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Shylass
Posted: Monday, June 25, 2012 9:00:07 PM

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Long story, but after discussion about people being given scores of 3 on their work, I (badly) re-wrote "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas for Lush:


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Three Fright.

Do not go gentle into melancholy,
Sinking into obscurity this day;
Rage, rage against the giving of the three.

Though horny men at their climax feel right
Because their willies had hardened and shown they
Do not take gentle into that three fright.

Good men, the last orgasms felt, crying how bright
Their spunk might have shown on a sunny day,
Rage, rage against the giving of the three.

Wild women who came and sang like birds in flight,
And wrote, alone, they grieved both straight and gay,
Do not go gentle with that given three.

Brave men, near finale, who write with insight
Blind pens could blaze like laser printers this day,
Rage, rage against the giving of the three.

And you, my friend, there on the second page,
Curse, bless, me now with your ranting blog, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that three fright.
Rage, rage against the giving of the three.








The rule is, you post the title and a link to the original (not the full thing in the thread, please, only post your version), and do your best to convert it for Lush. It could be about people, popular threads, a story, forums, anything Lushy. At some point in the future, newbies could read them, and have a good guide to all things Lush. Ha ha! They don't have to be great, folks, just do your best.

This thread is Frank_Lee's fault, so if it bombs, punish him by buying his eBook (linkage in my signature).


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LauraLee_sugah
Posted: Monday, June 25, 2012 9:11:28 PM

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i just wish i was clever enough to do this... lol.. you are a wonder, daisy....

Shylass
Posted: Monday, June 25, 2012 9:14:49 PM

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LauraLee_sugah wrote:
i just wish i was clever enough to do this... lol.. you are a wonder, daisy....


I bet you could! Pick a short one! Using the sentence structure, or the rhymes as your guide can help you. Pick a short classic, and think of something that "IS" Lush to you, or that you notice about stuff when you log on, and try it. You're not forced to post it, just because you try it. But you might surprise yourself. And the best bit is, even if it comes out crap, it's only because against the masters, very few of us could look that great, so anything goes!

Hugs


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nicola
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 4:48:36 AM

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Very clever Shylass.

I wouldn't worry about the low votes, they now get programmatically and communally ignored icon_smile

I / we can see who's doing the low voting - if it's a common occurrence, their voting gets ignored totally.
Shylass
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 8:56:10 AM

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nicola wrote:
Very clever Shylass.

I wouldn't worry about the low votes, they now get programmatically and communally ignored icon_smile

I / we can see who's doing the low voting - if it's a common occurrence, their voting gets ignored totally.


Thanks, Nicola. Hugs It's all part of Lush's rich tapestry.

Okay, let's make this a bit easier for some of you. Here's two of my most Favouritest Classic poems EVER, by Baldrick from Blackadder, The German Guns and Untitled:



The Lushie's Breasts

Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs.


Your Titties

Here's the things I seek,
Nipples that I tweak.
So I suck, suck, suck...I am a titty freak.





If you're struggling to find your own classic, why not have a bash (there's a hint!) at Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Blow, Bugle, Blow"?

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Guest
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 9:55:24 AM

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Shylass wrote:


Thanks, Nicola. Hugs It's all part of Lush's rich tapestry.

Okay, let's make this a bit easier for some of you. Here's two of my most Favouritest Classic poems EVER, by Baldrick from Blackadder, The German Guns and Untitled:



The Lushie's Breasts

Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, Boobs,
Boobs, Boobs, Boobs.


Your Titties

Here's the things I seek,
Nipples that I tweak.
So I suck, suck, suck...I am a titty freak.





If you're struggling to find your own classic, why not have a bash (there's a hint!) at Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Blow, Bugle, Blow"?


That made me laugh. Oh how I love Blackadder! Your version was funnier than the original. I will contribute btw, just lemme get my brain in order first.
Shylass
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 10:23:28 AM

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Gurlyboy wrote:


That made me laugh. Oh how I love Blackadder! Your version was funnier than the original. I will contribute btw, just lemme get my brain in order first.


Try saying it out loud to yourself exactly the way he and Blackadder do the first one! I keep cracking up laughing to myself like a complete nutter before I reach the end! Lfunny I can't find it on Youtube, though. One day, I'm going to have the boxset of Blackadder.

