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Post by martinshaw on Jul 9, 2011 5:06:54 GMT -5
Role Play
It’s a rug! And I like that, I said. She went red as sunset over the Grand Canyon.
I didn’t think you’d notice? she replied. I frowned and rubbed my chin into the breach. It felt like coconut hair.
I can pluck if you like, I laughed as I then fondled... Your Siamese kitten is in there, err somewhere?
We’ll make a love-heart shape and the waste we’ll sell to balding Africans, or maybe a sexy bed pillow company?
Anyway, chocks away Ginger, I’m going in again.
Cheeky! She said, chuckling. I thought you liked it?
I lifted my head up.
I do I replied, looking like Grizzly Adams, sporting a fake full beard and moustache. But first I need to check for bears with this ere pole.
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Post by amylou on Jul 9, 2011 7:30:43 GMT -5
Wow, really fun and playful Martin. Just how I like it - poems that is
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Post by martinshaw on Jul 9, 2011 15:07:53 GMT -5
Thanks for being polite, but I gotta say it was bloody terrible. That's the beauty of it all... it gives you a thick skin
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Post by amylou on Jul 9, 2011 18:29:17 GMT -5
I'm not being polite, I really really liked this poem. I thought it was so sweet and playful. I could envision the scene between two lovers being silly. I loved it! So I take it this is not my poem since you say it's terrible? LOL
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Post by martinshaw on Jul 9, 2011 19:34:41 GMT -5
Wanna scrap?
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Post by amylou on Jul 9, 2011 19:55:23 GMT -5
I'm always ready to scrap! Everyone says I'm scrappy! LOL I'll be posting my sucky poem soon. No time to write today.
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Post by amylou on Jul 9, 2011 21:30:25 GMT -5
Okay Mr. Moderator day number three and this is me.... tomorrow will be better this I know for tonight was spent sipping Sangria while watching his favorite show
Sanctuary
You're a soldier wounded suffering seen life taken faced death with the bravest of hearts. Awaken, my love I'm your angel. Let me shield you encounter you possess you.
You'll make the most passionate lover I know, desiring to please the one who has captivated a heart turned to stone. The one who inspires such beauty to be born within.
I crave to hear my name dance across your dimpled smile and allow your words to fill me cover me smother me. I think of you having never gazed into your eyes, Aren't they blue? My favorite color.
I dream you're gentle because I'm fragile. Your hands callus, but your touch so soft. Your jaw clinched wanting me, because I'm the one you cherish most. A chance to make love to me is a moment in heaven where you would stay forever and I would let you, because Earth has been your hell.
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Post by martinshaw on Jul 10, 2011 5:13:27 GMT -5
Wow. I'm humbled and I like it. I'm off to work. Late again.
speak later
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Post by amylou on Jul 10, 2011 14:33:33 GMT -5
sorry you were late...
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Post by martinshaw on Jul 10, 2011 15:29:42 GMT -5
I'm always late. I've watched my own funeral!
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Post by martinshaw on Jul 10, 2011 16:16:28 GMT -5
The sound of asleep for me is the snorting breath of my unconscious wife; brought on by formaldehyde, a melting nappy leakage from urine phosphate! She holds on to it like gold to the conservative government, then let’s go when the worlds asleep and there’s no need.
I will dance under Niagara Falls when she kicks the bucket. In fact I will kick the same bucket just to make sure. Actually, I’ve been practicing on the beach with plastic ones, the skinny blokes cowering at my looming torso and the site of my bulge sticking out like a number1 torpedo half stuck in its shaft.
In all honesty I do love her, but I also love marbles and gobstoppers, there dual value is each a slingshot straight between the eyes.
She wears a nappy because of her seeping red hog-warts and a racing sphincter screaming like, Niky Lauder in a burst of engine flatulence crashing through my nasal cavity.
Anyway like I say, I love her, and love will never die? not like the rats that keep crawling and dying up her arse.
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