So Okay, I got the bug, They say every one has one good book in them,
well with me it's a few bad poems, so earwigo:
That dark honied blonde cascade,
Eyes, the rainbow never acheived that blue,
Soft lips that teased and brushed in so fine a way,
Breath that over my body danced,
Pink tounged to seek the salty nectar-
and draw it with such expert ease,
Those sand humocked breasts soft yet firm,
Tipped with uncontrolled delight,
The waste so narrow,
The curve of hip,
Damp pink enfolding the depths,
Where I've spent a lifetime or three,
That forbidden tight place, but not to me,
Those legs, those arms,
Hands that only moved for pleasure,
Fingers that probed for my hidden spot,
The feeling that would make you cry,
Spent exhausted from your pleasure,
Shall we again? just one more time,
Oh yes, and more, never ending,
Down with mouth and on with tounge,
Try again and ever onward feel her straining,
Push and grip me against that dampness,
Soft again, till the next time............soon.
Sorry if it's a bit near the knuckle but it beats there was an old
man from Cleckheaton... Now if the moderator is Lucky, I'm Lucky
and the electrics work this will end up in Poets Corner, however
if it ends up in the ads for clothing... to quote Bart Simpson I did'nt
do it.
Thinks- I might try one for Bikers next, have to work that one up from
a gem of an Idea,
How about a munchy for Poets we could all sit around in baggy
jumpers drinking mild and getting depressed, Not a good Idea,
however if you fancy a competition for the best Champagne Cocktail
I'm up for that.
Right I'm off home for my Tea, Catch you Later.
