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Remec your next subject is 'small breasts'

There once was a girl with titties so small
You'd not be far off to say none at all,
But her mosquito bites
fit the appetites,
Of the ass-man who lived down the hall.


:devil:
 
Ahhhhhhh! Cruel woman!!
Your subject is fending off an over amorous man because you're not really that much attracted!
Dancing, Eeew Blech Blech

Well, yes. It's something
undefined (and truly disturbing)
that makes me dread the dance
floor below the stage
where the handsome crooner sings
a great cover and his lips
are the ones I want to hear
ask, "Open for me. Just
for a moment." That would be
magical and then I see
you hanging on to the faint
hope that I relent and at last
you'll get that mercy fuck.

Your hair falls in wisps
across your forehead
in a distinctly feminine
curl and your lips are too red,
too full, and far too wet
to tempt me to open, open for you.

Lift your sweaty palm up
to rest against my back, not
the curvy line of muscle
rounding out where ass meets
thigh. Oh God! Did you just
brush an erection against
my leg, insinuating
how wonderful it would be
(for you) if I would open,
and mercifully fuck you stupid?

Not tonight, not ever. I'll never
do your sister the date favour
never, ever, again.
 
all skin, tendon, bone
dark skin flushed with life
dentures bright in the april sun
neon pink track shoes
that look too heavy for such thin ankles and shins
cell-phone tucked into headband
music to keep her moving
she's picked up her years
light as a handbag
and runs a city marathon

she leaves me breathless -
exhilarated!
 
Ok Ms. Annie! My income taxes are (mercifully) done for 2013 and I can now write poetry. Lay one on me and maybe I can use it for my 30/30 today. (But first I need a break: my head is spinning from the tax stuff--jazz will help.) :D
 
When it gets to 10 degrees belowses
and you've trouble feeling your noses
Don't aim to go far,
when you can't find your car
'Cos digging it out drops 10 toeses! :D
 
Todski your subject is 'Blondes'
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Ange your subject is including the words 'and the roar of the crowd'
 
Dancing, Eeew Blech Blech

Well, yes. It's something
undefined (and truly disturbing)
that makes me dread the dance
floor below the stage
where the handsome crooner sings
a great cover and his lips
are the ones I want to hear
ask, "Open for me. Just
for a moment." That would be
magical and then I see
you hanging on to the faint
hope that I relent and at last
you'll get that mercy fuck.

Your hair falls in wisps
across your forehead
in a distinctly feminine
curl and your lips are too red,
too full, and far too wet
to tempt me to open, open for you.

Lift your sweaty palm up
to rest against my back, not
the curvy line of muscle
rounding out where ass meets
thigh. Oh God! Did you just
brush an erection against
my leg,
insinuating
how wonderful it would be
(for you) if I would open,
and mercifully fuck you stupid?

Not tonight, not ever. I'll never
do your sister the date favour
never, ever, again.

ha ha especially this bit :D
 
Remec your subject is 'English football' :)
.
Champ your subject is 'Your favourite dog or breed of dog'
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Butters your subject is 'The Wind in the Willows' Toad. Badger and all :)
 
When it gets to 10 degrees belowses
and you've trouble feeling your noses
Don't aim to go far,
when you can't find your car
'Cos digging it out drops 10 toeses! :D
LOL darling... I can see your climate be too temperate since -10 is too warm for frostbite :p...
 
Blondes
those of fair haired persuasion
not normally my taste
but it seemed a waste of an evening to say no,
Her legs lithe, her sway light my sight drawn
from eye, to eye to lips,

drink in hand her tongue slides out
finds the straw, her lips close round
she stares into my eyes and swallows
 
Blondes
those of fair haired persuasion
not normally my taste
but it seemed a waste of an evening to say no,
Her legs lithe, her sway light my sight drawn
from eye, to eye to lips,

drink in hand her tongue slides out
finds the straw, her lips close round
she stares into my eyes and swallows

What's not to find tasty in us blondes?!!! and as you've seen we certainly know how to flirt :D
 
For that you will get another subject which is including the word magnetron in an erotic poem :)

