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Poetry challenge: Use the last line first

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"I love you"
Eight letters arranged
To form a spell eternal
Ignited by passion's flame

Too often the young fire burns
So brightly at the start
But then cools to dark cinders
With a changing of the heart
Quote by lynnwitt
"I love you"
Eight letters arranged
To form a spell eternal
Ignited by passion's flame

Too often the young fire burns
So brightly at the start
But then cools to dark cinders
With a changing of the heart




She doesn't listen good... does she?
With a changing of the heart
After all this time has passed
Can forgiveness be so easy
For others maybe, perhaps

Oh to be invisible
Well it seems I must be so
With a changing of the heart
It's really just fucking sad
It's really just fucking sad
when my wife came home and got mad
at the sight of soaking in
the bathtub and letting our next
door neighbor ride without one text
my stiff cock and enjoy the sin
that we had without letting her
join us for a threesome after
she tossed my stuff in the trash bin.
It's really just fucking sad
That emotions become so twisted
Sometimes we should just stand apart
Holding ourselves tightfisted

But, 'tis not in human nature
For most to remain unbound
There's always that special someone
We trust that we have found
Quote by lynnwitt
It's really just fucking sad
That emotions become so twisted
Sometimes we should just stand apart
Holding ourselves tightfisted

But, 'tis not in human nature
For most to remain unbound
There's always that special someone
We trust that we have found



Seriously... what did I do wrong?
We love one another
Transcending sexual lust
But that part's not denied
At least so I trust!

Consummating in physical bliss
A melding of each separate soul
Becoming one is spirit and flesh
From which there can be no parole
From which there can be no parole
Of laws broken there can be no atone
The cost of existence is purchased by all
With currency of metal and stone

With woe to those whose pockets fail
Excuses, explanations won't make bail
Only time served acceptable in our realm
With neither light or dark, dull grey prevails
With neither light or dark, dull grey prevails
Describes the weather in Wales
Gloomy Brecon hills
Through the mist
Ephemerally exist
Sheep bleat in winter sleet
Misshaped hobgoblins crowd every Cardiff street
But they can sing!
My heart rejoices
Hearing Welshmen raise their voices.
And Gwynneth from Pontypool
Knows how to handle your tool.
Knows how to handle your tool.
The Village Blacksmith, indeed!
Laying it on the anvil
Hamm'ring with awesome speed!

Your tool will be well-handled
Perhaps in ivory or horn
Hammered to complete integration
Your need of Viagra shorn
Your need of Viagra shorn
One hedge-clipper slip and it's gone
There's nothing to see here, alas.
Just call me Ken from now on.

Manscaping is fraught with peril
There are risks involved, so be wary
Use clippers, or maybe a razor
Not something designed for topiary

But digits and tongue are intact
I make lovers cum with my fingers
With climactic shivers she's wracked
And who doesn't love cunnilingus?
And who doesn't love cunnilingus her new husband asked his reluctant bride?
She pulled up the covers and avoided his eyes
He reached out a hand and lightly stroked her hair
"It's okay really now that you're my wife, we'd do things together and will all be alright"

She glanced up at the ceiling then towards the window close
Biting on her lower lip, a blush upon her throat
"Well if you say it's okay, I will let you go down there"
Thinking to herself with an inner smile, if he's any good I'll drown the bastard with my squirt.

(well best I could do with a few moments on my hands lol)
Thinking to herself with an inner smile, if he's any good I'll drown the bastard with my squirt.
She stood at poolside for a while, in flower-print low-cut summer skirt

A swimsuit under, nonetheless,
So swiftly stripped out of her dress.
She conjured up a coy exchange
Luring him within her range
A cannonball is so outmoded
Supersoaker locked and loaded
Squirt and splash, the supersoaker shot
Giving him all that she had got
A dumber girl you never met
Her target was already wet.
Her target was already wet
From tears of earlier forfeits
Dried quickly under direct sunlight
Stains forgotten
Evaporated
Their reality a question of the mind
Their reality a question of the mind
Answers sought, answers given
With voices unfamiliar

The tone one I've often used
Is the sound just in my skull

But is that what I was askin'
My mind sometimes wobbles
And I forget where I last kneeled

Where others show me
And mostly judge me
But first look up
And watch for diamonds passing by
And watch for diamonds passing by
as I lay down and watch the sky
and let her open her shirt and
start riding my cock good and hard
until something comes out this pard
soft and gooey but also grand
before we rest a little bit
and see that it is time to split
back home with the rest of the band.
back home with the rest of the band
From band-camp, wasn't it grand?
There's stories to relate
About that hot date
And not just a one night stand.

