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To flirt or not to flirt; that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Being left with a strumming clit
Or to take in good part his leaving
Through boredom end them? to shrug and flirt
no more
 
To flirt or not to flirt; that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Being left with a strumming clit
Or to take in good part his leaving
Through boredom end them? to shrug and flirt
no more

Nay, fair lady, abandon not the joys of flirtatious sports
that give wings to secret desires and lift in flight
our carnal imaginings to explore where the body is forbidden
that our pleasures may be multiplied on this earth.

For, lusty spirit, the heat that the mind nurtures in the physik,
though it leaves thee strumming on thine instruments of pleasure
alone for want of the object of your desires being near at hand,
is ever practice in the arts that will bind your lovers to you.

The heat of flirtation tempers a keen edge on all your pursuits
and the music you make in yourself with your own quick fingers
is ever and above all else a lifelong joy layered on all your other joys.
:cathappy:
 
Nay, fair lady, abandon not the joys of flirtatious sports
that give wings to secret desires and lift in flight
our carnal imaginings to explore where the body is forbidden
that our pleasures may be multiplied on this earth.

For, lusty spirit, the heat that the mind nurtures in the physik,
though it leaves thee strumming on thine instruments of pleasure
alone for want of the object of your desires being near at hand,
is ever practice in the arts that will bind your lovers to you.

The heat of flirtation tempers a keen edge on all your pursuits
and the music you make in yourself with your own quick fingers
is ever and above all else a lifelong joy layered on all your other joys.
:cathappy:



I like it, may i offer you my gratitude for this fine beauty that enhances the world:kiss::kiss:
 
If thou hast lips to open up mine own
I beg of you to gaze upon this portal
That lies before you and glistens
With soft dew like falling rain.

Part each lip with fingers light
There to enter and carress
That very nub of your desire
Standing proud and wanton.

Breathe softly and arouse it still
And stretch thy tongue o'er it's heat
Til pounding in my mind encourages
You within, compound my whole desire
 
I like it, may i offer you my gratitude for this fine beauty that enhances the world:kiss::kiss:

You may offer me your graciousness so that we two enhance
the beauty of the world that's there for all to taste and shape
for the beauty lies within us all to strum out at our will
:kiss:U2
:kiss::kiss:
 
If thou hast lips to open up mine own
I beg of you to gaze upon this portal
That lies before you and glistens
With soft dew like falling rain.

Part each lip with fingers light
There to enter and carress
That very nub of your desire
Standing proud and wanton.

Breathe softly and arouse it still
And stretch thy tongue o'er it's heat
Til pounding in my mind encourages
You within, compound my whole desire

I choke upon my breath to gaze at this portal beckoning
a flush of red to my fevered cheeks e'en as it beckons forth
the tool to pluck sweete melodie from the instrument
you hold before my grateful eyes. Shivering from head to toe
with the flood of desire thus summoned forth, I touch
my tongue tentatively to moistened lips I caress apart
and passing through these lips tastes the nectar
of the golden flower opening to my pleasure,
and I am dizzy with the honour of worshipping
the Goddess in you as I probe your dark mysterious joy.
 
I choke upon my breath to gaze at this portal beckoning
a flush of red to my fevered cheeks e'en as it beckons forth
the tool to pluck sweete melodie from the instrument
you hold before my grateful eyes. Shivering from head to toe
with the flood of desire thus summoned forth, I touch
my tongue tentatively to moistened lips I caress apart
and passing through these lips tastes the nectar
of the golden flower opening to my pleasure,
and I am dizzy with the honour of worshipping
the Goddess in you as I probe your dark mysterious joy.

the entire poem is gorgeous, but those last two lines are the kicker.
you are on a roll today, sir. :rose::kiss:
 
I choke upon my breath to gaze at this portal beckoning
a flush of red to my fevered cheeks e'en as it beckons forth
the tool to pluck sweete melodie from the instrument
you hold before my grateful eyes. Shivering from head to toe
with the flood of desire thus summoned forth, I touch
my tongue tentatively to moistened lips I caress apart
and passing through these lips tastes the nectar
of the golden flower opening to my pleasure,
and I am dizzy with the honour of worshipping
the Goddess in you as I probe your dark mysterious joy.

