#hairy
I work hard, work out, drink some tea
You are so gorgeous and I see
No matter what's the level of your grass
I like your lips, your ***** and ***
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
Hairy Jerry played his songs
Through the years
And trips so long
Hairy Jerry grinned and bared
Loved and laughed
and sang and shared
The heads looked up
They felt he cared
They loved their Hairy Jerry Bear
Now all the lot kids,
******** in bulbs
All agree that Hairy Jerry
Was the best bulb screw-er of all.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
She'd asked for a teabag
one lump or two.
I asked casually??
But replied that she didn't need one
at the moment!
and could
I drop them off later.
So as she slept, I edged closer..
her mouth open..
I asked did she want
one bag dipped
or two..
She sheepishly said in tired mummers
two....
And believe me with her mouth ajar.
they fell into her warmth..
Swilling in here moistness
As she gagged...
ok may be I should have
dipped one..
Because now my bags are swollen
and I'm not dipping them
anywhere soon..
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
She gets high
to forget
feeling low.
In that instance the hair on her legs and her blood pressure spike, saluting the broken record chips rhythmically spinning above her dimmed wits.
Up, down,
with nothing to break down.
Deeply depressed,
she's high but low.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
He said
_“You’re a bear.”_
I said
_“No, I’m a fish.
Two fish, actually
Swimming
in opposite directions
One tells me: Do it!
The other says: Oh no
you betta don’t!”_
He said
_“No. You’re a bear.”_
I said
_“No. Actually,
I’m a monkey.
A crazy, funny monkey
who can pick up stuff
with his toes
then wonder when
I’ll evolve
(Even my pops used to call
me his 'little monkey'.)”_
He said
_“Just face it.
YOU.
ARE.
A.
BEAR.”_
I said
_“I beg to differ,
I am a night owl
that stares at stars
or watches Friends
reruns in the wee hours
of the morning.
Ask me a question
I’ll show you how
wise I am.”_
He said
_“Do you know that
you are a bear?”_
I said
_“Nope. I’m a snake.
I have tremendous
sympathy for others,
great depth of perception
Am intense, passionate,
determined,
at times, headstrong.”_
He said
_“But, you are also a bear.
A hairy bear.”_
I said
_“Fine. I’m a bear.
Are you happy?
I’m grumpy, lumbering
& hate bees.
I’m hairy,
I hibernate.
I.
Am.
A. Bear.”_
(after a taste
of honey)
I said
_“And what are you
Hmmm…?”_
He said
_“I’m an otter.
hairy & cute
just like you
Now, give me your paw
Let’s go splash
around in the river.”_
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
The cops, they couldn't see it
but she did, right away
the perp had a small problem
a virtual **** toupee
Overflowing tress', *****
like a Farah Fawcett wig
poking out his zipper
hiding all, that wasn't big
So ware the sexts you send
and don't mistype receiver
sending hairy **** pics
making the ladies gasp
and a hirsute ***** believer
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
hair dashing vision deploy sud featherless\
motion in active taste bud slipped on eternal\
tip of my tongue whistle lunge internally\
**** drizzle dripped seating scampi intestine\
grip swung intensity hitting uvula grump\
the bedroom slippers pajama snap running\
throat hiccups stuck doll sitting smudge crap\
pat tack in scratch mouth I due alley loop mucus\
packing trunk wood you irritate stove chappy baker\
hunk the lock spinning the sling cling on schnapps\
surviving by the beer Craving Peace of ear confession minding\
the sake of better judgement intrigue maleficent impression\
spite traditional contraceptive contradict hypocritical Kitab rewrite\
Ktab inducting paschen arrange friction pronounce tissue adjudicated\
hit or miss mission issue clevis tension ******** metabolism buoyant crevice\
sullied virginity abolishing hip ripping meat window damp moist cherry\
fur confined steed Structurally Mounting **** transcoding soil instrumenting\
matrimony ring band regent gown slapping *** crack Larry the Cable Guy wed\
Din Din Baby Fat Naming like/
be Naming Baby Shat Chat/
bei spin nozzle creek up/
drift bottleneck swifty/
dream line bleachers/
above the body top/
under tummy tuck/
wackbush stroke/
c ******** broad/
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
This is an ode for chicks who tough it,
About an empowered Little Miss Muffet,
Sitting alone there on her tuffet,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
Or was he a predator?
