Kebab Chips Drink Nick Armbrister poems

Kebab Chips Drink

Nick Armbrister

This new adult erotic poetry collection features new work. It covers sex, fantasies and things related to bedroom matters. From rude Spam emails to dark desires, it is all here. If you want to read something different, this ebook is it. The work is adult in nature and erotic. Over 18 only. There is action aplenty here from cyber sex to a randy milkman who calls round when the panties are on the line to a zumba student who got more than lessons. Does size matter? Read on to find out...

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From a Story…

I see the flirt girl sat there

Right next to me

I know she wants me

From her body language

And from when she says it:

I feel so horny

I go over the facts

Her body gave birth to four

Tho her figure is still slim

And her legs are great

Going to her ears, almost

Those cut down jeans

Tightly hug her thighs

And her smile lights up

Her face like the sky

Like the moon in the dark

This lady who is a flirt

The worst or best type of girl

Acting half her years

Like she is her own daughter

Half her age 48, 24

Oh what could be if I said yes!

But I don’t for I do not want her

In my mind but my body does

If she was fifteen years younger

And had two not four

And understood me

Not misunderstand me

Oh what could be…

Riding he like a bike

Fucking me till dawn

Sucking me dry

And a hundred other things

Never to be

Except in this poem

Illusional Fish 1

I do not care what colour you are

I do not care what size you are

I do not care what hair tint you have

I do not care what shoe size you are

I do not care what job you do

I do not care what car you drive

I do not care what sports you like

I do not care what tax you pay

I do not care what neighbours you have

I do not care what jacket you wear

I do not care what your dress sense is

I do not care what breakfast you ate

I do not care what brand of coffee you like

I do not care what your friends say

I do not care what your husband does

Illusional Fish 2

All I care about is you babe

You by my side in my bed

Or on top of me or under me

Or in any other positions

All wet and moist in the shower

Jumping off the wardrobe

On your kitchen table at dinner time

What matters is you and me

Naked together like innocents

Getting it on like spies

Making noise like a rock gig

And violent like a bulldozer

Together in our birthday suits

With no damn cares at all

This is how I care for you

Like you do for me…

Pompous Man Purple Tool

The wife’s husband said, ‘Fuck you!’

It was directed at his love rival

A man who was so superior

In every single way and the wife knew

This is why dear darling wifey did it

Had the affair with the better man

He was more intelligent

Had a better job

Was twice as handsome

Drove a Porsche

Had a six pack

And was a decade younger

And another major advantage

He had a huge purple cock

So fucking huge it made the wife scream

It was almost like she was dying

Being murdered by a night stalker

But the real night stalker was the cock

And it was attached to the better man

And was right now inside lesser man’s wife

Pumping thrusting venting disgorging creating

Creating something that could not, would not,

Ever be forgotten by the legal husband

He wanted to kill the superior model

But that wasn’t possible because he was stuck

Super glued to a chair and made to observe

Watch his wife get utterly fucking ruined

By the huge purple meat stick with a red tip

Fourteen inches long and totally bald

Giving it to her all day and night and forever

For two people it was paradise

For one it wasn’t…

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