A fucking symphony
A fucking symphony is what I’ve decided to call this poem. It’s another poem where I delve into the depths of the desire for incest which many of us have. Through vivid imagery and provocative language, I paint a mental picture of the urges that drive me to fuck my son, regardless of societal norms or moral boundaries. Starting with how my son sucking on my breasts arouse me and make me crave his cock in me.
With each line of “A Fucking Symphony”, I share my experience. From the first caress, to the teasing touch, I bring the reader into my world of ecstasy. This one is less about how we fit perfectly together and more about how gentle foreplay can send the body into overdrive, craving more. How when that craving is satisfied, there are no more words, just unbridled passion. Like music that carries away the soul, a fucking symphony of incestuous sex.
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In a realm of tantalizing delight,
I find myself in pure ecstasy tonight,
My adult son’s hands, oh so deft,
Never more shall my lusts be bereft.
My breasts, the focus of his desire,
Become the canvas for his capricious fire.
He cups them gently, his fingers dancing,
Around my nipples, tantalizing prancing,
My mind races, my heart pounds,
As he licks and sucks, my body resounds.
I fucking love it when he takes control,
Guiding my hips, we merge as one whole,
His cock inside me, thrusting deep,
My swollen bosom prepared to weep.
Oh, the pleasure! Oh, the delight!
This fucking union, both wrong and right,
We’re fucking wild, we’re fucking free,
Our passion a fucking symphony.
