Challenge: The perfect ten.

[RhymeFairy]

scruffy gruff
lil
tingles,
to my
thighs.
no,
don't
shave

 

[Tzara]

scruffy gruff
lil
tingles,
to my
thighs.
no,
don't
shave

razor burn soothed
on your soaking lips

now another itch

-tz

 

[Guest]

This trail is convoluted
literature and memories
combined
in combat.

 

[ruminator]

Journey unencumbered
leaving expectations
to tend regret
in your absence.

 

[Guest]

I got trapped
again
kicking myself
again
such a sucker!

 

[ruminator]

Allure of battle pending
heightens senses.

Heartbeat's roaring
misplaced passion.

 

[Angeline]

razor burn soothed
on your soaking lips

now another itch

-tz

memory itches
I scratched the calendar
and saw a photograph

 

[RhymeFairy]

Allure of battle pending
heightens senses.

Heartbeat's roaring
misplaced passion.

find a passion
pick it up ...

yes,
happily
passion after ...

 

[ruminator]

find a passion
pick it up ...

yes,
happily
passion after ...

passion picked a pack
of proper pricks to pester

 

[RhymeFairy]

passion picked a pack
of proper pricks to pester

prick
my pleasures spout.
spackle me baby ...
with spinning
spontaneity ...

 

[ruminator]

prick
my pleasures spout.
spackle me baby ...
with spinning
spontaneity ...

spinning grinning winner
winning spinning grins
a winning grin within.

 

[The Mutt]

Chicks with dicks
turn tricks
on blocks,
naughty Mr. Knox.

 

[Angeline]

Chicks with dicks
turn tricks
on blocks,
naughty Mr. Knox.

Seussical
Mr Knox sir!
Chicks' dicks
rock pop's
socks sir.

 

[ruminator]

Oh my, said he,
seems she's a he,
A trick I never
did foresee.

It is not fair
for something there
except for mine
not one anywhere

I will not grump
I will not jump
but can I still
resist a hump?

Now I know
but what to do
To which head
of my own be true?

 

[Tzara]

memory itches
I scratched the calendar
and saw a photograph

some memories repeat,
xerographically:

the arc of your calf,
shaving

 

[Tzara]

Seussical
Mr Knox sir!
Chicks' dicks
rock pop's
socks sir.

You two!
I am laughing so hard
I may sp(l)it!

 

[Tzara]

spackle me baby ...

I'll retexture
your walls
anytime, hon.

Number's
in the book.

 

[The Mutt]

Nothing inspires
like the scent of her
in my beard...

 

[Angeline]

You two!
I am laughing so hard
I may sp(l)it!

Hop on Pop.
Mr. Brown Can Moo,
the kinky bastard.

 

[Angeline]

some memories repeat,
xerographically:

the arc of your calf,
shaving

copies of sisters
mirrored worlds apart
writing the same poem

 

[Tzara]

Hop on Pop.
Mr. Brown Can Moo,
the kinky bastard.

God!
You're so funny
I barf.

Oops.

That's not sophisticated.

 

[Tzara]

copies of sisters
mirrored worlds apart
writing the same poem

sisters mirrored, hmmm?

poems, hell--
you have my attention

 

[Miss Oatlash]

The scent of passion
lingers longer than
the memory of lust.

 

[Tzara]

Nothing inspires
like the scent of her
in my beard...

Your avatar
makes that explicit.
I agree totally.

Nice sniff.

 

[Miss Oatlash]

Your avatar
makes that explicit.
I agree totally.

Nice sniff.

Come join our fun.