Just another late night
In the Museum of Technological Curiosities
Cleaning the Twenty Second Century Exhibit
Brushing cobwebs from antiquities as always
The familiar gang of robotic humanoids
Cyborgs retired from civil service
And other assorted androgenous mandroids

With the exception of a recent aqcuisition
A newcomer to this assembled line-up
Now on display in all his old school glory
Or, I should say, its
Not, his
For this was no he
Unlike the others

This fellow was more machine than man

When it came to polishing its pelvic unit
An extra dose of spray from the aerosal can
I know it was impulsive
Scrubbing that magnificent lever
Rubbing more thoroughly than ever

That's when this antiquated model Magnetron
Became activated for the first time in forever
Alive

And was more than merely turned on

Bionics flexing after many centuries
Deprived of lubricated joints and exercise
Hydraulic hoses, rams accumulating fluid
Pressure increasing in exponential rise

Rotating its head
Looking me straight in the eyes
As I leaned over the workbench of a bed
Telling you no lies
I swear what I saw was

Desire

The LED light of the cyclcops visor
Starting out as a tiny blinking ember
Intensified into a pulsating fire
As I continued massaging its mechanical member

Cautiously looking about for my supervisor
Or the officers tasked with securities
If you ask, the next thing I remember was
Hiking up the skirt of my uniform
Clumsily stripping off my panties
Straddling this bodacious bot
I got on my hands and knees

Cradling me in metallic embrace
Both intimate and trusting
Staring artificial intelligence in the face
It began a thrusting
Like I've never felt before

Delivering with precision
Pumping harder than any human being can

More machine than man

Filling me with burning ecstasy
Processed without benefit of a cooling fan

More machine than man

The best night of sex I may have ever had

More machine than man

Programmed never to be a jerk
Incapable of being jealous or mad

More machine than man
He was
More machine than man

Always late coming home from work
Leaving him makes me so sad

More machine than man
He is
More man than you will ever be

Come on, Magnetron
Let's get it on

You're the only one for me
 
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Just another late night
In the Museum of Technological Curiosities
Cleaning the Twenty Second Century Exhibit
Brushing cobwebs from antiquities as always
The familiar gang of robotic humanoids
Cyborgs retired from civil service
And other assorted androgenous mandroids

With the exception of a recent aqcuisition
A newcomer to this assembled line-up
Now on display in all his old school glory
Or, I should say, its
Not, his
For this was no he
Unlike the others

This fellow was more machine than man

When it came to polishing its pelvic unit
An extra dose of spray from the aerosal can
I know it was impulsive
Scrubbing that magnificent lever
Rubbing more thoroughly than ever

That's when this antiquated model Magnetron
Became activated for the first time in forever
Alive

And was more than merely turned on

Bionics flexing after many centuries
Deprived of lubricated joints and exercise
Hydraulic hoses, rams accumulating fluid
Pressure increasing in exponential rise

Rotating its head
Looking me straight in the eyes
As I leaned over the workbench of a bed
Telling you no lies
I swear what I saw was

Desire

The LED light of the cyclcops visor
Starting out as a tiny blinking ember
Intensified into a pulsating fire
As I continued massaging its mechanical member

Cautiously looking about for my supervisor
Or the officers tasked with securities
If you ask, the next thing I remember was
Hiking up the skirt of my uniform
Clumsily stripping off my panties
Straddling this bodacious bot
I got on my hands and knees

Cradling me in metallic embrace
Both intimate and trusting
Staring artificial intelligence in the face
It began a thrusting
Like I've never felt before

Delivering with precision
Pumping harder than any human being can

More machine than man

Filling me with burning ecstasy
Processed without benefit of a cooling fan

More machine than man

The best night of sex I may have ever had

More machine than man

Programmed never to be a jerk
Incapable of being jealous or mad

More machine than man
He was
More machine than man

Always late coming home from work
Leaving him makes me so sad

More machine than man
He is
More man than you will ever be

Come on, Magnetron
Let's get it on

You're the only one for me

Bravo :) but for a critique I would say the last 3 lines are superfluous, although I realise that's where your subject word is inserted
 
Just another late night
In the Museum of Technological Curiosities
Cleaning the Twenty Second Century Exhibit
Brushing cobwebs from antiquities as always
The familiar gang of robotic humanoids
Cyborgs retired from civil service
And other assorted androgenous mandroids

