My first blog "Oh My Gog!"

I'm putting this here as a sample of the erotic poetry in the book that an anonomous friend (Paul) and I have collaborated on. I've finished the final edit, but as poetry can be hard to publish I think I may wait till my erotic romance novel is completed and published before I continue to break into the poetry market.

I decided to actually remove the following poems from our book as I did not want to step on anyone elses toes by publishing it. Our book is a collection of poems that either he or I would write the first rendition and then the other would compliment it by completing it. It was great fun creating them all. We decided to write this piece when a telephone conversation betrayed my passion for the TV show Grey's Anatomy. Enjoy!

"Paul" wrote.

Getting A Second Opinion.

She needed a specialist deeply, madly,
truly good to go all the way to Tipperary of the hat,
for what ails Ally.

Her curse worth the disease of men,
who never please other them themselves,
elves with dwarf cocks, mocking her silk stockings,
putting her out in the stocks for shock,
and aw shucks, fuck therapy.

She made an appointment, for ointment for her ornament,
or treatment for her,
lick-trickery tock the mouth ran up the cock cleaning clock,
she sat on the examination table of elements,
of surprise birthday present and accounted,

for square meals a day.

In came Dr. McSteamy to open her clam baking like a kiln,
inquiring minds want to know,
"What seems to be the problem Ms. R?"

Eyes fluttering like the butterflies in her tummy sighing,
she replied playing-doctor-fully,
"I think I'm suffering from a bad case of nymphomania."

"That's terrible, I feel for you," he answered,
"What makes you think you're a nympho?"

"Well Dr. McSteamy for starters I've only just met you,
but I want to suck your cock. What's up doc?"

"I'm going to exam you head to camel-toe,
thoroughly inside and outside,
and backside, out of your dirty mind on your blind G spot on."

Ms. R unbottoned her blouse squirming,
her beating bottom silver dollar, slowly revealing her breasts,
then she let the blouse fall from her shoulders,
like the scales from a Christian's eyes.

Her hard nipples begging for attention,
the zipper of her pants dropped like a stone,
and she wriggled out of them like a piece of,
Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum from its package.

She lay on the table for Dr. Mcsteamy,
to get to the root of the problem,
first testing, teasing, tasting her reflexes,
he twirled her nipples betwixt thumb and index,
dialing her knobs to get the right station in life,
he gave her a thorough breasts exam,
topping them off with deep suction.

His hands all over her like an army of horny peeping tomcat ants,
playing tic-tac-toe on her quivering belly with his tongue,
lower, he opened her up blooming rose, dewy in the morning.

She bit her lip as he parted her rosy lips,
to tip his tongue's hat trick on her slick,
starwberry shortcake, aching for baking,
making all get out of go to town down under the thunder.

She grabbed his head on,
held him closer then a G string her along ,
when he hit her right on the G spot,
grinding her pussy in his face like a watermill.

The good doctor didn't need to ask for directions,
to get down and around Ms. R's astounding downtown,
his fingers and tongue by turns hard as rock, soft as velvet,
unfolding her folds like origami, orgistic, organic orgasms.

Finished licking her lips, he raise his head licking his lips,
blood shot eyes, wet behind the ears, smiled and said,
"I'm going to page Dr. McDreamy we need a second opinion."

As quick as greased lightning Dr. McDreamy entered the room,
to see Ms. R spread out on the table,
ready willing and able, like an all-you-can eat buffet.

Reaching for his zipper Dr. McDreamy groaned,
"Now say ahhhhh!"

"Ally" replied.

She ahhed and oooed at what she sawed,
He pulled out the stirrups and placed her afoot,
Spreading her legs, she said "there is a Gawd,"
the hard thing betwixed his legs felt so gewt.

As McSteamy was stymied at her hot kiss,
McDreamy was drugged with her hot wet spot,
Ms. R was in sweet miz-R-E, and stretched in bliss,
excited at the idea of having both and being caught.

"I still wanna suck your cock Mc.Steamy what do you say?"
He raised an eyebrow, stood-on-a-stool, and served her pronto,
While Mc.Dreamy was still thrusting, pumping away,
both amused, they were both her side kick, like ‘Tonto.’

They both came at the same time in one shot,
She was filled with creamy Mc.Dreamy, Mc.Steamy,
both spilling them selves over, but each in a separate pot,
while high pitch noises squeaked out of her so screamy.

"We both concur that all here seems just fine,"
"Whom ever said you were a Nympho was dumb"
"Your body was responsive to our tasting of your wine"
"your body was a very healthy receptacle for both our cum"

"You are cured...please cum again!!!"

"Oh please may I?"