Spontaneous Rhyme (or Poetry) Challenge to Myself, or anyone else who'd join in!

The red painting of your toenails as you sat spread on the floor with bare legs a flirt, begging and wearing only only a t-shirt so teased in front of me that I just had to fuck you…

Now, get the carpet steamer please.
3/5/23
 
As I was trying to fall asleep last night…


It’s… it’s the voices… don’t you know?
They… they tell me what to say!
They bounce around - syllabic clowns -
in didactic metered play.

Just don’t tell… shhhh … I write ‘em down
and post ‘em here to see…
that if you read and understand…
you’re hearing them… like me. 🤪

3/5/23
 
It’s a tight fit in the backseat. Finding a way, she begs me to grind against her clit, to greet the heat between her legs. Her jeans faint damp but hot, and she groans and lifts her hips with want to meet the hard in mine with pushing, greedy lips.


Prolly not a poem… but it was spontaneous. 😬
 
The 8th is turned onto its side -
is stretched infinity…
as at its touch, it will abide
as kissing trinity.

3/8/23
 
goddessofglee gets the credit.

She wrote “I write in parallel tangent” which made me look up the word ‘tangent’ (geometry was awhile ago folks) and 10 minutes later…

So. Thank you Ms. Glee. 😘


In a tangent is this written -
not parallel too much.
As these lines to curves are bitten
at point at which they touch.

The geometry of two forms
that never break the plane,
at spot of contact quickly warms
with pleasure where they’ve lain.

3/8/23
 
The more we sit and think and do
the more we wonder that
we are Thing 1 or maybe 2…
and they the cat in hat.

That if we stay in feline play
as mice between the feet…
to go away or pleasing sway
and willingly be beat.

We scurry bound and hurry round
betwixt the batting paws
‘til furry found in crunchy sound.
These are the ratting laws.

3/11/23
 
#12
darker shade of Pink

A young sales boy
as if alive a living toy,
came about in my way.
His case was an array
of intimate things.
I invited him to enter,
I called him to come in.
Tell me, I said softly,
what amazement did you bring.

I was wet before he came,
and my craving reflected the same.
In less than a jiffy of my say,
my salesboy did give him away.

He stepped in as Adagio,
slow in his graceful tempo.
I told him to sit anywhere,
in my mind of trying fellatio.
Without looking for a seat,
on the floor he knelt to adore.
I didn’t have my corset on;
this he couldn’t ignore.

He knelt before me and didn't lack,
fumbling to open his pack.
I sat on the couch with a smile,
he squirmed lowering his shy eyes.
My broekies are in the wash,
I have trifle to stifle or blush.
Will you show me the least
which peaks my growing plea?

He revealed his assets
with an uneasy hand.
I asked for a darker shade,
the darkest shade of pink
He raised a tint to me,
deep pastel tinge
with a smell of the sea.
I asked him to be free,
it’s better to be near me.

What's your limit I asked,
my likely captive did last.
once he'd finished his drink
I offered him in a blink,
his craving for so to think.
Quench your thirst here,
accept my golden pour.
Be prepared my thrall,
they'll be more night to fall.

I gestured for him to adhere
told him to give in with no fear.
He said his throat's gone dry,
and asked me for my drink to try.
I eased him closer
I shifted on further
closer was he
on his shoulder my tootsie
pulling him further onto me

I covered his head with my tutu.
drink well, I said,
do I look exciting in natural pink?

A lull came about,
a humbled nod in his doubt.
His faint affirmative reply,
my helot came about.
Overshadowed
by the chirping of crickets outdoor.
My chattel quenched his thirst
with the first of my morning burst.
 
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The seeds of spontaneity
lay deep in thoughts - as kept
where gods with words are deity
and sprout with waters wept.

3/11/23
 
The fox is grinding on a bone
another ‘neath her paws -
just dribbled on and raw alone…
anticipating jaws.

With crunch and crack, she has her snack
the marrow black with grit
while keeping track of one put back…
anticipating it.

3/13/23
 
It’s simple time to kick a rhyme
across the concrete there -
a toss of rippled rocks, and I’m
a skipping boss and bare

and supple feet that slap the street
can’t pop a squat though try -
the couple meet to map the beat
‘til hop will botch and fly.

