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I wrote this poem ages ago.
Guess what the gift is before the end of the poem, let me know your thoughts

I gave you a gift and the gift was worth giving.
No greater gift could be sent to the living.
You held open your hand and grasped my gift gently
And slowly caressed the end to your entry.
You wanted it now so took me upstairs
To show me a good time with no earthly cares.
“I want my tool up and down” I replied
“No, side to side” as you opened up wide.
And swallowed my tool in the heat of your lips
And pushed in and out and wiggled the tip.
You pushed side to side as your face held a grin.
As creamy goodness flowed over your chin
You pulled out my tool and swallowed it down.
“Spit! Don’t swallow!” I said with a frown.
You wiped your chin and huskily hissed.
“I love you my honey, now give me a kiss”
You kissed me so deeply as I, became we
The minty taste of toothpaste, your gift to me

Indigenous

Haha, That's great!

egorey

You wrote that?? I ask, because I could swear I have seen it before. Did you have it published somewhere?