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Dick Fitzwell

The Immortal

By JosephGrindPublished 4 years ago 3 min read
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"Dick Fitzwell"

The second act begins,

9 chimes of a bell,

with a young handsome gentleman named "Richard Fitzwell".

Quiet, and refined, which was strange in a sort, cause the women all knew he was called "Dick", for short.

For hundreds of years he's travelled the earth, still searching for "her",

to give his life worth.

A vampiric master of sexual skill that would homicide pussy, in need of a thrill.

Now he's in England to canvas the street

aking love, and then feeding on girls he would meet.

Sex in the alley's become his routine. Enforcing his law, while his sessions convene.

A woman walking home in her tight fitted dress, spotted Dick in the alley, and went to assess.

A rumor's been swirling of a man in the night that will satisfy women with "vaginal plight". His lovemaking skills both astute, and contrite giving maximum pleasure just costs a small bite.

A muscular frame with a thickness that's ample, cutting to the chase, I'll provide an example.

The setting that night had a thick English mist.

Catching eyes in the alley, caressing, they kissed.

An arm round the waist, his hand up her skirt, explosions of passion had caused her to, flirt?

Overcum with desire, she drops to the street, her midsection pulsing, she strokes on his meat.

It's warm while she strokes it from north, to south.

Her lips on the tip, it slides in her mouth.

Her hand rubs his balls, he's frozen, and tingling. Aroused by the touch, of their intimate mingling.

She's orally gifted.

Her technique's sublime. You'd think she's a "pro", but it's just her first time.

Relying on instinct,

no longer afraid,

she's really a princess,

disguised as a maid.

Raised in the court to be humble and chaste, she thinks life is short, and there's no time to waste".

If she's gotta go,

she'll go out with a bang.

She's found her a stud, and assumed he could hang.

Dick for his part did the best that he could,

but years of frustration requires much wood.

To be the next Queen,

her mother was sick, while she romped in the alley cavorting with Dick.

While sucking his member, she swallows his load, with the strength of ten men threw his ass in the road.

She gave a few licks, an encouraging smack, placed firm in her pussy, he arches his back.

Her hands on his chest, while she's grinding about. Her motives are clear she's committed, devout. In hundreds of year's fuckin pussy no doubt, she's the one he's been missing. She's turning him out!

Depositing loads, it slides out her well, she slips it back in, and demands that he swell.

He musters the strength. The best that he can. He feels like a bitch, while she feels like the man.

A strange sensation.

She pulsates her hip. A massive explosion. She loosens her grip.

A tragedy.

To think that he's finally found "the one". It's just too bad, she never came before the sun.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

JosephGrind

I 've been writing since I was 15

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