;—
This it is and nothing more."
Quickly I was nude no longer; but my erection still grew stronger,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was fapping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my hotel door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, with my boner aimed up at the ceiling,
Straining, urging me like no penis ever urged before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Amore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Amore!"—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into my room turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my hands be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped my sightly Maiden whom I yearn for at my core;
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with eyes porn star gauge of a lustful lady, she leaned against my hotel door—
She gazed upon my throbbing phallus as she leaned against my hotel door—
Leaned, and stared, and nothing more.
Then to build upon my riling, softly she began describing,
All the hot revealing features of the lingerie she wore,
"Though thy chest be shown and you're shaven, thou," I porn star pinky said, "art no safe haven,
Sexy, slim, and gorgeous Maiden wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy master plan is as you lean against my door!"
Quoth my Maiden "I'm your whore."
Much I marvelled as it hit me, how this response was said so plainly,
Though this statement got me thinking—and wanting to know more;
For we cannot help agreeing, that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing a girl leaning on his door—
Girl or treat with exquisite bust leaning on his hotel door,
With such aim as "Be their whore."
But the Maiden, leaning lonely, on the placid door spoke only
That one phrase, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing further then she uttered—not a flawless inch she fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "What plans have you in store—
I'm excited please believe me, but must know what's in store."
Then the girl said "I'm your whore."
Startled at the stillness broken, by reply so quickly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what you utter must be hollow at its core
It sounds as if this girl just cast her, body off unto her master
To be taken fast and taken faster, to be used and used some more—
Till the last of his desires can go on and burden him no more
You'll 'Be—be my whore?'"
But the Maiden still stood smiling, and my brain was done compiling,
So straight I reached a shaking hand out to girl, her breasts, and more;
Then, began our fevered kissing, as I expressed my untamed best pornstar ever missing
Grabbed her squeezed her, thinking as I pressed her up against the door—
What this enticing, dreamy, steamy hot dear goddess at my door
Was in for by saying "I'm your whore."
Swiftly I began undressing, and my will on her impressing
While exploring her with fiery eyes now burning into my woman's core;
I picked and set her with perfect timing, into a state of slight reclining
On the bedspread's linen lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
Felt her velvet skin while eying what my hands now glided o'er,
She shall know, yes, she's my whore!
Then, my tongue began to fence her, dancing on her wanting sensor,
It swung in circles as she wrapped her legs around me while I knelt upon the floor.
"Fuck," she cried, "Oh God please take me—you've no idea how bad I want thee
Fuck me—fuck me and then, dear lover, fuck me more."
"Wait," I growled unto my lady "you must service me before."
"After all...You are my whore."
Grabbed her, did I, pushed her to a kneel, wanting now that heavenly feel
I moved into her mouth with the cock the she was dying for,
Obedient and undaunted, she stayed there sucking what she wanted-
Licking, stroking what I flaunted—but soon I wanted more—
I lifted her—kissed her—spun her, then—the bed I bent her o'er"
I was ready now, to fuck my whore
"Oh god!" said I, unable to conceal, the now unrelenting euphoric feel
Caused by pushing in from behind her—till she could take no more—
Oh so quickly I was laden, with moans and gasps from my Maiden,
Whose opening clasped around me while she began to quiver at her core—
Seeing this, and hearing her breath quicken, confirmed what was now in store All I whispered: "Cum for me whore"
No sooner than lips and words were parting she cried out, shrieked, while starting— Cumming harder, so much harder than she ever had before
She convulsed as if broken and from this I was provoken
To exit and grant my token—as I came and came some more!
Throwing glistening threads across ass, and back, and floor!"
Exhausted now, was my perfect whore
And the Maiden, never lifting, laid there still and barely shifting
With eyes emitting looks of satisfaction more powerful than ever before.
As she looked at me while beaming, telling me she must be dreaming,
She spoke out softly: "You're everything I've ever been looking for."
"I love you," she said, in a way that made it clear her soul she bore.
I kissed her deeply, "I love you more." Sconnie56