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Its Christmas!!!
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Kat - you shit stirring again?
I fell for that last time and look where I ended up!
I already knew Wilma was Telepathetic!:lol:
Christmas is coming
and Fred is getting fat
He's really pushing his luck
with the aid of his mate Kat.
If you can't say something nice
then don't say it at all
I'll not listen to your childish taunts
on deaf ears it all will fall
Now run along and play nicely
it's the sensible thing to do
I'll open you a yorkie
all you have to do is chew
You know we women in the room
Do have the upper hand
So hush your mouth and be very nice
You know the sort of trouble you can land!!!
Love
Wilma
x x x x
He's really pushing his luckGuess that is me off the fence then!
with the aid of his mate Kat.
Christmas is coming
and Wilmas getting shirty
When all we want to do
is play and get all flirty.
When we try and say something nice
You start with all your huffing
Cos you think that all we want
Is a bit of Christmas stuffing
So the sensible thing to do
Is take our yorkies in our hand
And firmly gird our loins
For here, we make our stand.
For the Valkyries are among us
And we must fight how we are able
Cos the only birds for plucking
Are on the Christmas table!!!
Yes the valkyries are among you
and what warriors we are
we choose who shall be slain
And there are two I know thus far
We will don our armour and our swords
And battle until you are spent
Then cast you aside with the yorkie bars
We gave them up for lent!
But alas the yule tide is upon us
And with peace and goodwill to all our men
I'll throw down my arms and surround you
With all good wishes truly meant
So lets make love and not war
We should not be in a hurry
Come and join us over Christmas
We'll have plenty of turkey curry
Fred will be even fatter
and I will be quite replete
You can join Fred in his usual spot
That would be down at my feet!!!
Love
Wilma
X X X X
and what warriors we are
we choose who shall be slain
And there are two I know thus far
We will don our armour and our swords
And battle until you are spent
Then cast you aside with the yorkie bars
We gave them up for lent!
But alas the yule tide is upon us
And with peace and goodwill to all our men
I'll throw down my arms and surround you
With all good wishes truly meant
So lets make love and not war
We should not be in a hurry
Come and join us over Christmas
We'll have plenty of turkey curry
Fred will be even fatter
and I will be quite replete
You can join Fred in his usual spot
That would be down at my feet!!!
Love
Wilma
X X X X
I'm off out for the evening :beer:
And won't be back till early morn
So save your rhymes till later
They are giving me the horn! :twisted:
I love a man who writes poetry :love:
Whatever it may be
Keep your little ode's a cumin
They truly pleasure me
I'll read them on my return
uch:
But I may be worse for wear
So be careful what the content is
NO Sod it!! I Don't Care!!!
Love
Wilma
X X X X
And won't be back till early morn
So save your rhymes till later
They are giving me the horn! :twisted:
I love a man who writes poetry :love:
Whatever it may be
Keep your little ode's a cumin
They truly pleasure me
I'll read them on my return
uch:But I may be worse for wear
So be careful what the content is
NO Sod it!! I Don't Care!!!
Love
Wilma
X X X X
And so we feast upon the fare
Be it turkey hen or cock
And rest ourselves, until the call
To fight at Ragnarok
Replete we sit, there at your feet
Without our trusty Yorks,
Just as far, as we can get,
From the end that talks
We came this far, through battles hard
And horrors left unspoken
To woo you with, honeyed words,
Our love wrapped as a token
So now, we turn our hardened flesh
And stretch our every sinew
To touch the spot, we've sought so long
And release the pleasures in you
For we all know, that all that matters
Is that our christmas crackers
Receive in full, from whence our shaft
The contents of our knackers
Be it turkey hen or cock
And rest ourselves, until the call
To fight at Ragnarok
Replete we sit, there at your feet
Without our trusty Yorks,
Just as far, as we can get,
From the end that talks
We came this far, through battles hard
And horrors left unspoken
To woo you with, honeyed words,
Our love wrapped as a token
So now, we turn our hardened flesh
And stretch our every sinew
To touch the spot, we've sought so long
And release the pleasures in you
For we all know, that all that matters
Is that our christmas crackers
Receive in full, from whence our shaft
The contents of our knackers
Nope!! Just shag and go!
How sad it is this comes to pass
That sex should be over quite so fast
Who would have guessed, not me, not you
That sheer bliss would take the form of shampoo
If this be the way you prefer your pleasure
At least take this, my greatest treasure
Sex is not just reproduction mechanics
Allow me to show you the pleasure of Organics
Orgasminator
happy christmas everyone love us 2 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Orgasminator
thanks kitkat lol so do we they been in short supply this yr hope we have a sack full and hope you have a great time to hope to be up in oxfordshire next yr love jane les xxxx happy christmas
Sex God
:x :x OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!!! 
:banghead: :banghead: Having been used to putting my case in words, I eventually abandoned it all, took up the sabre again and started duelling. Now, no sooner have I donned my shining armour (bloody uncomfortable on frosty mornings, I can tell you - having all that cold metal next to your important bits! :shock: ), than you lot all start using words!!! :x
Right, I shall now put down my sword and pick up my quill. Why am I ALWAYS 90 degrees out of phase with everyone else???
Mmmmmmmm, never a Muse around when you need one is there? Thought required here.
Sex God
Right, sorry, but this was the best I could do in twenty minutes. If I don't pull my socks up I will have to change the avatar!!
All day I sit and stare at screens,
It really is frustrating.
I should be working, but it seems
I keep procrastinating.
Within the Forum there is strife;
Too many little tussles.
Fred even kicked his lovely wife:
I had to flex my muscles.
At last it seems the mood has changed
And words are now in fashion.
Designed, when cunningly arranged,
To best express our passion.
