"chas" poems
I hope to meet a hiking goddess
Maybe when I go to Yosemite
In my dreams
She has similar interests as I do
She enjoys history and philosophy
She is fit
And has a powerful
And athletic body
She can even squat more than me
In my fantasy
And with those powerful legs
Can easily pin me down
We hike the trails together
And at night
I give her oral pleasure
For hours on end
What a way to spend
A few days at Yosemite
I told her about my pledge
Of chastity
And it is so hard for me
(literally, lol)
She came equipped with many toys
And so I put on
My chastity belt
Just as she requested
She is staying in another tent
I take a peak
And see a taller
More powerful man
Caressing her with his hands!
I cry a bit inside my tent
She told me she was a ****** too
And I won't let that man
Take her virginity away
No, not ever
Not on this day
I steal her away
From that man
Virgins we will both remain
I tell her
He will just leave you
*** is a dangerous game
And so better companions
We came to be
Me providing oral pleasure
And both of us
Committed to
Our pledge of chas-ti-ty
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
O show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
When first thy pencil did those beauties give,
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live,
How did those prospects give my soul delight,
A new creation rushing on my sight?
Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue,
On deathless glories fix thine ardent view:
Still may the painter’s and the poet’s fire
To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire!
And may the charms of each seraphic theme
Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame!
High to the blissful wonders of the skies
Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes.
Thrice happy, when exalted to survey
That splendid city, crown’d with endless day,
Whose twice six gates on radiant hinges ring:
Celestial Salem blooms in endless spring.
Calm and serene thy moments glide along,
And may the muse inspire each future song!
Still, with the sweets of contemplation bless’d,
May peace with balmy wings your soul invest!
But when these shades of time are chas’d away,
And darkness ends in everlasting day,
On what seraphic pinions shall we move,
And view the landscapes in the realms above?
There shall thy tongue in heav’nly murmurs flow,
And there my muse with heav’nly transport glow:
No more to tell of Damon’s tender sighs,
Or rising radiance of Aurora’s eyes,
For nobler themes demand a nobler strain,
And purer language on th’ ethereal plain.
Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night
Now seals the fair creation from my sight.
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I'm a Champ
He is a Chump
His *** you need to dump
So load up on your pump
Go out and shake your ****
Um Ya need to feel this playas swaggle
As I diggle in your daggle
Fiddle ya then stab ya
*** on...slide up and down my pole
Lick it
Slurp it watch me as I grow
Hmm señoritas let me rub your chi chas
You can be me Mija
Every time I see ya
Blow ya ***** up with my D bomb
Shrapnel from my nut
ya need to stay yo *** calm
Hmm that's how I dews it
Confuse it then lose it
Go ahead and choose it
I promise to abuse it
Um yous Filthy and so *****
*** so fucken pretty
Wake you up early to get ya ***** swirly
I will be your ecstasy
Go ahead and swallow me
***** so sprung
Why ya always following me?
Huh, My **** will show you magic
Makes your ***** so spastic
Have you fiending for my ****
Too bad you can't have it..
Huh, I aim to tease
***** begging me please
Drop down on them knees
Give this Scorpio a squeeze
Um I'm *******
this game I'm back to running
Who woulda thought
M.A.N would come back more stunning
Hmm thats just my stinger
Born to be a bringer
My presence seems to linger
I'm in your ***** with my finger
lol that's just my stamp
I feel I got you damp
A King wears a crown
So does this Cali Champ!! Ugh..
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Pedazo de verde banco
que ocupo ahora otra vez...
Pienso en la ola y el pez
y el faro tuerto y blanco.
Yo tuve un día a mi flanco
otro río de calor,
alguna cintura en flor,
hasta en este propio asiento.
Hoy sólo me roza el viento,
blando, como ayer, de amor.
Si puede no escriba más
esta estrofa dura y leda,
celebraré la alameda
que no se acaba jamás.
El leve y vario chis chas
que hacen entre sí las hojas,
las últimas nubes rojas,
el río, ***** del todo,
mi bastoncillo, mi codo,
y mis dos rodillas flojas.
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the queen of the weekend wakes
and looks around her chamber
loosesly scattered Target clothes cover the **** carpet floor
she walks to the shower and pours Bath and Body works soap in her hair
dries her face and puts on her CVS brand make up
proudly walks to her wallet and go to Dunkin Donuts for a coffee
she sits and puts her earphones in
hair up in a damp bun
she sips her coffee and watches the flow of people through the glass pane door
at 3 o clock she get up and calls her friends
a plan to meet at Cha Chas in manhatten is aranged for 7pm
she goes home and picks the clothes off the floor
goes to the tiny closet and pulls out a slinky black dress and heels
curls her hair and re applies her mascara and lip stick
she grabs her phone and wallet and heads out the door to go find her king
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC