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eileen mcgreevy Aug 2010
Her thighs squeezed gently on his head,
His mouth went wildly exploring,
Her back arched, begging him to go further,
Those brazen hussies said he was boring.

This lust would take him to new depths,
They vowed to teach eachother,
She felt so *****, being honest,
She basqued in her new lover.

Her tongue sought out such pleasure here,
He lost his bearings often,
His sword, left there for her to ****,
She searched his garments coffin.

She logged on nightly wanting him,
He waited for her signals,
Oh what a pity, he was fake,
Her ideal man , was pixels.
SK Fisher Oct 2011
Before your smile stole my innocence
I had already entered the gates of insanity
Before the stars collided above us
I had stepped off the edge of the horizon
Before I took another wrong turn
You took my hand and turned me around

My life is a smoky haze
and this be my life, not a phase
I get warped in my brain
and nothing I do, can ease the pain
Blood shot eyes, none for other chix
For you my darling, will be my fix

They hate the way I live
and their satisfaction, I will not give
I'm at the mercy, of your double edged blade
but my love for you, will not fade
So just like the end, of a glorious play
we'll be happy together, at the end of the day
the dirty poet May 2019
art, chix & wine are fine
but artchix & wine are divine!

— The End —