PORNOSOUNDS by Ramón Paz (Pedro Mairal)
How lovely you looked in that flower dress,
that filled the space of the March night and all the lace
the perfume of your hair and the sound
of the zipper closing when I was barely lowering it a little and you stopped me
and I kept going down with kisses, you breathed
because I opened and opened those dark brown legs
and your smooth thighs, and I pulled away the thong and your secret smile,
depilated Mona Lisa,
opened like the lock with the key
opened all your light and that dress flew through the twilight blooming.
Sleeping with you, dreaming and waking up beside your good eyes. Good morning to your smile at nine cold shadows. Some mates and talking and getting to know each other. Talking about Basho, Buson or Vallejo from your happy childhood with loose dogs. My verbs in the middle of the light, all mixed up. You said you're handsome and the reflection of the whole morning was alive. Trembling in your kitchen and the remera shirt you wear as a nightgown left outside your superlative melon butt. I left through the path so happy. The branches moved with the wind.
Beautiful your moaning the other afternoon
is all I want in this world
that deep pleasure
drives away what's cowardly in me
look at me you used to say, holding
my face to see me and I looked at you
your eyes wide open, I kissed you
and our light was slowly opening up
opening up and your smile, mine
secret words in your ear
and the oceanic depth of your moan
and the westbound traffic went away that day
and today never dawned, your steps aren't here
I had you shining between my arms
Ricardo met a brunette and moved to her ass for life the brunette gave him a welcome and he had new home between cheeks he went to look for his wife yelling at him don't be a guy I want to make myself old here in this ass he answered and stayed they searched for his in-laws and a firefighter his club friends his ex teachers and the guy didn't even show signs of wanting to get down from that rear today he's still settled between the steaks the black woman and him seem very happy
My black of my soul is hot and walking. Many days have passed without us getting together. Why does it become so difficult to see each other? Why do we eclipse ourselves among people? Today I would have given you a good one that you can't imagine all the cock I have for you and it's being postponed and every time I have it more erect. I want to give you a good one like you like it, sucking your victorious tits, telling you many things in my ear while the whole cock enters you just right. I want to see you naked, seeing you alone. I have a truckload of sand in my balls.
Looking at us yesterday in the mirror
of that hotel ceiling, face up
the two of us floating aimlessly
with sunburns and party marks
your body parallel to my body
falling high towards nothing
weightless in sweet turbulence
rising with the hotel's music
how far are we going, love?
where does exhaustion take us?
how does life keep going always new?
what is all this chaos, this wasteland?
escape is vertical, Eve and Adam
they fell upwards and are no longer there
As children of enemy neighbors who play on the side of war, so your timid hand clings to mine in the shadow without witnesses, despite weekly quarrels and unpaid accounts of reproaches, and silence deep in the nights, despite rival spirits. Your body understands my body, making truce knowing its innocence, and mute in secret without violence, they entwine and ally and ignite. What happened, my enemy, never? Bodies simply know more.
What abyss when opened and wet eyes gaze at you with children in their eyes lying on their kisses and red desires multiplied what vertigo the demanding embrace open femurs and the magnet the pure gravity that pushes Adam to the thrilling earth what spell when they lie in ardors and postpone latex and guide you and whisper honey and tantalize with sweet vivid death to their flowers fluorescent sex in mystery fireflies at the bottom of the empire
If I'm the one who gets you hard then clearly I'm your guy if it's the slut that craves this porongo then you're my slut you're my pussy my preferred pussy among the various wet fat happy ones multiple ways of getting rid of them dancing shells agricultural shells studious crazy ones church shell Talmudic ones sour sweet and ludicrous ones tamed and wild ones variety terrifies me but yours is cosmic my black
How lovely you looked in that flower dress,
that filled the space of the March night and all the lace
the perfume of your hair and the sound
of the zipper closing when I was barely lowering it a little and you stopped me
and I kept going down with kisses, you breathed
because I opened and opened those dark brown legs
and your smooth thighs, and I pulled away the thong and your secret smile,
depilated Mona Lisa,
opened like the lock with the key
opened all your light and that dress flew through the twilight blooming.
Sleeping with you, dreaming and waking up beside your good eyes. Good morning to your smile at nine cold shadows. Some mates and talking and getting to know each other. Talking about Basho, Buson or Vallejo from your happy childhood with loose dogs. My verbs in the middle of the light, all mixed up. You said you're handsome and the reflection of the whole morning was alive. Trembling in your kitchen and the remera shirt you wear as a nightgown left outside your superlative melon butt. I left through the path so happy. The branches moved with the wind.
Beautiful your moaning the other afternoon
is all I want in this world
that deep pleasure
drives away what's cowardly in me
look at me you used to say, holding
my face to see me and I looked at you
your eyes wide open, I kissed you
and our light was slowly opening up
opening up and your smile, mine
secret words in your ear
and the oceanic depth of your moan
and the westbound traffic went away that day
and today never dawned, your steps aren't here
I had you shining between my arms
Ricardo met a brunette and moved to her ass for life the brunette gave him a welcome and he had new home between cheeks he went to look for his wife yelling at him don't be a guy I want to make myself old here in this ass he answered and stayed they searched for his in-laws and a firefighter his club friends his ex teachers and the guy didn't even show signs of wanting to get down from that rear today he's still settled between the steaks the black woman and him seem very happy
My black of my soul is hot and walking. Many days have passed without us getting together. Why does it become so difficult to see each other? Why do we eclipse ourselves among people? Today I would have given you a good one that you can't imagine all the cock I have for you and it's being postponed and every time I have it more erect. I want to give you a good one like you like it, sucking your victorious tits, telling you many things in my ear while the whole cock enters you just right. I want to see you naked, seeing you alone. I have a truckload of sand in my balls.
Looking at us yesterday in the mirror
of that hotel ceiling, face up
the two of us floating aimlessly
with sunburns and party marks
your body parallel to my body
falling high towards nothing
weightless in sweet turbulence
rising with the hotel's music
how far are we going, love?
where does exhaustion take us?
how does life keep going always new?
what is all this chaos, this wasteland?
escape is vertical, Eve and Adam
they fell upwards and are no longer there
As children of enemy neighbors who play on the side of war, so your timid hand clings to mine in the shadow without witnesses, despite weekly quarrels and unpaid accounts of reproaches, and silence deep in the nights, despite rival spirits. Your body understands my body, making truce knowing its innocence, and mute in secret without violence, they entwine and ally and ignite. What happened, my enemy, never? Bodies simply know more.
What abyss when opened and wet eyes gaze at you with children in their eyes lying on their kisses and red desires multiplied what vertigo the demanding embrace open femurs and the magnet the pure gravity that pushes Adam to the thrilling earth what spell when they lie in ardors and postpone latex and guide you and whisper honey and tantalize with sweet vivid death to their flowers fluorescent sex in mystery fireflies at the bottom of the empire
If I'm the one who gets you hard then clearly I'm your guy if it's the slut that craves this porongo then you're my slut you're my pussy my preferred pussy among the various wet fat happy ones multiple ways of getting rid of them dancing shells agricultural shells studious crazy ones church shell Talmudic ones sour sweet and ludicrous ones tamed and wild ones variety terrifies me but yours is cosmic my black
9 comentários - Pornosonetos - (Pedro Mairal)
Por cierto, gran post Sr.
+ 10 !
Gracias por compartir.
Dejamos puntos y recomendamos!
y se mudó a su culo de por vida...
jajajajaj algunos son muy graciosos!
Excelente !!!
Sumamente inspirador además.
Gracias por compartir 👍
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