"diped" poems
Her hair fell on my bare ***
as we laughed
and diped out on class
I gave her a true teaching
while she was sleeping I nibbled
and slowly paced myself up her left leg
on to the ******
where her mouth dribbled
and I know when I hit the right spot cause she gave a slight giggle
when I told her that teach was about to preach
she kinda geeked out a little bit
as the pink came into veiw of my eyes
her thieghs quivered
and she called me Ron Burgundy the way I played her flute
I put my right hand over her lips
and then put both my hands on her hips
as the honey dripped
as the honey dripped
what a lovely trip
one ride we both will never forget
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
Are you a painter of lost shadows?
A drawer of fearful silhouettes of troubled memories.
Do you have a paint brush that loves being diped in deep black ink?
Coz I got pitch-black issues...
And one of it is how bad I want you to dip into my soul...
You will find all the dark ink and paint you need...
Slowly, paint my choked brokenness on paper.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
Once Upon a Time
There was this teddy bear who was scared of the deers.
Who also kept whistling I'm here!! but the teddy bear was so closet to teardrops that he couldn't hear . but The monkey's kept jumping on the ramp then a guy named Jam said for dann.
Then his friended Sam was stamped on a tent He also ran to get some chips but some of his friends thought he diped.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC