04-03-2017, 09:37 AM
In these pages, five and ten,
It creeps up time and again.
In this course of this year
There's one common fear:
J's killed the topic... again.
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04-03-2017, 09:37 AM
In these pages, five and ten,
It creeps up time and again.
In this course of this year
There's one common fear:
J's killed the topic... again.
04-03-2017, 10:31 AM
Easy come, easy go
It's sad to play solo I'm gonna join the fray And post this here, ok? Let's see the bright sight of this world!
04-03-2017, 11:02 AM
Limericks are something I cannot compose,
I usually speak only in prose. I never saw myself as an artist, Probably because I am not a natural-born linguist Or maybe this was all a pose? ;p First line I saw somewhere, and decided to finish it.
04-03-2017, 04:58 PM
A newcomer joins the fray
Not knowing where to lay Should I keep my head up high Or down low Cause I don't want to sigh Neither go down below
05-06-2017, 01:18 PM
A limerick game eh? I haven't written a limerick in ages! I'm going to have to shake off the poetry dust... Lemme see, what was it again? Five lines and a rhythm pattern of AABBA. Okay... here goes nothing!
A meth dealer called a hooker a dunce And claimed he made more selling blunts Then the prostitute said While lying in bed "But a whore can sell her crack more than once..."
“If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
05-06-2017, 05:27 PM
If that's what you compose,
I'll suggest to have a pause. Because as you can see... Cath's back baby! Also, I like to play Smash Bros Let's see the bright sight of this world!
05-06-2017, 10:17 PM
The last one I make
The last one that shall stay With grace in my spirit every challenge I take For my mark here shall lay Farewell, and have a good day Love to you all From Altaria with love
We rock on the balcony swing
our bodies touch, skin against skin A breeze gently blows and eyes slowly close a dream is about to begin My eyes open slowly to you the ocean is deep crystal blue We walk on the sand us two, hand in hand our fingers entwined as we do The sand is a shimmering sight the fish in the water so bright I give you a flower its petals a shower of delicate purple on white The flower you place in your hair but not before kissing me where my breath starts and ends as time stops and bends I'm lost in your intimate stare
The magic, abruptly it shatters
from behind a voice loudly chastises come back, don't delay you're too far away your freedom is nearly in tatters Our passion is quenched like a dam this dystopian world is a sham with complete supervision our lives are a prison in their shiny utopian glam You pull me up close with a pout stroking my finger in doubt as your hand wraps around a wordless thought sounds between us as loud as a shout Sometimes the only endeavour that people take note of together is silent in words a protest in verbs a blaring and visible venture
You wrap your arms close around my neck
I lift you to rest on my cock my shorts are pushed down your legs wrap around Our love meets: a wet sounding smack My hands lift your ass just a bit my cock slides in quick, just the tip we kiss and caress you grind and I press you closer and deeper with it In between breaths, little moans we're heavily breathing in tones of ravishing bliss that no one could miss if all they could see were our toes Time fuzzes again all around this moment we're both on the ground you lay underneath my cock in you sheathed You're holding me steady and sound ...to be continued |
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