From within the closet
watched Christine
as her best friend Rose
rode her nephew
the soft liquid pools of
her eyes watched
the naked orbs of her
roommates breasts
bounce up and down
jiggle and wiggle
like twin bowels of jell-o
from where she
knelt upon the carpeted
floor with her wrists
bound to the curtain rod
hanging above her
head while her ears heard
the grunts of her
well-hung nephew listened
to her best friends
soft feral sighs and moans
of sexual ecstasy
while the little round ball
of the mouth gag
strapped around her head
resting between her
teeth prevented Christine
from uttering a single
sound much less to mutter her
disapproval not that
the single mother of four did
or didn’t as unable to
close her eyes or fall asleep
because of the hard
fullness of the masculine dildo
buried deep inside
within the honeycomb of her
hot and wet pussy
oscillating ever so insistently
where it pressed up
against the nub of her clitoris
the naked raven haired
daughter of mother nature and
the gift from the womb
of the ancient goddess of love
patiently awaited her
turn to being ridden from dusk
till the coming of the
dawn by her former not so loving
husbands well-hung
nephew there on the altar of lust
dedicated to human
reproduction within his bedroom
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Watching and Waiting
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