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Thoughts in a Supermarket Queue
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes – blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! … so close, those narrow hips.
You, with the firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace.
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor – then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream …
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes – blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! … so close, those narrow hips.
You, with the firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace.
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor – then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream …
That is fantastic hun! loved reading it xx
For a special person...
22nd Aug 2008 - 7:04pm
To my friend... you know who you are 
Your smile
Your eyes
Your lips
Your thighs
You grin
You sin
What a mess you get me in!
A longer one to follow later.... promise x
Your smile
Your eyes
Your lips
Your thighs
You grin
You sin
What a mess you get me in!
A longer one to follow later.... promise x
Miss K ... sometimes short is just right! 
this is a poem i wrote for a dear friend we lost a year ago this week i found it recently on the forums and felt it fitting to put on here so it doen't disappear into the black hole of posts
Delicious Debb a shining star a real true pal
my oh my what a super sexy gorgeous gal
how to describe what a smashing friend
she was to us right till the end
always there with an ear to borrow
a knack of making laughs outta sorrow
when life had its way of getting you down
you could rely on our Debb to play the clown
her antics would go on and never end
till the sides of your mouth would upward bend
if we had a pound for every smile
we could travel a many mile
our hearts do break to know she is gone
tears topple out and faces long
but friends please take comfort and hear me now
Debb would not want us to have furrowed brow
she is up there now watching us all
next to st peter having a ball
shes been given her halo and beautifull wings
a soft fully cloudand a bell she rings
so whenever u hear a bell make a tinkle
smile so much it makes your eyes crinkle
cause Debb is close by and letting u know
she is thinkin of u still and loves u so
especially that guy that made her so happy
the one we call Del a smashing chappy
the confidence he gave her was immense
the love they shared wonderfully intense
lets not forget Simon of who she was incredibly proud
her beautifull son whos praises she sung loud
in him her love will live on and on
his memories i hope will help him stay strong
so Delicious Debb our wonderfull friend
my poem now is drawing to an end
i thank you fondly for being our smashing pal
you exceptionally wonderfull gorgeous gal
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
Delicious Debb a shining star a real true pal
my oh my what a super sexy gorgeous gal
how to describe what a smashing friend
she was to us right till the end
always there with an ear to borrow
a knack of making laughs outta sorrow
when life had its way of getting you down
you could rely on our Debb to play the clown
her antics would go on and never end
till the sides of your mouth would upward bend
if we had a pound for every smile
we could travel a many mile
our hearts do break to know she is gone
tears topple out and faces long
but friends please take comfort and hear me now
Debb would not want us to have furrowed brow
she is up there now watching us all
next to st peter having a ball
shes been given her halo and beautifull wings
a soft fully cloudand a bell she rings
so whenever u hear a bell make a tinkle
smile so much it makes your eyes crinkle
cause Debb is close by and letting u know
she is thinkin of u still and loves u so
especially that guy that made her so happy
the one we call Del a smashing chappy
the confidence he gave her was immense
the love they shared wonderfully intense
lets not forget Simon of who she was incredibly proud
her beautifull son whos praises she sung loud
in him her love will live on and on
his memories i hope will help him stay strong
so Delicious Debb our wonderfull friend
my poem now is drawing to an end
i thank you fondly for being our smashing pal
you exceptionally wonderfull gorgeous gal
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
bouncy332 wrote:
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
Some of the most meaningful and moving poems are those written from the heart xx
You are so right ... this is beautiful x
Sugar-n-pom wrote:
Some of the most meaningful and moving poems are those written from the heart xx
bouncy332 wrote:
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
i know its not a scratch on most on this post but was written with love for a dear friend
Some of the most meaningful and moving poems are those written from the heart xx
Any additions welcome!
The moon shone down on the village green,
it shone on little nell
was she pumping water?
was she fucking hell!
She was waiting for her lover
a dirty stinking bugger
he wasn't fit to shovel shit
from one cart to another
and I forgot the other 27 verses.
And....
Twas on the good ship venus,
by god you should have seen us
the figurehead was a nude in bed
sucking a big black penis
the cooks name was Carter
known as a brilliant farter
when the wind stopped blowing, the ship stopped going
so they called for carter to start her
more please!
The moon shone down on the village green,
it shone on little nell
was she pumping water?
was she fucking hell!
She was waiting for her lover
a dirty stinking bugger
he wasn't fit to shovel shit
from one cart to another
and I forgot the other 27 verses.
And....
Twas on the good ship venus,
by god you should have seen us
the figurehead was a nude in bed
sucking a big black penis
the cooks name was Carter
known as a brilliant farter
when the wind stopped blowing, the ship stopped going
so they called for carter to start her
more please!
Shamelessly taken from somewhere on the interweb
Frigging in the Rigging
'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us--
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a throbbing penis.
Chorus:
Frigging in the rigging, frigging in the rigging,
Frigging in the rigging, there was fuck-all else to do.
