A pale, pink blossom
Dewed by falling rain at night.
She touches it now.
Trinket-wrote haiku
Made Mazza seem slutty. Ha!
All in fun for sure.
I wanted a wank
in your wash room machine hose
the juice bit me balls
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Haikus aren't horny.
Writers make them so, but then
Haikus aren't horny.
Wish myself away
sweet, tender oblivion
If wishes came true....
Staring at the keys
What's another word for fuck?
Cyber sex mind block.
" I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer"
Woody Allen
Quiescent dreams, I'm
In want of a lover who
Whispers my name
Whispers, hot and raw;
Nibbles at the earlobe now;
Honey spills quickly.
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Lush Stories contest
Chance to win a potato
Send your story now
Potato in front
Of your speedo looks better
Than when put behind
exposed to expose
toes pointed, soles reveal her
the painter, naked.
I'm in a bad mood
Everything pisses me off
I hate everyone
I love you, Trinket
I'll post some crap on your wall
That should cheer you up!
Today's a snow day
Was hoping to get work done
But my plans are foiled!
Thanks for the crap Mazz
He's some sexy eye candy!
You cheered me up lots!
Remember it's true.
Things seem less serious when
You have no clothes on.
What? a potato?
I want a lelo instead
what a crappy prize.
Your long stick of flesh,
Put it in my big bottom.
Now we have the sex.
latex panties tight
worth the time to put them on
never stay on long
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
Tongue licking on me,
Her eyes closed; fingering her
Wetness. Is this lust?
I found a Trinket,
Wrapped in a shiny blanket,
avoiding dirty sprouts.
Lots to do today
But life's gotten in the way!
Oh well, tomorrow?
How at a distance
The scent of honey is ripe
To guide the hungry
Inadvertent mess
Premature ejaculate
You still got some cum
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Beads of moisture fall
Caught between our ectasy
Rivers of delight
Night falls like mischief
Steamy Missouri echoes
A whisper: "Show me...."
Pain like a bee sting
I've been stung by a big prick
Life's a bitch sometimes
(dedicated to my soon to be ex-husband.)