- Home Oral Pleasure  
By: Hubert Wilson

Being in a heated rush.
Ready to endure the humid crush.
Unashamed to gush.
She was thought by some worse than a lush.
Her mother would blush!

Yearning for the erotic tasty flush.
Opening the big package like an eager thrush.
Undulating in her private bath so plush.
Rendered so quickly to utter mush!

Thrilled to vocal heights she could not hush.
Experiencing rapid moves like a spring bulrush.
Excited pleasure screams she could not hush.
Titillating even her tush.
Her new hypersonic automatic toothbrush!

About this poem:
For all mothers and their incessant hygiene instructions.

Copyright © 2010 by Hubert Wilson & ilovepoetry.com

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