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Sex God
I wonder lonely in the cafe
no friend to hold me tight
Is there a football match on?
no friend to hold me tight
Is there a football match on?
Sex God
Warm night
dancing moon beams
something awakens.
dancing moon beams
something awakens.
Sex God
So true you had to say it twice.
Sex God
It was still worth two insertions.
Sex God
Pen and paper
chisel and stone
they stay for ever
but meaning passes with author.
inspired by
chisel and stone
they stay for ever
but meaning passes with author.
inspired by
Quote by Whipsnspurs
The written word.
The written words taken and misunderstood,
Wishing to rearrange if only they could,
Just so you’d know what was meant from me,
So you could realise what I mean you see.
In voice you’d hear, no mistakes to make,
And you’d give allowance for the written words sake,
The words would come in the context they meant,
Not in the way you thought they were sent.
The feel in my heart was light at the time,
But your returned words don’t give me that sign,
Is it now my turn to misunderstand?
The very words sent by your own hand.
In voice I would hear you, no mistake could there be,
Now we’ll both understand what was meant you see,
Written words are hard with your own feelings put there,
As those feeling on my words I may not share.
Take heart from these words that are written right here,
They are meant for a friend, whom I hold very dear,
Please don’t misunderstand me, my words are meant true,
I didn’t mean to offend or ever upset you!
Written by Me
whips
Sex God
At home and work
a tower of respect
once abroad
a kinky pet.
a tower of respect
once abroad
a kinky pet.
Sex God
Bird on a wire
full of desire
bird on a hook
waiting to foock.
full of desire
bird on a hook
waiting to foock.
I sit in the quiet an look out there..
wondering if someone is going to stare..
do you see me sat in the dark?
do you know that i have a broken heart?
life rolls on an on an on ..
i think to myelf , on an on an on ..
plodding through making it do
hoping that someday life will be fun..
being alone is very quiet place
the only sound i hear is the beat of my pulse
no one to hear me cry in the night
no one to hold me when i wake up in fright
they say a man cant be an island
that he cant survive alone
they say you need people to make you alive
i say look at me i manage it fine..
call me an island and it will make me smile..
wondering if someone is going to stare..
do you see me sat in the dark?
do you know that i have a broken heart?
life rolls on an on an on ..
i think to myelf , on an on an on ..
plodding through making it do
hoping that someday life will be fun..
being alone is very quiet place
the only sound i hear is the beat of my pulse
no one to hear me cry in the night
no one to hold me when i wake up in fright
they say a man cant be an island
that he cant survive alone
they say you need people to make you alive
i say look at me i manage it fine..
call me an island and it will make me smile..
Sex God
To you know who.
So many seas you have sailed
so many lands
who shores you have touched
so many exotic scents
so many foreign fruits.
But this land
will never see top sail furled
revealing firm set mast.
It's shore will never caress
sweet lined keel.
So many seas you have sailed
so many lands
who shores you have touched
so many exotic scents
so many foreign fruits.
But this land
will never see top sail furled
revealing firm set mast.
It's shore will never caress
sweet lined keel.
Sex God
Quote by winchwench
To you know who.
So many seas you have sailed
so many lands
who shores you have touched
so many exotic scents.
But this land
will never see fore sail furled
revealing firm set mast.
It's shore will never caress
sweet lined keel.
i like that !
whips
Seconded
You know you really should not encourage me. Darling
Darling I love you feelings are true
My heart is so open but only to you
We started as lovers in the dark of the night
Our feelings for others are kept out of sight
Our passion is growing stronger each day
We will try to stop others who get in our way.
Because I love you now as I did from the start,
When you stepped out of my dreams into my heart.
a poem of mine from years ago when i was in love
Darling I love you feelings are true
My heart is so open but only to you
We started as lovers in the dark of the night
Our feelings for others are kept out of sight
Our passion is growing stronger each day
We will try to stop others who get in our way.
Because I love you now as I did from the start,
When you stepped out of my dreams into my heart.
a poem of mine from years ago when i was in love
Master of Sex
Quote by Misskitty_2008
The rain falls on the window
tears fall down my face
I feel the world stop turning
but my thoughts keep going
I look into the sky
see the stars in their infinity
I am such a small part of the universe
in my own small corner of the earth
I light a candle for my lost ones..
now all is peaceful.
That's beautiful Miss K ... from the heart and very personal.
Sugar xx
I love to see your naked body it fills me with lust and desire
But when it's under satin and lace that really lights my fire
I love to kiss your soft pink lips your nipples hard and firm
To tease your tender little clit and feel your body squirm
To feel your wetness down below as my fingers wander there
To see the pearls of your desire glisten in your pubic hair
To feel your body rise to me as my fingers find their mark
To feel the heat grow in you as a fire grows from the spark
To drink the sweetness of you I'm drawn between your thighs
Your lovely legs are parted your sex opened to my eyes
And though I want to kiss you in that sweet and tender place
I know that you want more from me I can see it in your face
The look of love and wanting I see plainly in your eyes
The look that makes my heart go soft and other parts to rise
And now I'm hard and ready and positioned just up above
The entrance to my heaven my haven of warm sweet love
I gently slide inside you your wetness holds me tight
I know I'm just where I belong the feeling is so right
And as my body joins with yours and your body welds with mine
I know I want to be right here until the end of time
But when it's under satin and lace that really lights my fire
I love to kiss your soft pink lips your nipples hard and firm
To tease your tender little clit and feel your body squirm
To feel your wetness down below as my fingers wander there
To see the pearls of your desire glisten in your pubic hair
To feel your body rise to me as my fingers find their mark
To feel the heat grow in you as a fire grows from the spark
To drink the sweetness of you I'm drawn between your thighs
Your lovely legs are parted your sex opened to my eyes
And though I want to kiss you in that sweet and tender place
I know that you want more from me I can see it in your face
The look of love and wanting I see plainly in your eyes
The look that makes my heart go soft and other parts to rise
And now I'm hard and ready and positioned just up above
The entrance to my heaven my haven of warm sweet love
I gently slide inside you your wetness holds me tight
I know I'm just where I belong the feeling is so right
And as my body joins with yours and your body welds with mine
I know I want to be right here until the end of time
Welcome to the forums ....... but what is your question? Master of Sex
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 …
Master of Sex
Miss K ... sometimes short is just right! 
Sex God
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
Master of Sex
Quote by bouncy332
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
Sexlightened
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!
Sex God
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.
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk
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.
And when we reached our station,
And to our great elation
The ship was sunk in a sea of spunk
:? 