Thank you, lovely lad, I look forward to your contribution when you're ready. cheerleader


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Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 10:34:57 AM

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Shylass wrote:


Try saying it out loud to yourself exactly the way he and Blackadder do the first one! I keep cracking up laughing to myself like a complete nutter before I reach the end! Lfunny I can't find it on Youtube, though. One day, I'm going to have the boxset of Blackadder.

Thank you, lovely lad, I look forward to your contribution when you're ready. cheerleader


Hehe, I've already got the boxset of Blackadder and watched it all within a couple of days, such is my dedication to laughter :)
Guest
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 10:37:00 AM

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The Village Submissive (with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Under the spreading willow tree,
The village subby stands,
Her legs apart so all can see,
Her wrists in iron bands.
And ever wet as she can get,
Secretions from her glands.

From every man or woman passing
She pleads for a caress
In hopes to climax them awhile
And leave her in a mess
And most, they do, but some do not
But want to nonetheless.

The village subby is well used,
Morning, noon, and night
And yet miraculously somehow
Her orifices remain tight
And she is practiced in the arts
Of providing such delight.

Sometimes the waiting line is long
Her orgasms, they do blur
With suckings, fuckings every hour
Village loins are all astir
And everyone, if truth be told,
Wish that they were her.







Original poem: http://www.bartleby.com/102/59.html
DirtyMartini
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 10:42:17 AM

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I'm game Miss Shy Daisy...here's an absolutely abysmal re-working of Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"...
Trees - Joyce Kilmer

This one's for you and Fred...

Gingas

I THINK that though I really like nookie,
I would really prefer a ginger cookie.

A ginga whose hungry mouth is prest
Against Fred's hairy bear chest;

A ginga that looks at Fred all day,
And lifts her ginger arms to pray;

A ginga that may in summer wear
A coating of powdered sugar in her hair;

Upon whose bosom I'll soon be fed;
Who will soon become dinner for me and Fred;

Gingas are made by fools like me,
But only Fred goes behind a tree.



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Shylass
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 10:59:15 AM

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I fizzin' LOVE you guys!!! love7 Proper well done!

I need a Ginga now, as well... drunken


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magnificent1rascal
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 11:51:13 AM

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The original is Bad Morning by Langston Hughes:

Good Morning

Here I lie
With my needs all sated.
Lord, I'm pursy!
But consummated!

Maggie Rascal
Guest
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 12:45:29 PM

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Ode to a Skype Call

Hail to thee, lithe and wireless,
Call thou ever art,
Words sexy and tireless.
From Goodbye back to the start,
Delicious as a tart.

"What are you wearing?"
"Naked, as was born,
All my flesh I'm baring.
And my pussy is shorn
And only tats adorn."

"Send a photo, right away.
I want to see your body."
"Done and done", your voice doth say.
"I'm feeling very bawdy,
And randy, yes, and naughty!"

The words do flow of sexy things,
Of masturbation freely,
Of bondage ropes and fucking swings
Of positions, stands or kneel-y.
"I came for you!" "Oh, really!"

Original poem: Ode to a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/Shelley/ode_to_a_skylark.htm
DirtyMartini
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 12:48:06 PM

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Here's another Miss Shy Daisy...you got me started, and therein lies your first mistake...

Here is yet another abysmal slaughter of a perfectly good classic piece of poetry...this time out the damage is inflicted upon "My River Runs To Thee" by an otherwise innocent Emily Dickinson...
My River Runs To Thee - Emily Dickinson

My Ginga Runs To Thee

My ginga runs to thee.
Brown sugar, wilt thou welcome me?
My ginga awaits reply.
Oh! Fred, eat graciously.

I'll fetch thee a cup of tea,
And we shall feast, Fred and me.
Say, ginga,
Eat me!




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LauraLee_sugah
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 8:48:57 PM

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ok... here is my little effort...

Lost Family Jewels

I held his soft and sated jewels
as we slowly went to sleep.
The sex had been hot and the orgasm wet.
And the spasm of my puss made me weep.

I woke and ranted at my empty bed,--
His jewels (and the rest of him) gone;
And now my anger and this damnable itch
Are all the jewels I own.


(based on The Lost Jewel by Emily Dickinson)

DLizze
Posted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 9:34:33 PM

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at the risk of repeating myself, here's one I had posted on Lush a while back:


The Red Brassierre
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)

so much depends
upon

a red lace
brassierre

on a bare
torso

above the white
skirting.

