Topic: Leigh's "Steamy" Poetry Thread..Don't be shy, I'll go first! | |
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Loving In a barn loft
Our bodies lay together on a soft bed of hay You started opening your shirt amongst the moon’s full rays I leaned a little in to you to let my fingers dwell and play Just above your bra cup winding gradually on their way Down, down, down to that elusive place snuggled between your breasts Gently trailing up to the other side where it comes to rest Watching as impatiently as you reach behind to undo the hook To that playful look in your eyes as it slides to some dark nook The passionate kiss where our tongues touch there To lying you back your breasts are bare You wiggle and move from side to side So there is nothing left for you to hide My lips find your breasts and moves from one to the next My tongue travels down your body from what you next expect Your back arches with anticipation as I get close to my destination Is that a moan I hear or a groan from my imagination? I see goose bumps appear as I get so very very close You jerk and you shake sweat is profuse I try very hard to please you most You grab my hair and pull me up to you and we meld together As we hold each other we know love will always be as we are birds of a feather One days loving in a barn |
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Holy smokin moly!!....and this is only your second poem????? Very nice Boone!!
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want me to tell ya who the leading lady is...................
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thanks Tazz
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thanks Tazz |
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My steamy romanical poem......
ahem... Roses are red...violets are blue. After I **** this one, I am gonna **** you too. Amen. :) |
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My steamy romanical poem...... ahem... Roses are red...violets are blue. After I **** this one, I am gonna **** you too. Amen. :) Amazing Krupa, absolutely amazing...Do you have more????????????????????????? |
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Yeah....
Like you should even have to ask. :) |
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Yeah.... Like you should even have to ask. :) Every time you post it makes me do this..... I never read anything you write when I have food or drink in my mouth because my pootie screen and my keyboard would be wearing it... |
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I have been working on a poem called "My d!ck has a knuckle"..,.but, you would be suprized at how few words actually rhyme with "knuckle".
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Yeah.... Like you should even have to ask. :) Every time you post it makes me do this..... I never read anything you write when I have food or drink in my mouth because my pootie screen and my keyboard would be wearing it... Good! My Dad would be proud of me. P.s....."my pootie screen" just gave me a half stock....is that like a wire chastity belt or something? |
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I have been working on a poem called "My d!ck has a knuckle"..,.but, you would be suprized at how few words actually rhyme with "knuckle". knuckle, buckle, suckle, ruffle, muffle, duffel, truffle, scuffle, brussel, muscle, "My knuckle has a dick" might be easier for you.... |
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Yeah.... Like you should even have to ask. :) Every time you post it makes me do this..... I never read anything you write when I have food or drink in my mouth because my pootie screen and my keyboard would be wearing it... Good! My Dad would be proud of me. P.s....."my pootie screen" just gave me a half stock....is that like a wire chastity belt or something? Something..... |
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How the hell did you get away with writing out the word "dick"?
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OH!!!! RIGHT ON! They changed the censorship program! We can now say dick and I can stop using the term "penis" in casual conversations here! How cool is that?!?!?!?!?!?!
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How the hell did you get away with writing out the word "dick"? Stock options..... |
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We stand vulnerably before each other over flowing with desire our bodies melt skin on skin and the passion rises higher. Your hands gently round my neck to bring me to your face, eyes are locked, lips touch and our hearts begin to race. We lie down closely, and begin our mutual exploration kissing, touching, caressing, sucking - enjoying adoration I'm on top of you now and use my hand to gently stroke you in, we rock, we thrust, we moan , we sweat... let the fcuking begin We ride on through a myriad of colors, my release trickles down on you and I'm thinking...he's not like the others. You come and lie beside me with you head upon my breast, with heavy sighs I stroke your hair as we drift off to rest Some say..c'mon girl it's not real, this can never be. So for tonight I turn off the light and pretend your here with me. |
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I have been working on a poem called "My d!ck has a knuckle"..,.but, you would be suprized at how few words actually rhyme with "knuckle". knuckle, buckle, suckle, ruffle, muffle, duffel, truffle, scuffle, brussel, muscle, "My knuckle has a dick" might be easier for you.... You left off Fatty Arbuckle.....(the obvious one) |
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We stand vulnerably before each other over flowing with desire our bodies melt skin on skin and the passion rises higher. Your hands gently round my neck to bring me to your face, eyes are locked, lips touch and our hearts begin to race. We lie down closely, and begin our mutual exploration kissing, touching, caressing, sucking - enjoying adoration I'm on top of you now and use my hand to gently stroke you in, we rock, we thrust, we moan , we sweat... let the fcuking begin We ride on through a myriad of colors, my release trickles down on you and I'm thinking...he's not like the others. You come and lie beside me with you head upon my breast, with heavy sighs I stroke your hair as we drift off to rest Some say..c'mon girl it's not real, this can never be. So for tonight I turn off the light and pretend your here with me. Hot damn and call me Sam!!!....Very steamy....... (((L))) |
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