My Muse, alas, is far away.
We cannot yet get nearer.
I can but pray that one fine day
I will be there to cheer her.
But now I know I really ought
Be to my work returning.
Left with just a wicked thought
To keep the fires burning.
So dear readers, spare a thought
For those who are frustrated.
Who are to their full limits brought
By needs unsatiated.
To her beauty I’m in thrall
She really is the tops here.
Perhaps I should abandon all –
And head North West to Shropshire!
All day I sit and stare at screens,
It really is frustrating.
I should be working, but it seems
I keep procrastinating.
Within the Forum there is strife;
Too many little tussles.
Fred even kicked his lovely wife:
I had to flex my muscles.
At last it seems the mood has changed
And words are now in fashion.
Designed, when cunningly arranged,
To best express our passion.
My Muse, alas, is far away.
We cannot yet get nearer.
I can but pray that one fine day
I will be there to cheer her.
But now I know I really ought
Be to my work returning.
Left with just a wicked thought
To keep the fires burning.
So dear readers, spare a thought
For those who are frustrated.
Who are to their full limits brought
By needs unsatiated.
To her beauty I’m in thrall
She really is the tops here.
Perhaps I should abandon all –
And head North West to Shropshire!
too drunk to reply to your delightful rhyme
to respond right now would be such a crime
So I'll bid you goodnight
and see you tomorow
my head will be pounding
I will be in sorrow
For the wine that I drank although fine as it tasted
will in the lavatory be very much wasted
Concern at your words has made me gooey
Did you call on the big white phone, a man called Huey?
It is not the final destination that matters
As long as it does not leave, from the end that splatters.
Ladies, if I had one wish for all
As I open the bottle and deck the hall
It would be that you,
My dear friends so true,
Find between your silken thighs
The one whose rise
You prize o'er jewelled thongs
When Christmas morning dawns.
For the men in our lives
Lovers of we, your women and wives
May you be upstanding
For the most demanding
In whatever weather,
In pouch furred or feathered
Often repeated
And never depleted.
My own personal dream -
To have the supreme
of men, a defender and bard
Who writes when rock hard
Who with a flick of his pen,
Makes a girl cream again
And desire sexy treats
With her Rawson's Retreat
:love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
As I open the bottle and deck the hall
It would be that you,
My dear friends so true,
Find between your silken thighs
The one whose rise
You prize o'er jewelled thongs
When Christmas morning dawns.
For the men in our lives
Lovers of we, your women and wives
May you be upstanding
For the most demanding
In whatever weather,
In pouch furred or feathered
Often repeated
And never depleted.
My own personal dream -
To have the supreme
of men, a defender and bard
Who writes when rock hard
Who with a flick of his pen,
Makes a girl cream again
And desire sexy treats
With her Rawson's Retreat
:love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Sex God
The lovely ladies here enshrined
Each deserve a poem.
Their signatures I brought to mind,
The better for to know ‘em.
*************
Tikka wants to take her pick,
To make her choices better.
If any of us she’d like to lick,
I dare say that we’d let her!
*************
Far from big is Wilma’s bum,
In fact it’s rather scrumptious.
But I wouldn’t dare to touch it hun,
Lest I seem presumptuous.
*************
Bluexxx, as only she can,
Is become ‘Official Beer Glass Kicker!’
Let it warn off any man
Who, by the prospect though delighted,
Drunkenly tries, uninvited
To get himself inside her knickers! :shock:
*************
Jags eats safely, so she says,
Though I’d not want to distort it,
To the casual eye
It would imply,
She likes it ready salted! :rude:
*************
Demurest damsel; devoutly desired.
Distance destroys. Desperation damages.
Distraughted disquiet devours duration.
Determination diminishes.
Division demands decision.
Decided – Divine!! Decadence, darling?
:rose:
:love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Each deserve a poem.
Their signatures I brought to mind,
The better for to know ‘em.
*************
Tikka wants to take her pick,
To make her choices better.
If any of us she’d like to lick,
I dare say that we’d let her!
*************
Far from big is Wilma’s bum,
In fact it’s rather scrumptious.
But I wouldn’t dare to touch it hun,
Lest I seem presumptuous.
*************
Bluexxx, as only she can,
Is become ‘Official Beer Glass Kicker!’
Let it warn off any man
Who, by the prospect though delighted,
Drunkenly tries, uninvited
To get himself inside her knickers! :shock:
*************
Jags eats safely, so she says,
Though I’d not want to distort it,
To the casual eye
It would imply,
She likes it ready salted! :rude:
*************
Demurest damsel; devoutly desired.
Distance destroys. Desperation damages.
Distraughted disquiet devours duration.
Determination diminishes.
Division demands decision.
Decided – Divine!! Decadence, darling?
:rose:
:love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Sex God
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant
Take a bow, Sappho, Kat and Willxxx
:worship: 
Take a bow, Sappho, Kat and Willxxx
:worship: Sex God
I would never forget the lovely Kit,
How dare you drop me in the shit?
My brain was simply not so supple
To use the signature of a couple.
Her face is fair and never haughty,
She deals so well with boys so naughty.
And now I’m here to put it right,
Before Kat lands me in a fight.
So Kit, dear Kit, do not be down.
That face does not deserve to frown.
So before I make it any worse:
Of course, the Lady MUST come first.
How dare you drop me in the shit?
My brain was simply not so supple
To use the signature of a couple.
Her face is fair and never haughty,
She deals so well with boys so naughty.
And now I’m here to put it right,
Before Kat lands me in a fight.
So Kit, dear Kit, do not be down.
That face does not deserve to frown.
So before I make it any worse:
Of course, the Lady MUST come first.