William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/wcw-red-wheel.html

"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
Shylass
Posted: Thursday, June 28, 2012 6:36:11 PM

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I love you guys. Proper. drunken

Gonna steal the Ginga ones. Shhh


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DirtyMartini
Posted: Thursday, June 28, 2012 11:27:11 PM

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Here you go Miss Shy Daisy...I want to make sure you have plenty to steal...you can thank me later...happy8 happy8

This latest bastardization of English literature is a re-write of the Jay P. Narain poem "On The Golden Pond"...here be the link to the original...
On The Golden Pond - Jay P. Narain

On the Golden Ginga

Fred is sitting, it is late summer afternoon,
The ginga is filled with vibrant colors,
The bear is sitting near the pond,
the water is glittering like gold on a ginga.

Sometimes Fred makes ripple over the water,
sometimes Fred reflects from the rippled pond,
sometimes concentric circular gingas emerge,
sometimes Fred is seen peeing in the the pond.

The golden gingas are getting longer and longer,
the gingas break into pieces and reunite again and again,
The memories of our long snacks together,
seem to perpetuate in the ebb tides of the golden gingas.

How many times we sat on the shores, adoring the beautiful gingas,
How many times we held gingas, promising to eat each ginga together,
How many times, the gingas swayed and Fred ran around playing hide and seek,
How many times, the gingas smiled and wished, Fred wasn't so damn hungry.



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Shylass
Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012 9:44:08 AM

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DirtyMartini wrote:
Here you go Miss Shy Daisy...I want to make sure you have plenty to steal...you can thank me later...happy8 happy8

This latest bastardization of English literature is a re-write of the Jay P. Narain poem "On The Golden Pond"...here be the link to the original...
On The Golden Pond - Jay P. Narain

On the Golden Ginga

Fred is sitting, it is late summer afternoon,
The ginga is filled with vibrant colors,
The bear is sitting near the pond,
the water is glittering like gold on a ginga.

Sometimes Fred makes ripple over the water,
sometimes Fred reflects from the rippled pond,
sometimes concentric circular gingas emerge,
sometimes Fred is seen peeing in the the pond.

The golden gingas are getting longer and longer,
the gingas break into pieces and reunite again and again,
The memories of our long snacks together,
seem to perpetuate in the ebb tides of the golden gingas.

How many times we sat on the shores, adoring the beautiful gingas,
How many times we held gingas, promising to eat each ginga together,
How many times, the gingas swayed and Fred ran around playing hide and seek,
How many times, the gingas smiled and wished, Fred wasn't so damn hungry.


I can't believe I actually just cried (in a good way) over the mutilation of such wonderful creativity. But you made today a million times better. Thank you. Big Hugs

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keoloke
Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012 12:21:03 PM

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Life Sculpture by George Washington Doane converted to
Lushy Sculpture by Keoloke

I hope he will be pleased by.. I'm just changing it a little Mr G W Doane, after a "Shylass Idea".

Boy, that was fun. I mean, yeah rewriting it... also.



Lushy Sculpture

Cock in hand stood a horny boy
With his marble meat before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As a lushy-dream passed o'er him.

He carved the dream in his fantasy mind,
With many strokes at his little stick;
With heaven's own light the fantasy shone, --
He'd caught that andgel-vision.

Children of life are we, as we stand
With our desire uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at the fantasy's command,
Our lushy-dream shall pass o'er us.

If we carve it then on the stone hard,
With many and many strokes,
Its heavenly climax shall be our own, --
Our lives, that angel-vision.


Choose n Practice Happiness

Life is simple; we are what we eat and what we read. Talk is superfluous.
Guest
Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012 12:45:23 PM

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I’m Ravin’

(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a midnight horny
I debated concepts thorny:
Whether a bird in hand is better
Than two in some bush, though wetter;
With no clear answer, all forlornly,
I sought solution ‘midst the pornly
And there sought solace in the lewd.
Women there were mostly nude.

Ah, distinctly, eyes would gaze me,
Some positions did amaze me,
To be sure, some there did “raise” me
Up above my lonely lap
And encourage me to fap,
Fapping to the naughty-crude
Until some substance there was spewed.

Oh, there have been many lovers
That I’ve had beneath the covers
And no doubt there shall be others
When the fates decree.
Some night there’ll be another she
Who will climax to my glee
Until some death does reach for me
And utter: Nevermore!
Shylass
Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012 7:33:42 PM

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Ha ha haaaaa! I am loving these, thank you!