3/13/23
 
I see her sitting lovely
in her chair there by the door -
one foot tucked behind a knee,
other hovers over floor,

glasses booked so she can see
all the sins of the devout…
fills her eyes with fantasy
of the gods she reads about.

And I am sitting watching -
writing words that ravish sweet.
In hope that she will worship,
I lay them at her feet.

3/17/23
 
A hand still held inside the mind
that once was felt before,
in seamless welds beside to find
the melting fingers pour

to ground they drop and drip astray
to missing from the lip
to found in thought to slip away
the kissing of their grip.

3/30/23
 
Rhyming is nothing but timing
you see the Shining?
it was terrifying
now my dog is whining
I’ll be good bye-ing
thank me for trying
thank you for not telling me to go kite flying
i see You’re sighing
what? Your not buying
what I’m striving
to do while I’m driving
don’t be conniving
im really good bye-ing
this time (ing)
 
In Defense/No Offense
Don’t berate it…

Replicate it.
Liberate it.
Liplicate it.
Luminate it.
Applicate it.
Germinate it.
Calibrate it.
Indicate it.
Vindicate it.
Dominate it.
Devastate it.
Terminate it.
Abdicate it.
Bloviate it.
Blowmeate it.
Showmeate it.
Under-rate it
Wonderate it.
Masturbate it.
Fasterbate it.
Fornicate it.
Pornicate it.
Fuckinate it.

GodIhate it.



(Just for fun… 😗)
 
I simply don’t give a fu… wait…
here’s used one in the couch!
Nope… not a fuck. A masturbate.
The cushions will all vouch

I’ve not been fucked in many years
unless you count the one
who fucked my head, my heart, my fears…
all coming tears to run.

4/3/23
 
Name: Gigil,
(some call me Gigi, or Glee girl)
What does gigil mean?
Gigil is a word used to describe the overwhelming feeling that comes over us when we see something cute.
pronounced as Gee-gil,

So Gigil is a chubby cheeked sweet girl whose curves you'd love to pinch or squeeze.

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Weight: didn't check since long
Height: 5’6"

Location:
fallen from the heavens above, fortunate was blue Earth in love!

Orientation:
Straight but seem to be drifting

Interested In:
poetry, writing, chatting

Status: Single, still a virgin

Smoke: Don't smoke
Drink: too young to start drinking

Fetishes:

1. A goddess though, seems to kneel before domme females, begging them to hire her for menial jobs, especially as their toilet skivvy girl, to clean them, tongue bathe them,
clean then when they take a dump.
if they need her to be even their personal toilet seat,
for dumplings or for pee!

2.
She would make submissive men to her "mouth only" toilet slave, to do menial jobs as explained above.

3.
She'd love to feel your lips on her chubby thighs, or further down worship her succulent buns.

4.
if you long for golden pour
from creek below,
or mouth those gifts from her succulent twin suns!

Pets: sub slaves!

Member Since: January 24, 2023

Some words from goddessofglee:

what's the Goddess like

♪They call her round-faced baby girl, flawless skin, with dark brown eyes.

♪She's a brunette,
her hair crowning her gloriously,
reaching lower than her shoulder,
her bosoms proudly peep through.

♪She's chubby, not fat.

♪She's an hourglass 34:26:36,

♪bust 34": waist 26":butts 36"(inches)

♪many ask, as if they'll bye me a bra, What's your bra size? it's 34c!

♪Her height is about 5ft 6", and while walking she sways a pouting hips.

♪her tight sweatshirt and yoga short shorts cling to her thighs,
as if a second skin,
unable to be apart,
do what you may,
dare to try,
just stay away!

♪the weight and her height did have a talk, but didn't agree to differ...

♪She's a leap-year baby, you'd know the date it's the only day
but she's an age player,
so you may be any age,
but not below 18.

♪She's from the heavens above,
but for you she happened to land
on Planet Earth.

So, what do we have?
that's about all for today!
the sun's shining bright,
it's time to make hay
you've got the glee girl,
the rest comes by the way!
 
Name: Gigil,
(some call me Gigi, or Glee girl)
What does gigil mean?
Gigil is a word used to describe the overwhelming feeling that comes over us when we see something cute.
pronounced as Gee-gil,

So Gigil is a chubby cheeked sweet girl whose curves you'd love to pinch or squeeze.

