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Poetry challenge: Use the last line first

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As we cuddle through the night
Clinging together to fight off the dawn
Unspoken thoughts shared with a touch
If we could stay like that forever
Would the end of the world matter
Could we even notice
Could we even notice
Would we dare look
Is it all we wanted
Or more than we can take

Should we trust another
When we can't trust ourselves
Let go angel's fingers fumbling
To grasp a devil's clenched fist

(sorry not making these easier, if i'm chasing everyone off i'll stop)
To grasp a devil's clenched fist
Is not at the top of my list
I'd rather be spankin'
Or even caught wankin'
It's all in the flick of the wrist
It's all in the flick of the wrist
The coin disappeared
As the magician opened
A closed fist
A closed fist
A sign of defiance
A sign of hope
Of self-reliance

Now a finger extended
Perhaps pointing the way
Or perhaps summoning
Others for play

A single digit
Used with finesse
Soft folds to fondle
A bud to caress

More can be added
The pleasure to build
Slipping inside
An opening to fill

Deep, intense tremors
Coaxed from within
Breaking forth wildly
Goosebumps on the skin
Goosebumps on the skin
are being felt while Heath lets
himself anal fuck Maggie.

And while she also
watched Peter do the same thing
to her best friend Cameron.
So she sent Peter to Cameron’s Place
Their erotic desires to sate
Both had dressed for the time in black lace
The encounter will be anything but straight
The encounter will be anything but straight
As he pranced around in her clothing lace
Shaking his ass
Does this make me look fat
His excitement shines on his face

She answered with a slap
Then she lubed up the strap
Truly your real concern
Besides the coming burn
Is where in front the evidence is lacked
"Is where in front the evidence is lacked"
I've got zip.
Try as I might, I can't parse this line
Let alone turn it into a quip.

The meaning, after reading the stanza
Remains, to me, somewhat obscure
There's a vibe of a femdom bonanza
I'm not sure if I want to know more.
I'm not sure if I want to know more
Of what you bought at the sex shop store
Batteries, I see,
A gallon of lube, oh me!
And a large plastic sheet for the floor!
And a large plastic sheet for the floor!
If you plan to do murder be sure
It's of appropriate thickness
And towels to soak up seepage
But never ever post on twitter after the chore
But never ever post on twitter after the chore
You've heard that echo before
The legion of tweeters
with fingers of swords
may cut you to your core
May cut you to your core
Words so lightly flung about
Perhaps no thought behind
Of the hurt that they bring out

Reacting in like manner
"Gasoline on the flame"
Wedge driven deeper and wider
But always feeling shame
But always feeling shame
But for you
Who doesn't understand shame

You see my smirk as weakness
When it's really just a look of distain
Age it seems taught you nothing

So stop all your silly posting
Pissing in the wind at least
Provides the appropriate recognition
Provides the appropriate recognition
was what Kirstie and her friend Linda had done
for all those jobs I had done at the mansion.

They took me into this guest bedroom where one
of them has locked the door and they both got nude
in that room meant for any special someone.

And while one of them rode the cock of this dude,
they both looked at me with a big smile before
I let her friend ride me without being rude.

Then, after the three of us had done that chore,
we all had slept on that one bed until Four.
Provides the appropriate recognition
Does the touch my fingers convey
Familiar, exciting, erotic
As we begin our sexual play

Your fingers likewise find haven
In a harbor so familiar to you
So often this dance has been swirled
But 'tis always begun anew
Quote by lynnwitt
Provides the appropriate recognition
Does the touch my fingers convey
Familiar, exciting, erotic
As we begin our sexual play

Your fingers likewise find haven
In a harbor so familiar to you
So often this dance has been swirled
But 'tis always begun anew




Hate to tell you this but I had already done it before you.
Hate to tell you this but I had already done it before you.
In fact it's been years since I was a virgin
But that doesn't mean I won't completely adore you
And didn't need any particular urgin'

Your body, a temple, without the money lenders
I worship at your altar of delight
Your habit now includes stockings and suspenders
Please sister, leave your wimple on tonight.

I was surprised you made this lewd suggestion
And by how you've so eagerly begun.
Though it's a mortal sin without a question
It's not every day you get to fuck a nun.
{And, for the un-enlightened, I know exactly what I'm doing}

It's not every day you get to fuck a nun.
Or a can for that matter
Of course if that's your drift
You can perhaps stand the clatter

Nuns and cans line the way
When returning from the sea
Cans are kept to the port
Nuns on the starboard be

Perhaps your desire covers both -
Buoys of both flavors
And maybe gulls, too, appeal
Feel free to ask their favors!
Feel free to ask their favors!
Anticipate lots of rejection
Keep at it till one of them wavers
Then show her your Star Trek collection.

I'll leave the rest up to you
But let me know what happens next
Though I can't guess what you two will do
I'm betting it won't involve sex.
"I'm betting it won't involve sex"
He suddenly managed to blurt
"I've tried 'till I'm blue in the face
And still can't get 'neath her skirt!"

"At lease she should send me a picture
Of some intimate part of herself -
I'd frame it and place it right there
On my lengthy genitalia shelf!"

Over the years he'd collected
Quite an abundance of images, you see;
Arranged for his viewing pleasure
And a wild masturbation spree!
And a wild masturbation spree
Jane was enjoying has made me
get naked and pull that sex toy
out of her pussy before that
cock of mine went like a fast rat
in and out of there while the joy
I was feeling almost had to
cause me to shoot hot cum into
her making a man out of boy.
Her making a man out of boy
Making a man out of boy who
A man out of boy who smiled
Man out of boy who smiled shyly
Out of boy who smiled shyly often
Of boy who smiled shyly often when
Boy who smiled shyly often when laid
Who smiled shyly often when laid well
Who smiled shyly often when laid well
In the TARDIS after the file crew departed.
Billie Piper got it many times, you could tell.
Often finishing before The Doctor started.

(I'm referencing Sci-Fi
For any bewildered folk.
For those not familiar,
That was a time-travel joke.)

Time Lords are all
Just dirty old men.
They roll back the years
To shag Rose again and again.

If I were a Time Lord
Back in time I'd go, lickety-split.
And make love to Paula
Who I learned, years later, was totally up for it.

Time travel's not achievable
I've heard it said
But that's what I thought about
Getting Paula in bed.
Getting Paula in bed.
Might be a nice goal
But you'll need
A convenient wormhole

Such as that time
With the lady named Bright
Who departed one day
And returned the prior night

Faster than light
The Tachyon Express
Just might lead
To a time-tangled mess!

RB courting a lady
Making her his lover
Just to find
She's his great-grandmother!
She's his great-grandmother
happens to be what that traveler
through time was supposed to remember
instead of sticking his cock into her
pussy and sucking one tit and the other
before shooting cum like a dam buster
and causing her to be his child's mother.
And causing her to be his child's mother
A not quite accidental fact
Darkness might have obscured desires
But eyesight was a sense unneeded
It wasn't quick as sometimes goes
Rush was pended til the end
It was then that time collapsed
And found them back together again
And found them back together again
Those two roads diverging in the the yellow wood
Either thoroughfare or a leafy lane
No course will do you any good

Across and through the wood our roads will wend
But each leads to a single destination
Those paths all merge to one at journey's end
Where all our fates are met in conformation.
where all our fates are met in conformation
a tragic thought indeed
give me maladaptation
and give me something that stings