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DirtyMartini
Posted: Saturday, June 30, 2012 12:50:37 AM

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Shylass wrote:


I can't believe I actually just cried (in a good way) over the mutilation of such wonderful creativity. But you made today a million times better. Thank you. Big Hugs


Yeah, that one was indeed a classic Miss Shy Daisy...but, we have to get busy here if we expect to have a book of Ginga Poetry in the stores by the end of the year...

I can't be doing all the work around here you know...

Here's another one for the books...this time a haunting mutilation of Stephen Foster's classic "Beautiful Dreamer"...here be the link to the original...
Beautiful Dreamer - Stephen Foster

Beautiful Ginga

Beautiful ginga, just baked for me,
Ginger and sugar are waiting for thee;
Sounds of Fred snoring are heard in the day,
But I'll eat this ginga while he is away!

Beautiful ginga, I sing you a song,
Chill while I woo thee with soft melody;
Know that your short life won't be long, --
Soon you will be in my hungry tummy!

Beautiful ginga, out on a plate
You are mine to be eaten, it is your fate;
Over the table fragrant vapors are borne,
I'll eat you while Fred is busy watching porn.

Beautiful ginga, beam on my heart,
One look at you and I'm happy as can be;
But soon your head and body will come apart, --
Beautiful ginga, just baked for me!



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Guest
Posted: Saturday, June 30, 2012 12:53:27 AM

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Mother’s Goosed

Little Miss Stuffin
Sat on her muffin,
Being eaten by Curtis and Ray,
When along came a Master
Who climaxed her faster;
On a leash, He led Stuffin away.

Tom, Tom, the Dominatrix’s son,
Stole a flogger and away he run.
He beat himself upon his seat
And cried out loud “Oh, gosh, what fun!”

Old Lady Hubbard
Fetched from her cupboard
A dildo of enormous size.
She placed it “within”
And said with a grin,
“It’s lasts longer than most of those guys.”

Hey, diddle, diddle
With my thingy I fiddle
Until the cows, they come home.
The little girls
Laugh to see such sport
‘Til I cover them with my foam.

Hickory, dickory, dock
My sub worships my cock.
She sucks the head
‘Til it’s quite red
And the shaft is like a rock.

Simple Simon met a slut
While going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the slut
“Oh, let me taste you there.”

She lifted up her skirts so high
And Simon tasted of her pie
He marveled as her pie grew wetter
And cried “I’ve never tasted better!”

“It’s tastes like it’s been made by fairy.
Tell me, girl, is it cherry?”
The slut smiled and showed her dimple
And thought “This Simon’s pretty simple”
Graham_X
Posted: Sunday, July 01, 2012 10:11:38 AM

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In Lush Forums

A Shameless Parody of In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915

In Lush forums the members post,
Sometimes to moan, sometimes to boast,
Something sexy; or in the news,
No one's too shy to share their views,
Or to reply with a reposte.

Some haunt the forums like a ghost,
Fear they’ll be flamed and turned to toast,
While others talk of their taboos,
In Lush forums.

The members come from every coast,
Though I’m not sure who writes the most,
Some posts shock and some amuse,
There’s always something to peruse
I often find myself engrossed,
In Lush forums.



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Shylass
Posted: Sunday, July 01, 2012 11:04:06 AM

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Every time I need a smile, I just look at this thread now. Thank you all. Hugs

And oddly, I am now walking round humming the tune to "Beautiful Dreamer" and thinking of nommy Gingas and eating them before Fred can. drunken



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DirtyMartini
Posted: Monday, July 02, 2012 9:04:41 PM

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Alright Miss Shyness...it seems I been doing re-write stuff on some poems, but until now nothing really classic...

I mean, I did some Emily Dickinson and stuff...but nothing really significant...

Well, time to change that...Decided to do a re-write of something really historic...here's the link to the original...
Ode Of The Squiggles - Daisy

Ode Of The Gingas

As dying Gingas of ginger fair
Display their sugar coated hair,
‘Twixt a plate and Fred's mouth o’erhead
Fred munches as he sits on the bed.
The ginger arms outstretched, aquiver,
When Fred starts to munch, he will deliver.
Those that were once full will be full again,
Because Fred can eat Gingas like a bear insane,
Drooping now the gift of food,
Fred's table manners are a bit rude.