The captain of that lugger,
He was a dirty bugger.
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another.
The bosun's name was Carter,
A very musical farter.
He could fart anything from "God Save the King"
To Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."
The captain's name was Morgan;
By Christ he was a gorgon,
And every day sweet tunes he'd play
On his reproductive organ.
The captain's wife was Charlotte;
She was a natural harlot.
All through the night her thighs shone white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The cook's name was O'Malley;
He didn't dilly-dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
It whitewashed half the galley.
The first mate's name was Andy;
By Christ he had a dandy,
'Til they crushed his cock with broken rock
For coming in the brandy.
The captain's daughter Mabel,
Lay on the wardroom table,
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
The captain's other daughter
Fell in the deep sea water.
Delighted squeals revealed the eels
Had found her sexual quarter.
The engineer was Cooper;
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor.
The coxswain's name was Hopper;
By Christ he had a whopper--
Twice 'round the deck, once 'round his neck,
Then up his ass for a stopper.
Able seaman winch
never did she flinch
Bending over a great big gun
made entry such a cinch
(hope you don't mind the addition WW nola gave me the idea to add it and yes it does seem fitting)
The ship's dog's name was Rover;
The whole crew turned him over.
They ground and ground that faithful hound
From Shanghai back to Dover.
The ship's cat's name was Kitty;
Her hole was black and shitty.
But shit or not, she had a twat,
And the Captain knew no pity.
'Twas in the Adriatic,
Where the water's almost static,
That the rise and fall of ass and ball
Was almost automatic.
On the trip to Buenos Aires,
We buggered all the fairies.
We got the syph at Tenerife,
And the clap in the Canaries.
[color=darkred]
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk[/color]
Last edited by on 16th Nov 2008 - 7:22pm; edited 3 times in total
Frigging in the Rigging
'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us--
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a throbbing penis.
Chorus:
Frigging in the rigging, frigging in the rigging,
Frigging in the rigging, there was fuck-all else to do.
The captain of that lugger,
He was a dirty bugger.
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another.
The bosun's name was Carter,
A very musical farter.
He could fart anything from "God Save the King"
To Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."
The captain's name was Morgan;
By Christ he was a gorgon,
And every day sweet tunes he'd play
On his reproductive organ.
The captain's wife was Charlotte;
She was a natural harlot.
All through the night her thighs shone white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The cook's name was O'Malley;
He didn't dilly-dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
It whitewashed half the galley.
The first mate's name was Andy;
By Christ he had a dandy,
'Til they crushed his cock with broken rock
For coming in the brandy.
The captain's daughter Mabel,
Lay on the wardroom table,
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
The captain's other daughter
Fell in the deep sea water.
Delighted squeals revealed the eels
Had found her sexual quarter.
The engineer was Cooper;
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor.
The coxswain's name was Hopper;
By Christ he had a whopper--
Twice 'round the deck, once 'round his neck,
Then up his ass for a stopper.
Able seaman winch
never did she flinch
Bending over a great big gun
made entry such a cinch
(hope you don't mind the addition WW nola gave me the idea to add it and yes it does seem fitting)
The ship's dog's name was Rover;
The whole crew turned him over.
They ground and ground that faithful hound
From Shanghai back to Dover.
The ship's cat's name was Kitty;
Her hole was black and shitty.
But shit or not, she had a twat,
And the Captain knew no pity.
'Twas in the Adriatic,
Where the water's almost static,
That the rise and fall of ass and ball
Was almost automatic.
On the trip to Buenos Aires,
We buggered all the fairies.
We got the syph at Tenerife,
And the clap in the Canaries.
[color=darkred]
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk[/color]
Last edited by on 16th Nov 2008 - 7:22pm; edited 3 times in total
Lost wrote:
Shamelessly taken from somewhere on the interweb
Frigging in the Rigging
'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us--
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a throbbing penis.
Chorus:
Frigging in the rigging, frigging in the rigging,
Frigging in the rigging, there was fuck-all else to do.
The captain of that lugger,
He was a dirty bugger.
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another.
The bosun's name was Carter,
A very musical farter.
He could fart anything from "God Save the King"
To Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."
The captain's name was Morgan;
By Christ he was a gorgon,
And every day sweet tunes he'd play
On his reproductive organ.
The captain's wife was Charlotte;
She was a natural harlot.
All through the night her thighs shone white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The cook's name was O'Malley;
He didn't dilly-dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
It whitewashed half the galley.
The first mate's name was Andy;
By Christ he had a dandy,
'Til they crushed his cock with broken rock
For coming in the brandy.
The captain's daughter Mabel,
Lay on the wardroom table,
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
The captain's other daughter
Fell in the deep sea water.
Delighted squeals revealed the eels
Had found her sexual quarter.
The engineer was Cooper;
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor.
The coxswain's name was Hopper;
By Christ he had a whopper--
Twice 'round the deck, once 'round his neck,
Then up his ass for a stopper.
