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A sequenced line, impale me with your spite
and kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white
but shared with one and one while held astride
so call out indigo, submissive blue
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed
we find that three is more than one plus two
too quick....hold on.
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed
We find that three is more than one plus two
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play
That just strikes me funny. Any rhyming poem I'd do would be fool for sure.
That just strikes me funny. Any rhyming poem I'd do would be fool for sure.
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Y'all are phenomenal. I'm blown away. And more than a little aroused.
Carry on.
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You have to do the next one! You, Jamison and someone else.
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
Three souls so satisfied by torrid day.
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
Three souls so satisfied by torrid day
Now face the night entwined as twilight dims.
Thus sated with the love that spurred each part
We remake one from three: our triad heart.
Nice work, gentlemen!
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
Three souls so satisfied by torrid day
Now face the night entwined as twilight dims.
Thus sated with the love that spurred each part
We remake one from three: our triad heart.
Nice work, gentlemen!
A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
Three souls so satisfied by torrid day
Now face the night entwined as twilight dims.
Thus sated with the love that spurred each part
We remake one from three: our triad heart.
Nice work, gentlemen!
Ange in the middle. After more than five years, I still perv on you...
Good stuff!
Me three... (I actually put up a line, but it got lost. Better this way.)
Terrific!
Wow I am impressed never has a 3 some been more poetic
It is my gift to you, Viv, and MIS.
I'll, uh, take a swing. How does this work? Is Fool at the back of the piece, or am I?
Well, here's my take.
We need to write 14 lines (of ten syllables) per line in iambic pentameter. The subject is triad (you should be good at this ), and assuming I write every other line plus the last couplet, we'd have something like this:
Line:
1-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme A1
2-Ange Rhyme B1
3-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme A2
4-Ange Rhyme B2
5-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme C1
6-Ange Rhyme D1
7-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme C2
8-Ange Rhyme D2
9-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme E1
10-Ange Rhyme F1
11-Homie (or Fool) Rhyme E2
12-Ange Rhyme F2
13-Ange Rhyme G1
14-Ange Rhyme G2
So whoever begins, just throw out a line and I'll write the next line and so forth. We can do it right here in the thread and just work off the last person's line.
Whaddya think?
a sequenced line, impale me with your spite
How the fuck do I get wrapped up in this shit?
I've confessed to no murders, how did I get served witch such a savage penance?
To reiterate, and make dead clear:
Line:
1-Fool Rhyme A1
2-Ange Rhyme B1
3-Homie Rhyme A2
4-Ange Rhyme B2
5-Fool Rhyme C1
6-Ange Rhyme D1
7-Homie Rhyme C2
8-Ange Rhyme D2
9-Fool Rhyme E1
10-Ange Rhyme F1
11-Homie Rhyme E2
12-Ange Rhyme F2
13-Ange Rhyme G1
14-Ange Rhyme G2
So I've two more lines to write.
And I dig your final line. Hell, the whole thing so far.
Did I tell you how much I love you 3? No? Well, this is gorgeous. You are absolved of your flirtinessitude, Go forth and flirt some more.A sequenced line, impale me with your spite,
And kiss me while another waits beside
For skin so soft should not be cruelly white,
But shared with one and one while held astride
To call out indigo, submissive blue,
Our rainbow bound in flesh then arced in deed.
We find that three is more than one plus two,
And multiplied our sum divines our need
Until there are no patterns left to play.
Sunset bids us sleep in this nest of limbs
Three souls so satisfied by torrid day
Now face the night entwined as twilight dims.
Thus sated with the love that spurred each part
We remake one from three: our triad heart.
Nice work, gentlemen!
It is my gift to you, Viv, and MIS.
That was you? That hat is adorable on you! And somehow I thought you were taller.
I just thought it was another flaccid ashback.
So long as you stay in the poetry area and avoid that "insert inside" thread, you're pretty safe in here. I think my naked back is the most obscene thing in here at the moment.
but speaking of that, ANGELINE. HAWT-NESS! Those little gaps of shadow where the suit lies over your hipbones...
well, I won't go into it. I'd get this place all messy.
Well you can always come out a bit early. Should be a nutty few days, what with the 4th on Friday. Shop will be closed so we're going to be all outta control starting, well, probably Thursday night.
And seriously. Turn off your phone. You absolutely have to stay strong. You've been their emotional tampon long enough. They are abusing the fact that you love them for their own self-involved drama. Stop letting them.
Your penance is to tell them that either a. they come and party with you together this weekend or b. you're not going to take their calls between now and Sunday. You really, really need a break.
Yay! Anschul in Kansas!
This is one of your many homes-away-from-home, love. Seriously; I'm holding space here that has a sign on it which says
ANSCHUL LIVES HERE TOO.
Center points and satellites. Home is everywhere.
bj
Pubes?Does it grow back thicker than ever? Ermmmm thankyou .. I think ... where from exactly? My ex used to tie flies for fishing and I still have my fishing hat adorned with fishing flies one made from his pubes!
Pubes?
Oh, well, that's nice. Um... lol
Anyway, I have a 4th of July confession. Last night, Hugo and I watched fireworks from his front porch -- naked. It would have been really naughty if the bugs hadn't eaten us up. You have no idea how excited bugs get when they start nibbling body parts they don't often get a shot at. The fireworks were great, though.
Yeah, it's not like you read in stories! I want some honest erotica. Naked outdoors=bug feeding frenzy. lolDude, I know this feeling. A coupla weeks back MIS and I were driving home late from a club and were too randy to wait til we got home, so I pulled the car off into some farmer's field a little off the road for some "on the hood of the car" time. Wow, those bugs made a meal of both of us.