This is Not Porn; (and) I'm Not Horny
This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny
by tara przybille bradley
No moan
at the end of your tongue
No nipple
or spots between any necks or collar bones
I have not stumbled onto anything woody
Nor are you lifting my shirt
To the sound of cocking, flowering guns
Pumping, pumping, pumping their pistons
all over my poem.
Yes! It would hurt quite a bit to stumble upon something woody. This is the anti-Penthouse Letter. Hope you aren’t totally disillusioned with the nasty, though.
LMAO!! LOVE the photo!! And sex.
i had to log-in just to comment ‘you go girl’ to this. you’re brave.
I like this one. Great way to end “erotica week”.
Dammit! I guess the orgy has to end sometime! lol. Nice antithesis spoken with backup choir of Puritans. How’s that baby by the way? See, i was always told that after a couple months a woman who just gave birth would immediately want another and would be more than eager to jump back atop that horse. lmao. Guess that’s wrong. But during the pregnant glow semester, i also heard that women were like sex-zealots! That might be wrong too. Halifax told me all these lies. He might be full of shipoopi.
At any rate, well-structured and economical poem. I enjoyed the read immensely, even though i was not aroused and the effect was something akin to the aftermath of swimming in the lake. rofl.
Halifax is certainly a reliable and trusted source for all things gestationally carnal.
Excuse me, I’m off to the nunnery to starch and stiffen my wimple.
I once had a wife break down crying on top of me because she missed the baby’s father. True story. If that makes me a terrible man, I’ll bare that cross.
She were pregnant at the time…that’s what makes it germane.
I was just messin’ around man. I didn’t know all that stuff. Sounds very emotional.
not so much. That appendage festered off my life a long time ago. Left a cool scar is all.