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Termyn8or -> RE: Longing(poem) (5/6/2007 9:27:48 AM)
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Those rosy cheeks,
that you posess,
turn ruby red,
with my duress
You might whimper,
under the stress,
but you find strength,
in my caress
You scream and squirm,
shed tears of joy,
then I bring out,
our favorite toy
Watching you there,
pulling your hair,
puts the mood,
into the air
My little turtle,
throbs so stiff,
my face comes close,
to get a whiff
Your ass is red,
your limbs are sore,
I release your bonds,
there's so much more
From my arms,
you can't escape,
but you get on top,
this is no rape
You use me now,
milk the cow,
get your best,
give me the test
Tie me down,
if you must,
what it takes,
to get your lust
Collapse in heat,
in a pile,
then repeat,
in a while
OK, so it's not all that great. To critique myself I would say it is limerick-ish. But I tend to think in terms of song lyrics, just a tendency.
At this time I would like to take a moment to commend those who have taken a bit of time to write something creative here. Not epic sonatas, but a welcome break from reality. But then that is what creative writing is all about, right ?
Keep it up, but you better watch out, I might put music to all of this. Tis easier to put music to words than the other way around. I might be writing many songs in the near future. Don't dare me to do it.
If you would like to dare me to make my entry come true in reality, you know where to get ahold of me.
If nothing else, thanks for the diversion. I needed it.
T
PS, Hunkyboy is right, you people rock !, and I don't mean musical preference here.
T
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