And there! What scrabbling, little cookie?
If Fred went to school, he'd have to play hookie
Do bark in fear when they see the young bear
As he done give the Gingas an icy stare
Of Fred's creeping, deathly hands
Devouring Gingas are one of his plans
What Ginga eating creatures are Fred and me?
That we dwell in the Lush forum is no mystery

Behold! They sing!
“'Tis we! The Gingas!
We dance our harvest ritual wiggles!
Like in some other poem about Squiggles!
The Captains is Shylass of our ginger realm!
And you, Miss ShyDaisy, don't you just hate
When you're on a bus with Fred and he starts to masturbate
Of Gingas if we run out, it pains!
For more we'll just send Fred out in the rains.

“Condemn us not when I send Fred to the store;
And he comes back with some cheap whore;
He just needed company on the long commute,
So he bought a girl of ill repute!
We dwell amongst the forum drama;
But, Fred's a bear and not a llama.
And should you offer Gingas and food,
Fred's a bear who's always in the mood.”

“But Fred! You give the Gingas a scare,
You trap and eat them, you big mean bear!
But can you remember the times of old?
When every Ginga was made of gold.
Well actually, Fred don't care much,
As long as he has a Ginga to clutch:
We lived in the forum, were here first!
We eat Gingas, it's better than bratwurst”

“Fred would rather live in the forum than a zoo:
We’ll always have more Gingas than you!”
And so, the Gingas, both ginger and gold,
Will soon be eaten, no chance to grow old…
There is no safety as Fred's mouth will shut
Around a Ginga, from its head to its butt…

Sleep well, sweet Gingas, sleep well…



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1ball
Posted: Monday, July 02, 2012 10:14:10 PM

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I'm really not one for poetry, but since this is intended to help noobs, I rewrote an old song. Killing Me Softly. With apologies to Roberta Flack

Telling My Secrets

I read he spun a good yarn
I read he had a style
And so I clicked the title
To indulge for a while
And there he was, this author
He really made me smile

Pumping my heart with his fingers
Pouring my soul with his prose
Telling my secrets with his words
Telling my secrets with his words
Loving me hotly -- with his tale

I felt all flushed with longing
Exposed and not so proud
I thought he found my diary
And read each page out loud
I knew he knew my essence
He'd been in my profile

Pumping my heart with his fingers
Pouring my soul with his prose
Telling my secrets with his words
Telling my secrets with his words
Loving me gently -- with his tale

He wrote as if he knew me
In all my deepest ways
And then he looked right through me
As if I was his slave
And he just kept on telling
My needs to all the world

Pumping my heart with his fingers
Pouring my soul with his prose
Telling my secrets with his words
Telling my secrets with his words
Loving me deeply -- with his tale



My latest story is too hot to publish. My most recent story before that is Even Stranger In Lust
Graham_X
Posted: Thursday, July 05, 2012 8:29:27 PM

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Shall I compare you to a strawberry tart?
You are more tasty and more sweeter; yet
There are those times I wish that we could part:
You are more clingy than a loan shark’s debt.
And though I love to take you to my bed,
Doubt not, my love, we have a lot of fun,
But when you talk to me of getting wed,
I wonder to myself if I should run!
My love for you, my love, is growing dim,
Especially when your need for a baby,
Becomes your only litany and hymn,
I start to think I’d rather I was free,
Our time together is the cause of strife,
Maybe it’s time to go home to the wife.

Not really about Lush, but a mangling of Shakespear's sonnet Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?. It was going to be a silly, but romantic, retelling but quickly took a turn for the worst. It does make me wonder about the state of my subconscious lol. evil5

Just put a new story up called Venus: My Mistress In Leather and Lace. It seems a long time since I have written any prose, been seduced by prosody. Anyway, please feel free to check it out - Thank you xxx
Shylass
Posted: Friday, July 06, 2012 3:21:39 PM

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Joined: 1/6/2012
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Location: Trumpton, United Kingdom
Graham_X wrote:
It does make me wonder about the state of my subconscious lol. evil5


I think a lot of us around here have that problem! tard Good work!

Dirtymartini, I am trying so hard to think of a brilliant comeback for your version of my waffling crap I called a poem. But I don't think there is one, since your version is ace! Big Hugs




Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.

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