Some girls are moaners,
          High-pitched and sweet,
Some girls are groaners,
          Low and discreet.
And some girls mew,
          Like kittens do,
          When fingers stroke their fur;
But Amy always giggles
          When her pussy starts to purr.

The way her button tingles,
          It makes her grin,
Her pussy soaked and swollen
          From the wetness within.
She smiles at this,
          She can't resist;
          And like a little girl,
Amy giggles at the feeling
          Flowing from her little pearl.

Amy likes fingers, she likes tongues,
          She likes cock,
Alone, or one on one,
          Or with every person on the block,
It's always fun,
          With more than one,
          Better than on her own,
And she giggles when the gentlemen shout,
          And when the ladies moan.

She giggles as she trembles,
          And her face goes red,
She giggles harder as she quivers,
          From toes to top of head
Her body shakes!
          Her body quakes!
          Her legs raise in the air;
She laughs so loud the neighbors hear,
          But Amy doesn't care.

Amy is orgasmic,
          She always comes;
And her lovers smile,
          When her pussy hums,
Sex with ease,
          She's not a tease,
          She spreads legs open wide,
And when the man comes, she giggles and whispers,
          "I want it inside."

She's coming now,
          Coming hard,
It's go-time now,
          For the girl and her bard.
Her body spasms,
          Orgasms!
          "More! Give me more!"
And she giggles and giggles, out of control,
          As her pussy starts to pour.

He's finished,
          But she's still giggling;
He doesn't pull out,
          And she starts wiggling.
She gives him a grin,
          "Fuck me again!"
          She whispers in his ear,
And then she giggles as he flips her over
          And fucks her in the rear.

Cocks pump,
          And fingers twirl;
Amy smiles
          A happy girl.
She puts out,
          Without a doubt,
          With her mouth, her puss, her bum;
And Amy, oh yes Amy giggles,
          She giggles when she comes.

Comments

Nickname Feedback
Anonymous nice!
nek I like it very much
4fingers Fun poem. Captures the little girl side of a woman during sex right up until the line "I'm your whore". The poem loses it at that point for me, but I'm sure others will like it just fine. I certainly haven't written anything so take this with a grain of salt. It just totally changed the tone of the poem at that point for me. Still, it was a fun poem.
Oh, I'm really sorry that I lost you, fingers! I know what you mean, and I think this is a very valid critique. I really wanted the poem to be agnostic about the gender of Amy's lovers, or how many there are, or even if she is masturbating alone. It proved to be very difficult to pull that off, maybe in part because I found myself wanting to have sex so badly with the little giggler that I had to put myself in the poem (thus the reference to "the bard"). And since I love it when my lover tells me she's my whore, that of course is what Amy does. I will probably try to rework the poem a bit at some point and I really hope you'll come back and read it again and let me know what you think.

By the way, you're my first nomination for best nickname of 2014!

--Chris
Mick Lovely, hot and funny.
Ash Great! Write more
Professor Peach I loved it. Thanks!
sevispac I've had trouble with the Captcha system that ASSTR saddles us with, so I don't think you've gotten my previous feedback, which reads:

Wow! Great work. Better than 90% of the legitimate poetry since Rudyard Kipling died, and it rhymes! It also works as well as porn as poetry. Kudos.

Have you read any of Madam Jillinghoff's Bedroom Rhymes at http://storiesonline.net/s/70527? Some of them are pretty good.

My own work runs more toward prose, but I like these: http://www.imagefap.com/pictures/4654936/Oral-Poetry.

Anyway, great work. As somebody once said to me, keep a tight grip on what's inspiring you.
Wow, thanks, sev. A Kipling fan, eh?

At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death!"

Among my favorites of his many great works, from Rikki Tikki Tavi. Thanks for the links, too. Pretty sure I'd read your poems somewhere before; and alas Madam Jillingoff's are behind a login. I've never understood requiring people to log in to read free erotica. Among the many great things about ASSTR--no login necessary!
13 again Is this poem different from the original? I didn't see a line mentioned in one of the comments. Anyway, nice poem.
Yes, I edited it based on the above comments. I didn't really like it the way it was. The change was only to one or two lines.
~CH

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