Under the moon
Under the moon
Maybe someday on a hot and steamy midsummers
night on a blanket under the moon and about a billion
stars lighting our way around while casting it down upon
our two very nude bodies amongst all of the Poetry in
God's creations I will create a new type of classic
poem that shall become a treasured piece of art
and it will be written all over you, it shall start with a "once
upon a time but I know this is will not be a child's nursery
rhyme, for when we kissed it caused a chain reaction
causing my premature inkjacalation to occur spilling
my ink everywhere splashing across your beautiful
perfect breast writing words I will never forget so I looked
down at you and softly whispered in your ear what I had
just read "flowers are pretty and so are the stars up in the
sky your body is so sexy it makes men cry, and forever I
shall worship you for I will defend your honor I will die
until the sun no longer makes love to the moon every
morning like us and night", then as you moaned oh baby
yes and your tits rose and fell with your every breath just
as your nipples become so hard and erected like they
were standing at attention or giving me a standing ovation
for what I am writing on your skin, next I started a verse
that read roses are red violets are blue you make me
lose my breath when I am making love to you, down the
center of your belly that sinks down into a little valley
collecting our sweat glistening in the pale moonlight
moving up and down as your hips are grind down where
my ink starts to flow leading my head and body to follow
down below where your two sexy long legs come together
where your homemade wine is made as I use my tongue
to read what I had written and to partake in a drunken party
thrown by yours truly as you danced across my face
licking up your precious nectar hearing all of the building
pressure every time you moaned or let out a sigh until
like a cork on a hundred year old wine popped and a
gusher erupted like Mount Vesuvius volcano drowning
me in your love as you grabbed on to my head shoving
it in your hole breathing out my nose screaming oh my
God one oh Jesus than an incoherent growl that sounded
like my name or the neighbors I really could not tell, next
I wrote about what your love has done to me and your
incredible beauty that starts my blood flowing causing
my temperature to rise along with what is currently
between your thighs which are straddling me now like your
a cowgirl delivering the mail riding faster and faster until
my pen explodes filling you up with my love as I scream
out your name causing me to go a little crazy as you keep
on milking me even after I was out of ink watching you
collapse out of breath and spent with a smile on my chest.
You look at me and I cannot believe how incredibly
gorgeous you are here like an angel from heaven who
has got me begging then you look right into my eyes I
can see a demon deep inside then I hear that growl
again and you kiss my neck my pen starts filling up again
and I feel like this should be a sin as you get on your
hand knees look back begging please and I continue
to write across your back as I spank your sexy ass it to
make sure it won't go back then when you have spent
;all of your wishes meaning God and Jesus were back
again then you guided my poet's pen to a place it has
never been making me stand still slowly getting used
to it, you sigh and breath out relaxed so I breathe in lock
your legs and begin to drive you home as you scream
out no but your body slams back into me which means
yes and we come together right in middle then feel my
ink begins to spill pull it out as we both shout out shooting
it all across your back and ass where the final words are
written as I dot my I and cross my T and this priceless
piece of art is done lasting an eternity in our memories
that started with our hearts creating a work of art like
Vincent Van Gogh on his starry night yes one day on some
hot steamy night I will create a masterpiece that will be
called our life as we are the very reason that love still exists
and forever we will come and go together in all of the ink
that spells love. The end
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey
night on a blanket under the moon and about a billion
stars lighting our way around while casting it down upon
our two very nude bodies amongst all of the Poetry in
God's creations I will create a new type of classic
poem that shall become a treasured piece of art
and it will be written all over you, it shall start with a "once
upon a time but I know this is will not be a child's nursery
rhyme, for when we kissed it caused a chain reaction
causing my premature inkjacalation to occur spilling
my ink everywhere splashing across your beautiful
perfect breast writing words I will never forget so I looked
down at you and softly whispered in your ear what I had
just read "flowers are pretty and so are the stars up in the
sky your body is so sexy it makes men cry, and forever I
shall worship you for I will defend your honor I will die
until the sun no longer makes love to the moon every
morning like us and night", then as you moaned oh baby
yes and your tits rose and fell with your every breath just
as your nipples become so hard and erected like they
were standing at attention or giving me a standing ovation
for what I am writing on your skin, next I started a verse
that read roses are red violets are blue you make me
lose my breath when I am making love to you, down the
center of your belly that sinks down into a little valley
collecting our sweat glistening in the pale moonlight
moving up and down as your hips are grind down where
my ink starts to flow leading my head and body to follow
down below where your two sexy long legs come together
where your homemade wine is made as I use my tongue
to read what I had written and to partake in a drunken party
thrown by yours truly as you danced across my face
licking up your precious nectar hearing all of the building
pressure every time you moaned or let out a sigh until
like a cork on a hundred year old wine popped and a
gusher erupted like Mount Vesuvius volcano drowning
me in your love as you grabbed on to my head shoving
it in your hole breathing out my nose screaming oh my
God one oh Jesus than an incoherent growl that sounded
like my name or the neighbors I really could not tell, next
I wrote about what your love has done to me and your
incredible beauty that starts my blood flowing causing
my temperature to rise along with what is currently
between your thighs which are straddling me now like your
a cowgirl delivering the mail riding faster and faster until
my pen explodes filling you up with my love as I scream
out your name causing me to go a little crazy as you keep
on milking me even after I was out of ink watching you
collapse out of breath and spent with a smile on my chest.
You look at me and I cannot believe how incredibly
gorgeous you are here like an angel from heaven who
has got me begging then you look right into my eyes I
can see a demon deep inside then I hear that growl
again and you kiss my neck my pen starts filling up again
and I feel like this should be a sin as you get on your
hand knees look back begging please and I continue
to write across your back as I spank your sexy ass it to
make sure it won't go back then when you have spent
;all of your wishes meaning God and Jesus were back
again then you guided my poet's pen to a place it has
never been making me stand still slowly getting used
to it, you sigh and breath out relaxed so I breathe in lock
your legs and begin to drive you home as you scream
out no but your body slams back into me which means
yes and we come together right in middle then feel my
ink begins to spill pull it out as we both shout out shooting
it all across your back and ass where the final words are
written as I dot my I and cross my T and this priceless
piece of art is done lasting an eternity in our memories
that started with our hearts creating a work of art like
Vincent Van Gogh on his starry night yes one day on some
hot steamy night I will create a masterpiece that will be
called our life as we are the very reason that love still exists
and forever we will come and go together in all of the ink
that spells love. The end
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey
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