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Weight: didn't check since long
Height: 5’6"

Location:
fallen from the heavens above, fortunate was blue Earth in love!

Orientation:
Straight but seem to be drifting

Interested In:
poetry, writing, chatting

Status: Single, still a virgin

Smoke: Don't smoke
Drink: too young to start drinking

Fetishes:

1. A goddess though, seems to kneel before domme females, begging them to hire her for menial jobs, especially as their toilet skivvy girl, to clean them, tongue bathe them,
clean then when they take a dump.
if they need her to be even their personal toilet seat,
for dumplings or for pee!

2.
She would make submissive men to her "mouth only" toilet slave, to do menial jobs as explained above.

3.
She'd love to feel your lips on her chubby thighs, or further down worship her succulent buns.

4.
if you long for golden pour
from creek below,
or mouth those gifts from her succulent twin suns!

Pets: sub slaves!

Member Since: January 24, 2023

Some words from goddessofglee:

what's the Goddess like

♪They call her round-faced baby girl, flawless skin, with dark brown eyes.

♪She's a brunette,
her hair crowning her gloriously,
reaching lower than her shoulder,
her bosoms proudly peep through.

♪She's chubby, not fat.

♪She's an hourglass 34:26:36,

♪bust 34": waist 26":butts 36"(inches)

♪many ask, as if they'll bye me a bra, What's your bra size? it's 34c!

♪Her height is about 5ft 6", and while walking she sways a pouting hips.

♪her tight sweatshirt and yoga short shorts cling to her thighs,
as if a second skin,
unable to be apart,
do what you may,
dare to try,
just stay away!

♪the weight and her height did have a talk, but didn't agree to differ...

♪She's a leap-year baby, you'd know the date it's the only day
but she's an age player,
so you may be any age,
but not below 18.

♪She's from the heavens above,
but for you she happened to land
on Planet Earth.

So, what do we have?
that's about all for today!
the sun's shining bright,
it's time to make hay
you've got the glee girl,
the rest comes by the way!
Sounds amazing 😍
 
The conversation - roof and rain -
it seethes; no scripted pause
that breathes precipting of the gain
in saturate applause.

4/6/23
 
What words undress a woman’s curves
as sinuously slips
along her lovely lines in swerves
past sin fully hips?

🤪

4/7/23
 
#13

so.
I introduced with a Hi,
stranger said Hello there,
I said stranger, Glee girl says Hi!
stranger waves a Hello again,
I waved back gleefully!
thinking I have,
a new friend at sea,
but was it true?
well, let's see, not really!
I said, long time no see?
stranger said well, lol,
yes, I've yet to be
I said, all alone,
I'm left alone,
looking down,
at my phone,
any new rhymes for me,
I ask the silence in the hall
yet again
stranger looked so beautifull
but a lull fell about,
not you,
your ability they doubt?
No, i cried...
try me,
I'll lead you bright!
I'm greeted with a lull
Thank you stranger
and the hall
I'll look another time!
 
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Ode to Poor E-Boning Skills

“I’m so wet for your hard cock”

(1 minute 23 seconds)

“Mmmm baby yes it is hard for your wetness”

(2 minutes 8 seconds)

“Mmmm fuck. Fuck me now”

(23 seconds)

“God yes. Fucking you hard!”

(3 minutes 4 seconds)

“I’m CUMMMINGGGG!”

(32 seconds)

“… I ummm… I came 3 minutes ago.”

(2 minutes 16 seconds)

“Oh… well I guess it’s ok that I’ve been folding laundry.”

(3 days 6 hours 14 minutes 52 seconds)

“Hey baby. 😈


Dunno if it’s a poem… it was spontaneous though. 😬
 
The eastward leaves are facing light,
while those to west still hold the night.
So parts of tree will sun attack…
so that full half is morning black.

4/10/23
 
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The extramental imagery
digesting in the brain
relaxitives the injury
that’s blocked from all the strain -

‘Til on the paper written word
wipes tools of squatting mind
and consonants that, once deterred,
with vowels release from bind.

4/14/23


*In some thread somewhere I said I wanted to connect excremental imagery to my having shit for brains… I do believe I may have proven that point. 🤪
 
As objects of distraction
that we appear to be…
reflecting the attraction
that we hope near to see,

that image of affection
as true, my love, as stands
in mirrors of connection
that touch withholding hands.

4/18/23
 
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