when the moon was white my lads teats
i woke up look at my tit tee tee
it was weeping for want that teety lad
and seeping it sent his sap shootong
he with great force did try a lot
like a sewing machine he woked
making the string go around
but when it was half way thru
he pulled out and reeled as in pain
pehaps it was his first
he pressed his toe so hard on
my back that i felt as some wonder
was about to go woring
hey, hey hey who is there
who is there with that long titty
come, come come it is all very well here
for i am just in need of this very thing
here comes the titty long
with might as might might be
strove thru and thru
until torn i lay
in a pool of brine
A contest entry
- Gay/Lesbian Erotica Poems, Please! by Just Venting.
450 points, ended June 21, 10 entries
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Honestly, it was hard for me to understand this poem. I like the first line though. It holds some kind of fascination for me...

