Heterosexual Male Fantasy Poems

 

As if in prayer, she humbly kneels
then, suddenly, with joy, I feel,
like a warm halo round its head,
her soft and supple lips of red;
her lapping tongue like beating wings;
my moans like some sweet hymn she sings
as, bowing to a god of love,
she sends my spirit high above.

 

 

As graceful as a swan she kneels
and with wet lips and tongue she glides
until, like a swan song, I feel
my seed fly free like wings spread wide.

 

 

Her lips are like a ring of red
with which our two bodies are wed;
her wedding veil, my semen shed
upon her pretty face and head.

 

 

Your lips are like a flower
with soft petals of red;
its stem your throat devour-
ing the white seed I shed.

 

White Rain
Blue as the sky are your eyes
and your hair as gold as the sun;
white as the clouds is my seed
that, like rain, over your cheeks, runs.

 

Tears Of  Joy
Wipe away your silver tears;
they’re worthless things to shed.
Are you sure you wouldn’t wear
my pearl teardrops instead?
Silver tears can only drown;
drain away and destroy
but my white tears wont drag you down
because they’re tears of joy.

 

Baby Swallow
Baby Swallow, come.
If you want to feed,
whistle a tune upon my branch
and I’ll fill your mouth with seed.

 

The Very Talented Louise
And now the talented Louise
performs a stunt that few would dare;
drummer, let’s have a drum roll please
as Louise, swinging by her knees,
upon a very high trapeze
will attempt a mid-air striptease
down to her underwear.

 

Brushstrokes
She’s like an artist painting an old sack;
with gentle brushstrokes moving forth and back
paying attention to each crease and fold
and painting them in pleasures of bright gold.

 

 

Her tongue is just as soft, I think
as gentle Spring blossoms of pink
against short bristles, like the breeze
that strokes upon the apple trees.

 

 

How talented she is for one so young;
able to juggle two balls with her tongue
and each fold that she tickles turns my frown
into the big smile of a circus clown.

 

 

Gentle fawn lapping at a rippling lake
with a thirst that a few licks will not slake;
each lick as bright as a scattered sunbeam
that falls upon a lake and makes it gleam.

 

Pretty Little Pigeon
My little pigeon, bobbing your head,
do you like it when I stroke you?
Eat up every smidgen of seed that you’re fed
and, in white dove feathers, I’ll cloak you.

 

Sunrise, Sunset
Two sweet mouths feeding my desire
Bobbing between my spreading thighs,
One with hair of gold and one of fire
One like Sunset, one sunrise

 

1.

Lick and suck
a dick for luck;
lick and suck his balls
that’s luckiest of all.

 

2.
Suck and swallow,
good luck will follow
but suck and spit
and luck will split.

 

3.

Come on her tummy
and she’ll be a mummy;
come in her hair
her child will be fair;
come on her face
her child will have grace
come on her arm
her child will have charm
come on her breasts
her child will be blessed;
come on her legs
and shell never beg
come on her back
and shell never lack.

 

 

Just like the flame that flickers
upon a white candlestick
are the gentle tongues of lickers
as they dance upon my dick
and like the tears of candle wax,
are my tears of semen, white
oh,but when their tongues tickle my sacks,
now that is dynamite.