Though green his not to *** without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Thy virginity was taken away
Thy pureness was broken like a glass
To the air thy clamor burst
The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF....



Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm

nom de plum: Mysterious Aries

Do you remember
When you called me
‘******* of the
Century?’

I do.
I remember the exact
Shade of red I went –
I can pick it out from
Colourwheels in DIY
Stores –
(“An *******’s
Shame",
Also available in gloss.)

Look –
I know what you thought
And I know what you’re
Thinking,
But you were never an
Experiment,
Never on a par with a
Night of heavy drinking,
Thinking,
‘I’ll never touch ***** again!’

And no,
I’m not sure why
We still end up in
Each other’s arms,
But I don’t think we should
Talk about it…
What good will it do
For me and you?
Why strip ourselves
Of the only innocence
We ever had?

Reliving you is
A beauty to me
Because you are the only
Souvenir of a past
Before Him,
A breathing reminder
That there was such a thing.

So,
Do you remember
Calling me
‘******* of the
Century?’
I do.
I remember the exact shade
Of red I went,
And I paint my guilt in it.

Spring's rain and winds have blown away;
Summer has died and Autumn too.
But in the sad emptiness of my heart
Winter beckons me to its cold embrace.
It is now so many long Decembers past
Since I lost the one true love of my life;
No, she did not die, I cast her out proudly
As she refused to leave her unloved spouse.
A victim of religious hypocrisy.
And now we both dread the future on our own,
Self-pitying victims of our idiotic pride.

The guy bangs awful, horrid creatures:
    To touch these things you wouldn't dare:
And undeterred by beastly features,
    He'll stick his slimer anywhere.

O.O

So many illusions in my head,
Like I'm still in bed,
Giving head.

Your American woman,
unveiled, in tight clothing.
Kicking naked men, in a pile.

How would you woman
like to be naked, in a pile with me!
How would you like it to be rolling around
on the floor naked, with your body touching mine
Naked!

Taking pictures and laughing
you are so seductive,
your wickedness,
and our naked bodies!

One day I will lock you up,
and strip you down, Naked!
and take pictures of you!

With your supple flesh,
and painted lips,
your tight pants!

Kissing, kissing in public,
and taking pictures of our naked bodies!

Merciful Allah!

Death to all infidels!

I see you there
on your white sand beach,
in your little tight bikini.
Looking like a creamy white treat.

Infidel *****!

Exposed skin
men all ogling your body,
with eyes like hands!

How would you like me
to take off my clothes in front of you!

Touch your body,
and kiss your lips!

Then you would see the effect you Infidel Flaunting Sexuality!

Your curvaceous body,
coated in sweat from the inflamed sun.
My blood boils thinking of you!

I am going to ******* American!
Put my tongue in your mouth,
kiss you!
Like you do in your pervert mind.

Your naughty fantasy
of naked man,
kissing you on a sunny beach,
tropical drink in one hand,
other hand rubbing and probing my body!

Infidel *****!

Laying there,
so ****,
you make me crazy!

Your passion *** will burn
in sinful fires,
and Allah will pass judgement
on your ***!

I will *******, for punishment
to your Infidel Flaunting Sexuality,
*******, glistening,
lips red as the drink you drink.

Infidel *****!

You John Stewart
preach your Jew Lies!
Your Christian lackey
they follow you in droves
Infidels all!
Your jokes mock Islam,
because you fear Islam,
and I will have hired
a group of men to *******!
You preach tolerance, don't condemn,
Then your Jew lie mocking jokes come.

See the pretty girl unveiled there on audience,
with ******* mostly exposed!
Such tantilization of man,
temptress flesh incarnation,
broadcast for all to see in world,
perverts pause and replay
three second close up of your *******!

And Clint Eastwood walks into studio,
old man, never shoot people for life!
Hollywood Jew lies, and brainwash propaganda.
To make money!
Zionwood!

They make ****** a regular normal thing
even before internet!
Films flaunting ***
and men and woman grinding and moaning,
tantalizing scenes of *** and beauty of woman form
driving the will to breaking,
they all want to be ******* by me!

John Stewart is laughing now,
but door lock picked,
laughing stops when they *******!