Termyn8or
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Joined: 11/12/2005 Status: offline
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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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