#brash
I don't speak often,
When I do I don't speak up,
But that can change.
Two colors rule my mind,
A blue hue,
A red fool.
That doesn't me I'll fight,
It certainly doesn't mean I'll lay down to die.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
Ol' Mr Rilash
the authority on panache
and once chef of Ben-Ash,
had neglected to trim his tash.
It itched and made him scratch;
Unhappy on upper lip.
A plan, a plan it hatched.
...then one time in the kitchen
on a snoozing Mr Rilash.
His tash did something brazen,
or silly or quite brash.
It pulled away and dashed
crawling through plates of mash
and hopping over paprikash
it made it to the window ledge
via the crockery left stashed.
Was it brave or was it rash,
the escaping captive tash.
Leaping and waiting for the splash,
It saw it's trajectory down below;
and landed squarely in the trash.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
All I want to do is stick my **** in a *****
deep and warm, juices gush around me
I want to make her moan and squeal
a slippery squeeze I wanna feel
push in my ***** and spill against her wall
she gasps and **** we’re spent, I fall
but I don’t have a ***** ):
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Maybe I’m crazy
for saying something so brash and sudden
and maybe words
will never do me the justice
I seek
from telling you
that all I have craved this week
is to hear your gentle knock
at the door
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC