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| Topic: Leigh's "Steamy" Poetry Thread..Don't be shy, I'll go first! | |
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What?  ,,,,,YOU were expecting a freakin Machine Gun or something,,,HEY we're on a TIGHT damn budget here..
 <-------His pitchfork cost twenty bucks man...
EVERYTIME,,we have to use IT!!!!  
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Morning guys! Hope everyone is groovying along nicely .
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yup, just waitin for the Texans game to start.
get your shopping done?? |
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For todays dirty poem... I have chosen to recite a lyric from a love song by Sir Kid Rock. As quoted from the third verse of the romantic ballad "I'll F*** You Blind B!tch" ahem....... "Now all you b!tches gettin laid, gettin f**kt and smokin Budha. Gettin laid and gettin played like a f**kin meat horn tuba. You betta chill with that, before you kill your cat. Before you spend your f***kin life lieing on your back. You ain't gotta let me f*** you to be liked.....get a grip. Schitt, I'll like ya just the same if ya suck a good ****." .....though I didn't write it, I am deeply moved by the romantic nuances and the sensitivity of that poem. :) 
It adds, to a good-point here,,Krupa... 
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What? ,,,,,YOU were expecting a freakin Machine Gun or something,,,HEY we're on a TIGHT damn budget here..
<-------His pitchfork cost twenty bucks man...
EVERYTIME,,we have to use IT!!!!
   Mano,,,YOUR the BEST FRIEND I EVAR HAD!
 And IT better WORK!!!!!!
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What? ,,,,,YOU were expecting a freakin Machine Gun or something,,,HEY we're on a TIGHT damn budget here..
<-------His pitchfork cost twenty bucks man...
EVERYTIME,,we have to use IT!!!!
Mano,,,YOUR the BEST FRIEND I EVAR HAD!
And IT better WORK!!!!!!
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For todays dirty poem... I have chosen to recite a lyric from a love song by Sir Kid Rock. As quoted from the third verse of the romantic ballad "I'll F*** You Blind B!tch" ahem....... "Now all you b!tches gettin laid, gettin f**kt and smokin Budha. Gettin laid and gettin played like a f**kin meat horn tuba. You betta chill with that, before you kill your cat. Before you spend your f***kin life lieing on your back. You ain't gotta let me f*** you to be liked.....get a grip. Schitt, I'll like ya just the same if ya suck a good ****." .....though I didn't write it, I am deeply moved by the romantic nuances and the sensitivity of that poem. :) Romantic is romantic. |
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ok that does it, I'm not reading anymore of this thread....I'm really getting tired of taking a cold showers several times a day 
And yet, I can't find the boyfriend who is away all the time but faithful and I can amuse the heck out of when he is home. SIGH. Multiple orgasam, 41 times no less, what do you think..... 
In the words of Charlie Sheen, "I pay them to leave" |
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For todays dirty poem... I have chosen to recite a lyric from a love song by Sir Kid Rock. As quoted from the third verse of the romantic ballad "I'll F*** You Blind B!tch" ahem....... "Now all you b!tches gettin laid, gettin f**kt and smokin Budha. Gettin laid and gettin played like a f**kin meat horn tuba. You betta chill with that, before you kill your cat. Before you spend your f***kin life lieing on your back. You ain't gotta let me f*** you to be liked.....get a grip. Schitt, I'll like ya just the same if ya suck a good ****." .....though I didn't write it, I am deeply moved by the romantic nuances and the sensitivity of that poem. :) Steamy and sensitive...Only you Krupa!!
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Edited by
iam4u
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Sun 12/18/11 04:36 PM
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I woke this morning,sliding so carefully aside,,not to wake you.
Made some coffee, cooking some pancakes,watching them cook through. Pick a roes from the garden, grab the tray,hope nothings in the way Stopping beside the bed, seeing you laying their so peaceful. The corner window letting some soft rays shine in, your so beautiful Red velvet bedspread, pulled up close to your chin. Contours of your breasts,fully exposing, your under cover delight. The still,,breathless expression, calming, a restful slept night. Setting the tray quietly on the night stand, I set gently down. Parting your hair with my fingers, sliding it back and around. bending over with soft kisses, on your forehead,,eyes and nose. You grumble,,and stir,,horsely whispering,,good morning baby Leaning in, with a tender lipped kiss, as I hand you, your rose. For me you waken to say,throwing your arms around me, embraced. As I say,,, Breakfast has been prepared My Lovely Queen. Your eyes fill-up,,as your smile widens,,"you've been busy I see". Setting the tray over your lap,kissing you,saying,I just LOVE YOU |
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I woke this morning,sliding so carefully aside,,not to wake you. Made some coffee, cooking some pancakes,watching them cook through. Pick a roes from the garden, grab the tray,hope nothings in the way Stopping beside the bed, seeing you laying their so peaceful. The corner window letting some soft rays shine in, your so beautiful Red velvet bedspread, pulled up close to your chin. Contours of your breasts,fully exposing, your under cover delight. The still,,breathless expression, calming, a restful slept night. Setting the tray quietly on the night stand, I set gently down. Parting your hair with my fingers, sliding it back and around. bending over with soft kisses, on your forehead,,eyes and nose. You grumble,,and stir,,horsely whispering,,good morning baby Leaning in, with a tender lipped kiss, as I hand you, your rose. For me you waken to say,throwing your arms around me, embraced. As I say,,, Breakfast has been prepared My Lovely Queen. Your eyes fill-up,,as your smile widens,,"you've been busy I see". Setting the tray over your lap,kissing you,saying,I just LOVE YOU Awwwww....are you always like this?  Too sweet to be steamy, too steamy to be sweet...
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I think it's time for some short and sweet "steamy" sex talk....
"sex talk" take me, do me, say my name… want me, need me, feel my shame… harder, softer, in and out… with me come, silent shout… sharp my breath, gasping air… pull back, look, my eyes stare… give me all, every drop… feel me, fill me, never stop… willing bodies, need to meet… open vessels, sweet love sweet… i am yours and you are mine… melting secrets, stand still time…. |
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excuse me...I'm gonna go take a cold shower.....
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excuse me...I'm gonna go take a cold shower..... Before you do that, can you please add a steamy poem...I'll give you the first line Dove... 
Violets are blue, roses are red.... |
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Violets are blue, roses are red....
jump in my bed.. |
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Violets are blue, roses are red.... jump in my bed..  Are you kidding me? ...at least this...
Violets are blue, roses are red... Come on baby jump in my bed... It flow a little better Dove....
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Violets are blue, roses are red.... jump in my bed.. Are you kidding me? ...at least this...
Violets are blue, roses are red... Come on baby jump in my bed... It flow a little better Dove....
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MOONLIGHT MATINEE
We lay in embrace gazing at the stars, your skin feels electric in my hands. caressing your soul with my mind, as our toes rest in the sand. sounds of the night waft peacefully by, so soothing like magic to our ears. our hearts beat to the cosmos's drum, the feeling of love to our eyes brings a tear. pulsing with bliss & harmony, like a dance in the perfect play, we entwine our souls & become ONE... in our moonlight matinee... |
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Violets are blue, roses are red.... jump in my bed.. Are you kidding me? ...at least this...
Violets are blue, roses are red... Come on baby jump in my bed... It flow a little better Dove....
Probably a plus... |
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Violets are blue, roses are red.... jump in my bed.. Are you kidding me? ...at least this...
Violets are blue, roses are red... Come on baby jump in my bed... It flow a little better Dove....
Probably a plus... 
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