The view of my nipples is so very clear,
You'd think from a glance that there's not a brassiere.
On closer inspection, confirmed by your touch,
You do feel a bra, but it isn't that much.

You're tweaking my tips that are poking up through it,
But Simon, I note, never said you could do it!
Although I'm flattered by all your affections,
It seems you're not willing to follow directions.

Despite all the freedoms you're fearlessly taking,
I sure like these moves that you're currently making.
Your chance to go further has now been approved.
My blouse, Simon says, can be promptly removed.
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My blouse is tossed clear, and you peel down a cup.
You don't have consent as you feel me up.
Simon does say, “Find a bra to unsnap.”
You do so with haste and it drops in my lap.

But note that there's nothing I've said in regard
To tweaking my nipples and sucking them hard!
You need to make sure you can follow an order,
Or I'll have to spank you for crossing the border.

Simon says “You should be working my clit.
A finger or two should be stroking on it.”
Simon then says, as I start getting wet,
“Don't go anywhere.  I'm not through with you yet.”

And, oh, by the way, Simon almost forgot...
Come suck on my nipples with all that you've got!
Though Simon, we note, never said that you could,
We're screwing like wild, and it feels so good.
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Enjoy some more poetry!
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Thanks for peeking under my covers.  You can
spice it up fast with my books or grab your
spouse by the %@#! and sample more poetry!
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This poem is an excerpt from Anne's Erotic Dreams.
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