The ship's dog's name was Rover;
The whole crew turned him over.
They ground and ground that faithful hound
From Shanghai back to Dover.
The ship's cat's name was Kitty;
Her hole was black and shitty.
But shit or not, she had a twat,
And the Captain knew no pity.
'Twas in the Adriatic,
Where the water's almost static,
That the rise and fall of ass and ball
Was almost automatic.
On the trip to Buenos Aires,
We buggered all the fairies.
We got the syph at Tenerife,
And the clap in the Canaries.
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk
Shamelessly taken from somewhere on the interweb
Frigging in the Rigging
'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us--
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a throbbing penis.
Chorus:
Frigging in the rigging, frigging in the rigging,
Frigging in the rigging, there was fuck-all else to do.
The captain of that lugger,
He was a dirty bugger.
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another.
The bosun's name was Carter,
A very musical farter.
He could fart anything from "God Save the King"
To Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."
The captain's name was Morgan;
By Christ he was a gorgon,
And every day sweet tunes he'd play
On his reproductive organ.
The captain's wife was Charlotte;
She was a natural harlot.
All through the night her thighs shone white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The cook's name was O'Malley;
He didn't dilly-dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
It whitewashed half the galley.
The first mate's name was Andy;
By Christ he had a dandy,
'Til they crushed his cock with broken rock
For coming in the brandy.
The captain's daughter Mabel,
Lay on the wardroom table,
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
The captain's other daughter
Fell in the deep sea water.
Delighted squeals revealed the eels
Had found her sexual quarter.
The engineer was Cooper;
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor.
The coxswain's name was Hopper;
By Christ he had a whopper--
Twice 'round the deck, once 'round his neck,
Then up his ass for a stopper.
The ship's dog's name was Rover;
The whole crew turned him over.
They ground and ground that faithful hound
From Shanghai back to Dover.
The ship's cat's name was Kitty;
Her hole was black and shitty.
But shit or not, she had a twat,
And the Captain knew no pity.
'Twas in the Adriatic,
Where the water's almost static,
That the rise and fall of ass and ball
Was almost automatic.
On the trip to Buenos Aires,
We buggered all the fairies.
We got the syph at Tenerife,
And the clap in the Canaries.
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk
And Lost, I'm hijacking... Great stuff this - and kinda makes me smile a little and think of the Winchy one!
and 
Middle of the face you lie,
Not really thought of by and by,
Yet sworn at if red and sore
Or making a loud snore
Oh little nose so strange so odd
all alone on your tod,
How do you feel good or bad?
being one does it make you sad
I would like to give you praise
For adding smell to my days
For giving me the powers
to breath and sniff 24 hours.
So when I fail to realise
you sitting below my eyes
fill me with a need to sneeze
Drive me nuts you little tease
Not really thought of by and by,
Yet sworn at if red and sore
Or making a loud snore
Oh little nose so strange so odd
all alone on your tod,
How do you feel good or bad?
being one does it make you sad
I would like to give you praise
For adding smell to my days
For giving me the powers
to breath and sniff 24 hours.
So when I fail to realise
you sitting below my eyes
fill me with a need to sneeze
Drive me nuts you little tease
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rainbow..way up
high....
Another day gone by
another life i let slip by
another man i turned down tonight
another chance to love pushed aside...
another look at what could be..
another look at me to see..
just how scared i am to be
another girl whos loved by thee..
why cant i just say yes
why do i have to always jest
why do i walk away or run..
why dont i give in an have fun?
fuck it fuck it all.
another life i let slip by
another man i turned down tonight
another chance to love pushed aside...
another look at what could be..
another look at me to see..
just how scared i am to be
another girl whos loved by thee..
why cant i just say yes
why do i have to always jest
why do i walk away or run..
why dont i give in an have fun?
fuck it fuck it all.
my little willy likes attention
Far too much to really mention
At the start of every morning
He's awake before i'm yawning.
In my hands I must him take
Then five minutes, pull and shake
If any longer it will take
I'll stop or else kids will wake
then its shouting and balling too
To get rid of em til i'm through.
They must really wonder why
If the door opens I roll over, gone all shy.
Oh tell me please im not on my own
And other people suffer in their home
kids are there to stop and thank
For the ruin of almost every AM wa*K
Far too much to really mention
At the start of every morning
He's awake before i'm yawning.
In my hands I must him take
Then five minutes, pull and shake
If any longer it will take
I'll stop or else kids will wake
then its shouting and balling too
To get rid of em til i'm through.
They must really wonder why
If the door opens I roll over, gone all shy.
Oh tell me please im not on my own
And other people suffer in their home
kids are there to stop and thank
For the ruin of almost every AM wa*K
More than a year ago
You came into my life
And tore it apart
I picked myself up, survived
But i will never forget.
You came into my life
And tore it apart
I picked myself up, survived
But i will never forget.