Sadly, she lives in Canada
Which ended our flirtation
But she definitely exists
And is not merely my imagination.

No, I'm telling the truth.
But don't have the proof you seek.
Stop saying I made her up
And I'm still just a Sousaphone geek.

It happened for sure, I assure you
Stop telling me she wasn't real
My hands were all up in her tuba
She played on my glockenspiel.

Band camp is nerd nirvana
When cornettists sex lives catch fire
With piccolo girls from Ontario
But friends still call them a liar.
But friends still call them a liar
for not sharing how the one fire
in their pussies had gotten stoked
while they were each with some stud jock
who happens to have a huge cock
ready to get her pussy fucked
good and hard until the cum shot
out of his rod and had just got
that one babe's belly to get packed.
But friends still call them a liar
Though they doggedly attempt to prove
The feats performed by the fire
Were none of which one disapproves

The blankets strewn at the hearth
Make a warm, cozy nest to enjoy
The pleasures of soft, naked flesh-
Fingers and tongues to employ

We'll certainly explore each other,
Feminine bodies entwined
Each mound and crevice caressed
Crescendoing to sixty-nine
Crescendoing to sixty-nine
The count becoming sublime
At first we thought a ten
That soon became twenty
Realizing the mootness of it all
Realizing the mootness of it all
And adopting a philosophical view
Lets us then step back and consider
The value of relationships anew

Is there some way to assign
A ranking, numerical, to each?
Or is each so subtly unique
That no comparison may be reached?

The spectrum runs lust to love
With a continuum of feelings between
Intermixed in complex equations
From this, what then may we glean?
From this, what then may we glean?
Is our continuum limited and rigid
A straight line beginning with lust
Who's destination is love

Or the other way around

Or could it be
We think of planes
When a sphere exists
Full of circles and degrees

But not just lust and love exist
So does boredom, indifference and hate
The sphere a constant whirl

Dare touch that point while it spins
Risking all your only chance
With hope and fear you seek
Where love and lust intersect as one
Where love and lust intersect as one
A point, a line, or a plane
Or a volume of dimensions manifold
Where delight is e'vr attained

A space and time existing for us
In which we bask unashamed
Ever reaching for pleasure's zenith
Love's and lust's integration attained
Love's and lust's integration attained
Our imagination now unbound
Guided only by spirits flight
Where others cannot see

Stepping at the cliff's edge
Eyes open or closed
It matters not
Mind and body swirling free
Mind and body swirling free
when I had to look
up and see a blonde who does
have quite a true hook.

Her naked bod made me stop
what I've been doing
and let myself get on top
of her for fucking.
Mind and body swirling free
With intense orgasmic release
Floating in so relaxed a state
Having attained such sweet surcease

Adrift in a universe all our own
We cling together as one
Murmuring sounds transcending words
And, truly, we've just begun
And, truly, we've just begun
A step to bring us to heaven
Or a slip to deliver us hell
Origins just indifferent so

Raise your head skywards
You'll soon gaze at your feet
Don't offer your hand in welcome
Without the knife behind your back

You'll taste all that I offer
And still need to add the salt
Claiming there is no better
But really that is my fault
But really that is my fault
Is a sentence I've never heard
A guy is just wrong by default
To argue the point is absurd

For the sake of an easier life
Don't argue, don't quibble, don't fight
Just acquiesce to your wife
Even when she is wrong and you're right.

And never ask what you did wrong
If you don't know she ain't telling.
We all know the words to that song.
Now go be elsewhere in your dwelling.