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"There was a woman from poole Who said let's meet, i said cool I whipped out my cock She stood there in shock And now it's covered in drool!đ That just popped in my headđ„Ž" Love it đ | |||
"Roses are red Violets are blue I'm trying to say I wanna bum you " Haha đ xx | |||
"To the tune of Santa Claus is coming to town: You better not shout You better not cry You better bite the pillow cus I'm going in dry Saaaanta Claus is coming to town, Santa Claus is coming, to town" Love it lol đ x | |||
"Dissarranochick went to Reno Where she lost all her cash playing keno. So, she lay in her back, opened her crack And now she owns the casino!" That's ace lol đ x | |||
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"Their was a young girl from eiling Who once had a particular feeling She laid on her back And parted her crack And pissed all over the ceiling." You men are such poets lol xx | |||
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"Roses are red, Roses are thorny, You & your cock, Make me real horny " Love it đ x | |||
"From my profile: . "Ode to a wishful gangbang" . I wish I could I wish I might Wish the wish I wish tonight. . I wish a man Came through my door Tall and strong and hot and more. . And swept me up And threw me down And banged me in my silky gown. . And when he'd had His wicked way He said that I'm a damned good lay. . Then when I looked On Fab I found He'd told his mates, who're coming round. . And with this wish After tonight I may just find my hole's not tight đ" Love it haha đ x | |||
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"There once was a girl from the Shire I'd snuggle and spoon by the fire She'd flip like a Flounder, I'd get on and pound her She'd orgasm til she would tire" Love it đ x | |||
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"There was a young lady on fab Who would arrive to a meet in a cab She ordered champagne all night And gave me a fright Because she put all the drinks on my tab! Mr đș đđđđ " | |||
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"Roses are red, This is my knife.... Get in the fucking van! đđđ" Think my elbow would be in your face, and my foot between your balls lol đ xx | |||
"She said sheâs a hussy Fine, Iâm not fussy Get on the bed Give me some head And then Iâll devour your sweet wet perfect warm inviting cosy caring generous bounteous tender exquisite pussy. Sounds very hot đ„ đ„” Does this scan?" | |||
"She played a neat trick And tucked in her dick Because Monday to Friday she was Trevor Mr đș " Haha love it đ | |||
"Couple of haikus for you. Heartbeat felt within As weighted on her I lie Hair in fingers yoked hands breathlessly clasped In harmony chests heaving At ears whispers sigh â€ïž đ " | |||
"Is it ok if I start a highly topical Fab poem, for others to complete? There was a woman called Heather For whom I sorted a delivery of whatever The delivery was fine đ The driver was divine. " | |||
"Roses are red I fucked the neighbour called Lydia But the jokes on me Because she gave me chlamydia. The mr " Haha đ đ€Ł | |||
"There was a young lady on fab Who would arrive to a meet in a cab She ordered champagne all night And gave me a fright Because she put all the drinks on my tab! Mr đș " â€ïž | |||
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tirâd with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heavenâs Zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That thâeyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads thâhillâs shadow steals.
Off with that wiry Coronet and shew
The hairy Diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this loveâs hallowâd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes, heavenâs Angels used to be
Received by men; Thou Angel bringst with thee
A heaven like Mahometâs Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know,
By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go,
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mannâd,
My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothâd must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlantaâs balls, cast in menâs views,
That when a foolâs eye lighteth on a Gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like booksâ gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus arrayâd;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see revealâd. Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew
Thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first; why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.
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"i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh⊠And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new (e.e. Cummings)" Lovely đ | |||
"And John Donne referencing Christopher Marlowe đđđŠ Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. There will the river whispering run Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun; And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray. When thou wilt swim in that live bath, Each fish, which every channel hath, Will amorously to thee swim, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth, By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both, And if myself have leave to see, I need not their light having thee. Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legs with shells and s, Or treacherously poor fish beset, With strangling snare, or windowy net. Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest; Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies, Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes. For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, For thou thyself art thine own bait: That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas, is wiser far than I. " Xxx | |||
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