Star – From Starlet, to Harlot, to Sizzling MILF (013)

Table of Content:

• [013.1] Starlet
• [013.2] Time
• [013.3] Esmara IV
• [013.4] MILF
• [013.5] Esmara V
• [013.6] Suffering

I. Star / Starlet (013.1)

Starlet

You’re a youthful starlet on Youtube,
You stretch yourself for all to see.
Your body in skintight outfits,
in an attempt to attract more fee.

You move between mobile cameras.
A thumb, a swipe, lewd shots.
The scenery of your binary body,
always imagines you having the hots.

You’re a teenage doll scarred within,
but the world sees only your but.
You long for your parents affection,
but all they hand you is your cut.

Mako The Poet

II. Star / Time (013.2)

Time

I was 12, then 40, then 70.
Life really felt like that.
I sat down for a little poo,
all was gone by the time I shat.

Mako The Poet

III. Star / Esmara IV (013.3)

Esmara IV

We’ve climbed a pinnacle’s edge,
my bum on a brittled beach.
You seduce this long banana,
while I peal this orange peach.

I dislike being in the sun,
my body fumigates red.
Remember the silent tears,
a sun burnt boy ones shed.

My stomach gleems nicely though,
you rubbed on solar protection.
Quickly shift the sandy towel,
in order to hide my affection.

I cannot believe how graceful,
your skin ornaments your body.
I feel a Millwall supporter,
who drank himself fat and shoddy.

Around us the beach awakens.
The old, the fat, the young.
I admire the ass of this MILF,
a young boy yells he’s stung.

A beachbum tends to his wailing,
Russian drunks nearby nearly drown.
“Senor,” I point to the frantic East,
bolts a bandit fleeing tar and town

“Esmara would like some ice-cream.”
Her order, a sweetly packaged request.
A ripping fart as I rise from the sand,
the unexpected ones are always best.

One cone and one cup of goodness,
the misses feels free to choose.
Melting dairy on her cherry lips,
turns her beauty into breaking news.

Esmara licks her ice-cream,
the way a priest chants his blessing.
Once you’re under her spell,
there can be no second guessing.

I dabble my tows in the ocean,
but my feet are barely under.
Most people worship the Sun,
I welcome rain and thunder.

Mako The Poet

IV. Star / MILF (013.4)

MILF

I observe this charming brunette,
whose skirt has a neat clean fold.
She holds the hand of her husband,
sexual prowess hidden or on hold.

I remember her body at twenty,
an ass as fine as they come.
The first time I saw her naked,
her beauty left me feeling numb.

‘Do you have a condom?” she whispered.
When I was readily fully erect.
Barely contained I shook my head,
then she kicked me out of her bed.

I always wondered afterwards.
Had she not rejected my plight.
Angrily sped for my shoddy flat,
only to end up in a terrible fight.

Stabbed twice along the way,
nearly lost a lung and eye.
I smile at this gracious lady,
nod politely as she walks by.

Mako The Poet

V. Star / Esmara V (013.5)

Esmara V

You’re a dark feminine woman,
with a beautiful classical face.
The length of your body daunting,
you exude this fiery grace.

Your black hair askew in the middle,
flows and dances at shoulder length.
Your long legs round and firm,
express a remarkable inner strength.

Your symetrical boobs relaxing,
My fingers caress your face.
You murmer this funny expression…
“Casa Esmara está muy bueno place!“

Mako The Poet

VI. Star / Suffering (013.6)

Suffering

If suffering were a form of affection,
I’d feel loved like Helen of Troy.
Luckily I’m as brave as Achilles,
who liked to fight out of sheer joy.

Hector denounces my courage,
Fellowmen mock my ancient beard.
Defend myself in straight combat,
so what if I’m a little weird.

Poetry is my Achilles’ heel.
I sense deeper than others do.
Helen dances naked in front of me.
Sure… I wanna be more like you.

Mako The Poet

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