Let me part thus with Juno's blessings rich,
for now my homely duties call me hence:
that you and she, and all the avatars
of gods and sweet-fleshed monsters in this place
make luscious use of these truncated hours
of our lives, this fleeting moment Now.
Then spend it lavishly upon the joy
of deep connection on the flickering screen
more real than real, and less, and all the same
as how we are but avatars of God
and Goddess, and will someday find it so.

I'm outie
xo
bj
 
Let me part thus with Juno's blessings rich,
for now my homely duties call me hence:
that you and she, and all the avatars
of gods and sweet-fleshed monsters in this place
make luscious use of these truncated hours
of our lives, this fleeting moment Now.
Then spend it lavishly upon the joy
of deep connection on the flickering screen
more real than real, and less, and all the same
as how we are but avatars of God
and Goddess, and will someday find it so.

I'm outie
xo
bj

Wouldst that I were blessed to pen such verse,
molded with Wisdom's honestie, as prettily as thee,
joy's reverberations would swamp my awestruck heart
in flooding gratitude for the benign glance of the Gods on me.

In truth, I do but pen a faux Elizabethan line or two
driven like a sweating horse by carnal preoccupations, whilst thee,
O Mistress of the Bijou, in cadences true to an appreciative ear
dost blend a perfect match of distillations that sit sweet-easy
between tongue and palette, leaving me intoxicated
in dreamy wonderment.
 
the entire poem is gorgeous, but those last two lines are the kicker.
you are on a roll today, sir. :rose::kiss:

Aye, a roll indeed, my dear, that dizzies the mind
as I flop about in beggarly need of some control.
beggared, 'tis true, by my lusts so wantonly indulged.
 
He said 'PROBE'........ OMGGGGGGGG !! luscioussssssss !oh what that word does to meeeeee!
 
Wouldst that I were blessed to pen such verse,
molded with Wisdom's honestie, as prettily as thee,
joy's reverberations would swamp my awestruck heart
in flooding gratitude for the benign glance of the Gods on me.

In truth, I do but pen a faux Elizabethan line or two
driven like a sweating horse by carnal preoccupations, whilst thee,
O Mistress of the Bijou, in cadences true to an appreciative ear
dost blend a perfect match of distillations that sit sweet-easy
between tongue and palette, leaving me intoxicated
in dreamy wonderment.

For my reply, I'll just quote the Witchling:



hearts. Did I mention it's excellent having you back?

bj
 
Makes me weak in the knees ......... as in keeping them together! oops keep your hand on your ha'penny (now you all thinking what is she on about?!)
 
Makes me weak in the knees ......... as in keeping them together! oops keep your hand on your ha'penny (now you all thinking what is she on about?!)
TRUE.
I was going to write: "Why so shy?", but now I am just perplexed.

:confused:
 
English colloquialism ..... means keep your hand over your pussy lol
Oh, I get it. I thought you were mad. Wait, I guess you still could be mad.
I don't have a pussy. I have a dick. Does it mean the same thing for a male?
 
Oh no men don't have ha'pennies (half penny or tuppence ...two pence old money) and yes you are right I am mad but I have become madderer since I have been on this messageboard either that or it's bringing out what was there all along. Don't you know I am a changeling? they do things different
 
Oh no men don't have ha'pennies (half penny or tuppence ...two pence old money) and yes you are right I am mad but I have become madderer since I have been on this messageboard either that or it's bringing out what was there all along. Don't you know I am a changeling? they do things different
No I did not know. Did it hurt? ;) How are things differently? :eek: If I may be so bold to ask.
 
Various ways ... backs are very erogenous for instance
Ok, so if the back is a huge erogenous zone, what letter would it be? Would it be a single letter or several letters?
Wait does that mean that that pleasure centers are now pain centers. That would give a new meaning to “painful” cramps.
Please elaborate on the “Various ways” that changelings are different.
 
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