POEM

[quickman]

A while back during a lazy afternoon by the water with my wife, my mind started to wander as it often does. I started thinking about a poem submitted by Tanya wam called "Quicksand Date". So I started coming up with my own erotic poem and the next day started piecing it together. After a lot of revision & thought I think it's ready

"Your cunt is like quicksand"

Your cunt is like quicksand
So soft and so deep
Your cunt is like quicksand
Like a pit full of peat
Your cunt is like quicksand
Ball deep in your pit
Your cunt is like quicksand
Cocked up hard, fondling your tit
Your cunt is like quicksand
Legs spread wide
Your cunt is like quicksand
Just love it inside
Your cunt is like quicksand
Pulse quickening, breathing fast
Your cunt is like quicksand
Sweating, suffocating
Your cunt is like quicksand
Exhausted & spent

[JSample]

A nice poem, Quickman, thanks. I've always found the imagery of sinking into a woman's "quicksand" to be especially arousing.

[quickman]

Thanks. I long for the days of the playfulness of sex we had in the earlier days of our marriage. We still regularly have sex (usually 5:30 on Saturday lol) but the dirty, friskiness is gone. I remember a few times what she said & did after telling her how she felt like quicksand down there. She wanted me to say it again during foreplay, I guess it was turning her on. So I said, "you mean it feels like your cunt is a swampy quicksand?" she responded, "Oooo...come on in, this is the quickest sand swamp you've ever been in" (her words actually). Another time she straddled me and I could feel her vagina ever so slowly going down my cock, pulling me in. When I was fully in her she said in my ear "there, did that feel like you were being sucked into quicksand?" Of course I came right away.
Now we pretty much do it without much to say at all.

[JSample]

Thanks. I long for the days of the playfulness of sex we had in the earlier days of our marriage. We still regularly have sex (usually 5:30 on Saturday lol) but the dirty, friskiness is gone. I remember a few times what she said & did after telling her how she felt like quicksand down there. She wanted me to say it again during foreplay, I guess it was turning her on. So I said, "you mean it feels like your cunt is a swampy quicksand?" she responded, "Oooo...come on in, this is the quickest sand swamp you've ever been in" (her words actually). Another time she straddled me and I could feel her vagina ever so slowly going down my cock, pulling me in. When I was fully in her she said in my ear "there, did that feel like you were being sucked into quicksand?" Of course I came right away.
Now we pretty much do it without much to say at all.

I'm no marriage counselor (as my wife would quickly affirm ), but given what you described about the "dirty friskiness" of your early years of marriage and her knowledge of your fetish, it occurs to me (as it likely has also occurred to you) that perhaps you could share your poem with her, if you haven't already.

[quickman]

I'll try to work it back in. But it's been a while