PF Pfefferlen
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Poem "A Prostitute Knocks At My Door":
- published July 2, 2005
- viewed 441 times
Other poems by PF Pfefferlen:
»A fantasy and a fetish«
»A Mere Balance On Both Sides«
»An Afternoon With A View«
»Carefully Put«
»Cyber Relationship With No Commitment«
»English Woman Named Erica (Inspired by a "Bizzare" Cumshot Movie)«
»For Anita«
»Foreshadowing«
»Goddess: Inspire in Me, this Love«
»Hotel City (a film short in Tachikawa, Japan)«
»I Wish I Were Going to Belize«
»It's d.a.r.k., musky, and blacker than ash«
»IX«
»Late Night On Dethlefsen Street«
»No lights, nor moon«
»of the words of h. e. owens«
»pebbles and portions«
»Poetry that purrs«
»Puzzle Box«
»Saturdays and stories are related somehow«
»Silence in the House of Secrets«
»The Bar Scene Is But A Novel«
»the couple in the corner«
»The Faint Breaths of Hope«
»The poet or painter (which have I become, thus for she?)«
»Untitled (Perhaps...)«
»while ideas dream in electric sleep«
Visit PF Pfefferlen's profile page
Poem "A Prostitute Knocks At My Door":
- published July 2, 2005
- viewed 441 times
Other poems by PF Pfefferlen:
»A fantasy and a fetish«»A Mere Balance On Both Sides«»An Afternoon With A View«»Carefully Put«»Cyber Relationship With No Commitment«»English Woman Named Erica (Inspired by a "Bizzare" Cumshot Movie)«»For Anita«»Foreshadowing«»Goddess: Inspire in Me, this Love«»Hotel City (a film short in Tachikawa, Japan)«»I Wish I Were Going to Belize«»It's d.a.r.k., musky, and blacker than ash«»IX«»Late Night On Dethlefsen Street«»No lights, nor moon«»of the words of h. e. owens«»pebbles and portions«»Poetry that purrs«»Puzzle Box«»Saturdays and stories are related somehow«»Silence in the House of Secrets«»The Bar Scene Is But A Novel«»the couple in the corner«»The Faint Breaths of Hope«»The poet or painter (which have I become, thus for she?)«»Untitled (Perhaps...)«»while ideas dream in electric sleep«»A Prostitute Knocks At My Door«
PANTING, she raps on my doorbell, while my music
blasts through the corridor – she screams for me
A spit-like reciprocity that she swore she?d swallow
While my fingers taps on the keyboard of her karma
she?s my whore in waiting – the way I appreciate
"Just how far do your legs reach behind your neck?" I ask
almost faint, her massaging fingers groping and milking
I don?t have the heart to tell her, while my hand smacks
her magnificent ass in thunderous echoes – laughing:
throughout the night while my cum squirts on her back
blasts through the corridor – she screams for me
A spit-like reciprocity that she swore she?d swallow
While my fingers taps on the keyboard of her karma
she?s my whore in waiting – the way I appreciate
"Just how far do your legs reach behind your neck?" I ask
almost faint, her massaging fingers groping and milking
I don?t have the heart to tell her, while my hand smacks
her magnificent ass in thunderous echoes – laughing:
throughout the night while my cum squirts on her back
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