With the exception of a recent aqcuisition
A newcomer to this assembled line-up
Now on display in all his old school glory
Or, I should say, its
Not, his
For this was no he
Unlike the others

This fellow was more machine than man

When it came to polishing its pelvic unit
An extra dose of spray from the aerosal can
I know it was impulsive
Scrubbing that magnificent lever
Rubbing more thoroughly than ever

That's when this antiquated model Magnetron
Became activated for the first time in forever
Alive

And was more than merely turned on

Bionics flexing after many centuries
Deprived of lubricated joints and exercise
Hydraulic hoses, rams accumulating fluid
Pressure increasing in exponential rise

Rotating its head
Looking me straight in the eyes
As I leaned over the workbench of a bed
Telling you no lies
I swear what I saw was

Desire

The LED light of the cyclcops visor
Starting out as a tiny blinking ember
Intensified into a pulsating fire
As I continued massaging its mechanical member

Cautiously looking about for my supervisor
Or the officers tasked with securities
If you ask, the next thing I remember was
Hiking up the skirt of my uniform
Clumsily stripping off my panties
Straddling this bodacious bot
I got on my hands and knees

Cradling me in metallic embrace
Both intimate and trusting
Staring artificial intelligence in the face
It began a thrusting
Like I've never felt before

Delivering with precision
Pumping harder than any human being can

More machine than man

Filling me with burning ecstasy
Processed without benefit of a cooling fan

More machine than man

The best night of sex I may have ever had

More machine than man

Programmed never to be a jerk
Incapable of being jealous or mad

More machine than man
He was
More machine than man

Always late coming home from work
Leaving him makes me so sad

More machine than man
He is
More man than you will ever be

Come on, Magnetron
Let's get it on

You're the only one for me

you used ecstasy, had fun reading
 
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Butters your subject is 'The Wind in the Willows' Toad. Badger and all :)

secretary to the old lady
hawking her wares on threadneedle street
he would lose himself in reverie
of drawn-out summer afternoons
camaraderie
and messing about on a river

the wild wild woods
as counterpoint
a shiver in the back of his mind
reduced to bedtime stories
because to keep that shiver inside -
all literary pretensions aside -
would be like allowing the weasels
to take over his thoughts
the horse to bolt
the cart to overturn
the car to crash and spill and
Trouble with a Capital T
(trouble avoided at all costs
precision his watchword
stamped on ledgers and fine-print and
speeches)

sunny banks and those
complexities of friendship
the river runs
and runs



some line break adjustments:

secretary to the old lady
hawking her wares on
threadneedle street
he would lose himself
in reverie
of drawn-out summer
afternoons
camaraderie
and messing about on a river

the wild wild woods
as counterpoint
a shiver in the back of his mind
reduced to bedtime stories
because to keep that shiver
inside -
all literary pretensions
aside -
would be like allowing the
weasels
to take over his thoughts
the horse to bolt
the cart to overturn
the car to crash and spill and
Trouble with a capital T
(trouble avoided at all costs
precision his watchword
stamped on ledgers and fine-print and
speeches)

sunny banks and those
complexities of friendship
the river runs
and runs
 
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I love women with huge cliches.

They are like extra inverted bellybuttons you can tickle.
 
I love women with huge cliches.

They are like extra inverted bellybuttons you can tickle.
:D

i liked these lines the best for their wry humour:

Filling me with burning ecstasy
Processed without benefit of a cooling fan
 
secretary to the old lady
hawking her wares on threadneedle street
he would lose himself in reverie
of drawn-out summer afternoons
camaraderie
and messing about on a river

the wild wild woods
as counterpoint
a shiver in the back of his mind
reduced to bedtime stories
because to keep that shiver inside -
all literary pretensions aside -
would be like allowing the weasels
to take over his thoughts
the horse to bolt
the cart to overturn
the car to crash and spill and
Trouble with a capital T
(trouble avoided at all costs
precision his watchword
stamped on ledgers and fine-print and
speeches)

sunny banks and those
complexities of friendship
the river runs
and runs

Very clever, it's all there even without direct mentions. Impressive!
 
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