I just joined a fraternity last Sunday, and my outlook on the opposite gender changed. Drastically. This is for all the significant others who love flowers, but especially those who love orchids. Enjoy. P.S. This poem is for mature audiences only. Please make a note of it.
Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 16:
Delirious? Part 2 (Bombora Beach)
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"So this is the beach," said my guardian angel
As he paced the sands like a specter
Unwilling to shake a blind eye
Late into the night
And here I was, guiding him
Through Bombora Beach,
The place in Japan where all the
kogals and ikemen hang out, to drink, buy condoms,
And have pure, uninterrupted sex.
"Such a sunny sight," said the angel, shaking his head
In utter disgust.
"They say," said I,
"If you and your significant other make love uncontrollably,
Not unlike a pedophile,
You can expect to have a dynasty of children
Who will follow how their parents made love,
And they will have children
Who follow their parents,
And so on, and so forth," as my voice was
Trailing off.
"Too much sex on the brain?" the specter
quizzically questioned, quivering like a quashed quack.
"Well, I did join a fraternity," I answered.
At that point, the specter felt a bit uneasy,
Because as my mojo rose, so did his,
And suddenly, the specter shouted,
"I want a kogal to love me, any one!"
He was waving his arms awash, screaming like a girl, and suddenly,
I witnessed, he changed appearance,
Now he was a girl angel, dressed in a bejeweled string bikini, in the flesh, red mesh in her shiny blonde hair, a couple of stars tattooed on her chest, arms decorated with bracelets and orchids, wearing a sailboat pendant charm, a red hibiscus in her hair.
I was stunned, eyes bulging, heart pounding, mojo going over the roof,
Finally, I couldn't help myself, I took off my clothes, undid her top and bottom,
And the two of us began to do it,
She began to moan, and groan, and become wrapped in the erotic pleasures of lust, her wings began to glow even more radiant, and we were both flying into heaven, drugged and enthralled in pleasure…
And suddenly, while I was sticking it in,
Every other couple on the beach began to do it,
They gained their wings, and they flew…
And condoms were thrown all over the place….
There was no use helping it now.
"Ah, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh….oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh! " my angel said, feeling her mojo beginning to go beyond the maximum, it got to burning sensation of fever from my ejaculations, and it burned so bad…
"Burn, oh please burn, burn so it screams for more, oh do it, oh do it, oh do it, burn so that heaven and earth will be one, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, oh, how I need to burn, oh yes, burn, ah yes, burn, go, I'm coming, burn, help me, oh Lord help me, I'm coming, burn, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh how I'm coming, please, please, oh, ahhhhhhhhhhh…."
And after an hour of burning…
Two hours,
Three, four, five, sixseveneightnineten.
She let out a scream of pleasure so loud the birds flew out of the trees…
And then, we passed out,
Sleeping,
My head and hands fondling, cradled, sleeping in her breasts
Her milk on my face, arms, chest, legs, feet,
As if I was her little baby, clinging to its mother, bring fed with femininity,
Condoms and cherry blossoms and orchid petals and dove feathers fell around us,
The two of us, naked, like Adam and Eve
(but without eating that fruit from the Tree of Knowledge…)
Without a care in the world,
Sleeping,
Staying young forever
Like angels.
But we are angels, aren't we?
Which brings me to this assumption…
Intercourse can be such a sunny sight, so sunny that all you can think about
Is heavenly sex on the brain
At Bombora Beach.
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END CHAPTER 16.
Dammit, I shouldn't have joined that fraternity…ah well. Expect more of this, but please don't flame me.
Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 16:
Delirious? Part 2 (Bombora Beach)
***************
"So this is the beach," said my guardian angel
As he paced the sands like a specter
Unwilling to shake a blind eye
Late into the night
And here I was, guiding him
Through Bombora Beach,
The place in Japan where all the
kogals and ikemen hang out, to drink, buy condoms,
And have pure, uninterrupted sex.
"Such a sunny sight," said the angel, shaking his head
In utter disgust.
"They say," said I,
"If you and your significant other make love uncontrollably,
Not unlike a pedophile,
You can expect to have a dynasty of children
Who will follow how their parents made love,
And they will have children
Who follow their parents,
And so on, and so forth," as my voice was
Trailing off.
"Too much sex on the brain?" the specter
quizzically questioned, quivering like a quashed quack.
"Well, I did join a fraternity," I answered.
At that point, the specter felt a bit uneasy,
Because as my mojo rose, so did his,
And suddenly, the specter shouted,
"I want a kogal to love me, any one!"
He was waving his arms awash, screaming like a girl, and suddenly,
I witnessed, he changed appearance,
Now he was a girl angel, dressed in a bejeweled string bikini, in the flesh, red mesh in her shiny blonde hair, a couple of stars tattooed on her chest, arms decorated with bracelets and orchids, wearing a sailboat pendant charm, a red hibiscus in her hair.
I was stunned, eyes bulging, heart pounding, mojo going over the roof,
Finally, I couldn't help myself, I took off my clothes, undid her top and bottom,
And the two of us began to do it,
She began to moan, and groan, and become wrapped in the erotic pleasures of lust, her wings began to glow even more radiant, and we were both flying into heaven, drugged and enthralled in pleasure…
And suddenly, while I was sticking it in,
Every other couple on the beach began to do it,
They gained their wings, and they flew…
And condoms were thrown all over the place….
There was no use helping it now.
"Ah, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh….oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh! " my angel said, feeling her mojo beginning to go beyond the maximum, it got to burning sensation of fever from my ejaculations, and it burned so bad…
"Burn, oh please burn, burn so it screams for more, oh do it, oh do it, oh do it, burn so that heaven and earth will be one, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, oh, how I need to burn, oh yes, burn, ah yes, burn, go, I'm coming, burn, help me, oh Lord help me, I'm coming, burn, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh how I'm coming, please, please, oh, ahhhhhhhhhhh…."
And after an hour of burning…
Two hours,
Three, four, five, sixseveneightnineten.
She let out a scream of pleasure so loud the birds flew out of the trees…
And then, we passed out,
Sleeping,
My head and hands fondling, cradled, sleeping in her breasts
Her milk on my face, arms, chest, legs, feet,
As if I was her little baby, clinging to its mother, bring fed with femininity,
Condoms and cherry blossoms and orchid petals and dove feathers fell around us,
The two of us, naked, like Adam and Eve
(but without eating that fruit from the Tree of Knowledge…)
Without a care in the world,
Sleeping,
Staying young forever
Like angels.
But we are angels, aren't we?
Which brings me to this assumption…
Intercourse can be such a sunny sight, so sunny that all you can think about
Is heavenly sex on the brain
At Bombora Beach.
******************
END CHAPTER 16.
Dammit, I shouldn't have joined that fraternity…ah well. Expect more of this, but please don't flame me.