Plumbing
Allen Wilbert

Plumbing
screaming in pain
cleaning her drain
it was very clogged
I am very logged
loved my plumbers crack
she gave my ass a smack
faucet beginning to leak
from the point of the peak
ended up in bed
she gives good head
wanted bill to be free
told me during my morning pee
I said you lost your mind
so I poked her from behind
how about half price
she said sorry no dice
please free she would beg
as she played with my third leg
running wild was my imagination
you could feel my frustration
after the plumbing was all done
it turned out she was a nun

Mari Gee
Apr 12, 2012

i am the piper
cept my pipes are
a bit rusty

out of tune
melancholy

its too late for monthly checkups


but you never seem to mind

but you see the only reason they are
so worn out
is because i sing my melody
as loud and beautiful as I can
every time we do the dance of passion

no, they can't be rusty
because
i've serenaded so many other women before you
that can't be

you,
your melody is sweet, pure, harmonious
but of course, you've only just started

you make me feel like an old man
whose pipes have seen generations
i almost feel bad serenading such a pure heart

but i know what will happen
you will leave me soon
yes, I know from our passion dances that you
love me
but when you find another whose music is sweeter
more pure than my coarseness
i promise
you will love him more

its only a matter of time...

Wack Tastic
Wack Tastic
Nov 14, 2013

Watching strange scenes,
On a fabricated screen,
I did not know where I ended,
And the vision,
Existed.

Hip Heart
Hip Heart
Sep 29, 2012

Words flow no longer a trickling drip

but the raging Mississippi with that

dream steamboat demotic.

It is good and I am whole.

The spirit is alive

and flows from these enlivened fingertips.

I am my own and this energy will be harvested.

I will storm and I will rage from dawn

Through the twinkling night.

plumbing your depths...

The topography of your body...
Is the landscape
I call home.
Scaling your heights
plumbing your depths...
your wetlands
and peaks.
If I were blind
I could find my way
by tracing your form
with my greedy hands.

ignores the grid of labyrinthine plumbing
Daniel A Russ
Jul 4, 2010

Weird smell in the bathroom.

I'm pretty sure it's coming
from behind the toilet.

It expands up past tile floors
ignores the grid of labyrinthine plumbing
to drift
around long-past-cast-porcelain
wall-panels asynchronous by decades
ignoring the mirror more murky than coherent
and into my sensory network
as I add to the problem.

And is now a rich bitch with plumbing!
Rachel Elizabeth
Rachel Elizabeth
Sep 14, 2010

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill collected the life insurance
And is now a rich bitch with plumbing!

Copyright Teresa Joy 2010
with bad plumbing
sabrina
sabrina
Mar 4

you cry
like the sky on a slate day
the world is a tsunami of
coffee and dusty light
cityscapes
and crumpled pillows.
my life is a studio apartment
with bad plumbing
I need you
I am a plastic bag
I miss your green luminescence

redit Cards discreetly billed to ‘Avi’s Plumbing
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

INCALL

$500 first hour

$300 each additional hour

$2000 overnight

OUTCALL

$700 first hour

$350 each additional hour

$2500 overnight

UPGRADES

B&D; $300

S&M; $300

Roleplay $200

Costumed Roleplay $300

Blow Jobs N/C

Around the World (me) $100

Around Your World $300

Golden Showers $150

Hitler’s Thing (don’t even ask)

Teabagging $200

Sploshing $200

Gun Fetish $200

Foot Fetish $150

Other Fetishes P.O.R

Cash or Credit. Credit Cards discreetly billed to ‘Avi’s Plumbing’

P.O.R - Price On Request
the pipe dreams are now piping in the plumbing that runs beneath the streets
LuminUmbra
LuminUmbra
Apr 4, 2012

A mechanized millennium
studded
with silver rivets hammered from
the once glorious dreams of the populace
They are now all identical.
cylindrical
instruments that pierce the flesh of progress
conformity:
the price paid to advance across the toll bridge
that is "the betterment of society"


But bland and boring can hardly be better
than stark and standoffish rants of individual pipe dreams
They took those too-
the pipe dreams are now piping in the plumbing that runs beneath the streets
we walk all over them.
only half realizing they exist and not half caring
anymore
with spirits that lack luster our
low lackluster dreams are dying

 
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