Don’t Talk With Your Mouth Full
A Poem by TTBoy
Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
Already there
Knees proportionately padded
from numerous acts of kindness
She felt it her duty
instead of giving her booty
to give pleasure any other way
Taking head was not
for the bed
It was best that the fruit hung
But if that was joy
for the boy
and warm landing for his toy,
Everyday the fat lady sung
For who would have thought
or worst, who would be caught
manning every man’s band
But his was an exception
a true stallion-like reflection
of why one couldn’t use just one hand
So she aimed to please
and didn’t bother to grease
her lips as she’s done so many times before
Oh and this stiff was a chore
and offered so much more
She would have to find a new word for whore
As she choke
this bloak
tried to get her to say his name
But because of his size
And woah! To her surprise
her attempt took all eleven just the same
He already knew it
And man, he really blew it
It splattered everywhere
She didn’t want it to stop
for he would think her a flop
She didn’t want it in her hair
Slurping and guzzling
though what’s so puzzling
was how she took all he had to give
When you know so much about someone
it can be so much fun
Especially when her name is Olive
