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From: an338903@cris.com (Jackie)
Subject: Poem: "Biking to New Highs" (very graphic)
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Hi,

I've enjoyed lurking and reading many great postings, now it's my turn to
contribute three poems, in a much "different" style. I got up enough nerve to
write this first poem, which follows, about one way I like to "get off."
Although the poem doesn't reflect it, I am usually quite shy and very private.
I almost chickened out and didn't sent this but my horniness finally won out.

Let me know what you think of it. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

                                                        Jackie

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"Biking to Ever New Highs"

by Jackie (an338903@cris.com)

I rode my jet-black Avenger 'cycle today,
over large bumps and small hills, but not far away.

That bike's soft purring vibrations my body so greatly enjoys,
but to all of my friends, they only think it's one of my favorite toys.

What they don't really know, and I won't ever tell,
Is that it makes me super wet and my clitty swell and swell.

Today I've dressed to make that little devil feel "oh, so good,"
but not really the way a respectable "good"-girl should.

A pair of tight black leathers protect my silken-smooth white legs,
but they gape open in between as my fertile-cavern so longingly begs.

I slide fully forward, hugging that damn machine ever so very tight,
like a long lost intimate lover, using every ounce of my girlish might.

My sheer crotchless panties leave my plump mound so totally bare,
letting the warm vibrating metal caress every single silky hair.

Those few blond wispy curls provide absolutely no protection,
for my tiny sleeping clit, which soon initiates an erection.

Above, nothing comes 'tween soft supple flesh and rough leather vest,
every trail bump taunts those stiffening nipples on my fully blossomed chest.

Their rigid redness pokes straight out, yearning to pop free,
but I force them to keep on rubbing, cause it so stimulates the rest of me.

It doesn't take much excitement for my "honey" to start to drip,
coating that warm smooth metal case while I bounce, slide, and slip.

I press down ever harder, my puffy outer petals now opening wide,
almost stuck to that damp spot by slick suction as the faster I do ride.

The stinging wind against my face mixed with the musk of my desire,
only further super-heats my furnace, its temperature rising higher and higher.

My shy little clit has poked out a full inch, maybe even two,
a fat pinkie it now resembles, in a puddle of warm, wet goo.

Soon, it wiggles and wobbles, just like a small boy's,
very frustrated in its search for the ultimate joys.

It stretches and strains to find more intense vibrations,
like a hungry, greedy imp, it requires stronger and stronger sensations.

Still I look straight ahead, willing my mind to go elsewhere,
but my flushed skin's so goosebumpy, almost intolerable to bear.

That red-hot poker beckons a hand to slide 'tween my slick milky thighs,
to jerk it fast and hard, making it cum like some big ol' macho guy's.

But I ignore its sharp constant plea, forcing my pressed trunk to lie so
still, finally my poor over-teased body cries "enough" and exerts its own
strong will.

My insides start churning, making me shiver and shake,
like the beginnings of a super-giant or colossal earthquake.

My blood-red clit, looking ever so bloated, begins twitching all alone,
without even a slight touch, without my uttering a soft moan.

It thrashes to the left, to the right, then quickly up and down,
you'd think it's in a circus doing the acrobatics of a clown.

After one near collision, two yelps, and a sigh,
I slow my hog down, letting those fine vibrations lingeringly die. 

Exhausted, I slide off that slippery, gooey, softly purring machine,
with my pussy and thighs coated with a wet glossy sheen.

That long, hard clitty has already shrunk back into its safe fleshy hood,
after giving a broad smile cause the cum was ever soooo good.

It's finally over for me right now, so I'll stop and take a rest,
but in only one half hour, I'll put this firm still-yearning body again to the
test.


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