Moonlight Wench

Add a Challenge Submission:Good luck! (40 points) This challange required the use of descriptive terms "moonlight serenade", ect., and emotions sush as "unbridled passion", ect. I don't know that it was supposed to be erotic but that's what the required words elicited from me. © 02/18, 20/2002 Dennis L. Pickering Her hair glistened in the moonlight You could tell that she was uptight With just her unbridled passion Lust yes, was of her own fashion The moonlight serenade she gave In her exotic underwear Left chaotic illusions there Although you were asked to beware The hateful love she had for you Was lost in mourning in the dew Where all the spotted elephants Danced in their ballerina shoes. She spoke to you in loud whispers And did shed no sensual tears For unshapely contortionists Or short people in tall clothing That moonlight wench is quite a trip Wantonly desires you to rip Clothing from her most eager hip And nail that cunt with your hard whip That cunt of hers does drip the juice That makes her always slick and loose Just welcoming this thick hard cock That makes her want to rock and sock Which she does most adoringly Upon your cock so whoringly With all of her intensity She adores the immensity Of your cock that rises for her You do copulate like the bur. And let her fuck you with fervor Eagerly welcome your hard spur. There is no greedy revulsion Cumming from the slow expulsion. Ejaculation she does crave. Exuberantly she does rave. About the fuck you gave that wench That wench said, “Please give me your wrench.” Just “take” me on that lone park bench And let me satisfy this grench The green grench that you signify Is what she wants to make her fly Into the world of ecstasy That she awaits expectantly ’Cause you desire to get within That cunt of hers ’cause she drank gin Which indicates she wants your grin That you acquire when her you win. Consummation she gladly craves About coupling she often raves. And only for you she behaves As though you were a bunch of Braves. Singing the moonlight serenade Getting within that girls parade. The fuck is unlike a charade ’Cause she’s the real person you’ve laid. And isn’t it so nice to soak That cock of yours because she’s broke. Just wanting each and every stroke You deliver when her you poke. Excitedly with your hard shaft “Please ram it in, I am the raft, I am the most impatient craft You’ll ever find within this draft.“ It now must be time to conclude This little verse you can exude. Inflict upon your readership Hope won’t cause them to bite their lip. FINIS Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 03:40 AM PST, Dennis Pickering   0 • 16