This is a poem from my first guest writer, James and hopefully he's not the last.
ODE TO JENNA
One day a goddess on high,
took the form of a dancing nymph
and came to Earth.
The spirit of joy and fun,
she came to share,
to fill mere mortals with delight.
To see her au natural
is to see scrumptious personified.
Her face beams,
her eyes sparkle,
and her smile is warm and inviting.
Dark and soft, her mane
flows long down her back.
Her body excites ones passions,
with curves that are delicious,
and lines that are timelessly feminine.
Her breasts,
perfect in their shape and size,
look sweet, full,
and enticing.
Nipples like ripe cherries,
crown her womanly treasures,
cherries no tree could ever grow.
Her torso,
frames a navel,
that punctuates the cutest little belly.
(Kissing that belly must be nirvana.)
When she spins around,
a bottom round and smooth is revealed,
marvelous spheres without flaw.
Her legs like classic columns,
must by a master
have been carved.
Who's fingers would not ache
to trace these limbs so fine,
to luxuriate in the feel of flesh so soft?
Follow these to a valley of delight,
where a garden lush with perfume
holds the gate to a palace divine.
She is a nymph that is erotic from head to toe:
anyone who thinks oral sex is an unnatural act
has never seen Jenna in the nude.
Her effervescence,
her charisma,
her inner happiness,
enthrall and enrapture.
I want to inhale her feminine perfume,
I want to feel her thighs squeezing my face,
I want to taste her soft sweet flesh,
I want to kiss her where she's tangy,
I want to drink juices from the wellhead of her womb,
For there can not be a sweeter spring on Earth.
In a garden lush with perfume
Fragrance that makes a man euphoric.
By James.
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