What was he after her for?
So, she said to the spider,
Who sat down beside her,
"Rak off, hairy legs!
Don't even beg!
Less is more, less is more,
P.O.Q. , you naughty predator!"
And she ate her own curds and whey!
Empowering Miss Muffets these days,
Hopefully, us old bags do say......
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
enclosed secrecy
sleep does awaken beauty
new existence birthed
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Spank it, **** it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Make it hard, just us those palm muscles
That have been working over time on this
Single person and their knackered hand.
****** it, shout at it, **** this doesn't usually
Happen, dam why are you not going hard.
Put **** on it make it wet, like in a *****
Just imagine two wet lips legs nicely spread
Apart, just pam and her five sisters and a
Lonely curved palm.
Use your imagination so it,ll stay hopefully
Hard, my god my hands going dead this is
To much like hard work.
Tug in silence or moan out loud, over a magazine
Or over **** on TV, sound turned down don't
Want other to know, what ever floats the boat just
To get to that point that you need to ooze it all out.
But for the love of god make sure your door is locked,
To have your mother or wife walk in saying,
**"WHAT THE ****
You'll be limp in a second, and lost for a good excuse.
Of why you got **** toilet roll and hand spanking
While shouting filthy ***** words out.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Wake up pleasured, I feel it as you lick my
Stiffness awoken from sleep,
"ARRR,
Your tongue feels rough, but I like it woken
Pleasured from my sleep.
I open my eyes turn my head to the side
There you are still asleep, panic on a face,
As what is under the sheets still pleasuring
Me more, just one more minute, NO....
Under the sheets I do look woken by pleasure
But not any more.
There are two pussy's I see as I look under the
Sheets, one shaved, one hairy and its the hairy
One licking while looking at me.
I am pleasured, but animal style, this cat is out
The door. Violated am I, never to tell the woman
I love, that another ***** has pleasured me nearly
Releasing the milk that would have made it purr.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Once I knew a spider
wore Doc Martens on his feet,
eight holes on eight hairy legs
he wasn't too discrete.
He rode a lengthy shadow
while he stomped around the floor
this micro “muy macho”
unabashedly cocksure
I trapped him in a glass one night
And told him at the door
“My wife she doesn't like you
don’t you come around no more”
But spiders rarely listen
and ignoring my request
next evening he returned once more
our octo-booted guest
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
So I scuttled up, until I found a voice like Japan, I read him his rights, turned out the lights, and laid right back on the sand. They said, "Sir, he was much of a father to me, but we were labeled his kin, right in our family tree." "Oh wow", I said, with a gentle, smooth voice, he went missing last August, but now he wants back you boys?" "Oh yes, he sure is a feral man. We think that's why he dried up and flew to Japan." Right then, the two of them went silent just like two second story men, so I inquired, "What happened then?" "From Monday thru Sunday he took to prayer from the bible, and on every other weeknight he watched Japan's Top Model. He threw gallant parties to a harem of wives, he read each of their palms, and looked in their eyes; some time later, when everyone was about to leave, he'd turn on Happy End and start a wild **** By this time I was tired, the sun began to set, I grew tired of my beach patch and yearned for my bed. Although soporific, I tried to be polite, I said, "Let's finish this conversation some other time." "Of course!", they said, "We're off to bed. We'll see that you'll do the same." Then they stood up quick, and reached down and picked up my chains. The beach we laid on was black top, asphalt and tar, the bed I craved was behind a row of private bars. The two of them, them both, were children of mine, because my memory is shot, this might've been their millionth time. i got locked up in a county that's dry as a beach, like Elizabethtown, Kentucky, where I was raised till 13. No one, not even the warden, knows really why I'm here, even some man from Cell Block Five, asked me last Sunday, why was I here. My beach perhaps, it's love at last, concrete, gravel, and stone- a 6' x 10' room with bars and a porcelain throne. It's mine I cry, each night I die, with glee, with smile, with rite. But it makes the other guys run at me, and try to start random fights. I don't remember the boat I took, but I remember the tour, going to Japan at Epcot Center since I'd never gone before.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC