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I was feeling a little kinky
If you can't handle gay, look away:
Why so demanding? You know you’ll get what you want!
What I’ll do for you depends on the trust you inspire in me.
How far will I go for you?
Treat me gentle and we will see.
We’ve only just met Sir so draw me closer first too.
I’m going to give you everything you desire, very soon.
Stroke me Sir, love me.
Pet me Sir, Rub me.
Lead me gently to your room.
Please Sir, if it’s not too much trouble for you
I need to feel appreciated for what I do.
So pull me down softly by the hair.
Now touch me there, yes there and... Oh god yes, everywhere!
Whatever you want, it’s there for the taking
Anticipation has you smiling, me shaking.
And your smile incites in me nervous quivers,
My body pulses with horny shivers.
What do you want to do?
Tie my arms above my head?
Tickle my feet, strap me to the bed?
Whatever you want Sir, it’s all for you.
Uggg
I was feeling a little kinky
Why so demanding? You know you’ll get what you want!
What I’ll do for you depends on the trust you inspire in me.
How far will I go for you?
Treat me gentle and we will see.
We’ve only just met Sir so draw me closer first too.
I’m going to give you everything you desire, very soon.
Stroke me Sir, love me.
Pet me Sir, Rub me.
Lead me gently to your room.
Please Sir, if it’s not too much trouble for you
I need to feel appreciated for what I do.
So pull me down softly by the hair.
Now touch me there, yes there and... Oh god yes, everywhere!
Whatever you want, it’s there for the taking
Anticipation has you smiling, me shaking.
And your smile incites in me nervous quivers,
My body pulses with horny shivers.
What do you want to do?
Tie my arms above my head?
Tickle my feet, strap me to the bed?
Whatever you want Sir, it’s all for you.
Uggg
Beautiful!
This poem could be for any couple, I like the daringness of it!
Oh, personal development, growth as an artist, creative expression? Sounds like work lol. Me- I'm just up for some fun. Maybe I'm staying in my comfort zone but that's ok I'm comfortable with that .
Not all of my poems rhyme ('Summer tree' didn't.) but there is something I like about rhyming words- all the poems that really speak to me, that give me shivers, rhyme.
Here are words that burnt there way into my mind through my eyes:
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
-Thomas Braken
Each to their own but for me-
I rhyming words.
Uggg
Good morning my friends!
Thought I'd start the day off with something sexy,
Last week I posted a gay poem that rhymed this week its something about the lovely ladies and it doesn't.
Oh! What treasures we are trading!
She has a concave curve just below her belly
Into which I can pour a pool of cool coconut oil,
Like a shaded pond beneath those very same palms.
An oasis from which fingertip caravans trail oily pathways
And ticklish gasp ways in the sand.
Oh what treasures we are trading!
Oh, that's nice! what lovely words and descriptions you chose!! beautiful!
Coming by to leave some glitter in your thread as well
I've been slowly deteriorating due to real life shit, but I thought I'd drop in to give you a free bump since I haven't talked to you in a minute.