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ha 
now that's an ode n a half
ode to a kinked dick
a warning of what's to come
like a signpost
indicating a turn up ahead
a kink in the road
so power through the curve
for a kinky dick
reaches the parts others miss
even if it involves
some geometric thinkin'
now fasten your sealt belt
now that's an ode n a half
ode to a kinked dick
a warning of what's to come
like a signpost
indicating a turn up ahead
a kink in the road
so power through the curve
for a kinky dick
reaches the parts others miss
even if it involves
some geometric thinkin'
now fasten your sealt belt
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..ha
now that's an ode n a half
ode to a kinked dick
a warning of what's to come
like a signpost
indicating a turn up ahead
a kink in the road
so power through the curve
for a kinky dick
reaches the parts others miss
even if it involves
some geometric thinkin'
now fasten your sealt belt
Warning?
for each and every kinky dick
a crooked cunt's a want to have
to fit a custom crank shaft in
internal combustion anyone
ergo Wankel
butters
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..
Warning?
for each and every kinky dick
a crooked cunt's a want to have
to fit a custom crank shaft in
internal combustion anyone
ergo Wankel
an eccentric design
converts pressure into
rotary motion
unfair fair advantages
hugs the corners
slippery when wet
lol
HarryHill
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high combustion, ground shakin' torque
roars over hills and the only straight away
is to bed
caution:
bring up to operating temperatures
before engaging clutch
butters
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full box, mister,
time to change your litter
time for me to settle
down, get cosy,
sleep's tide runs swift,
runs high,
and my heart and thoughts are filled
with the gentle roar of you
as always
your ku girl
supper must be close. eat up.
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full box, mister,
time to change your litter
time for me to settle
down, get cosy,
sleep's tide runs swift,
runs high,
and my heart and thoughts are filled
with the gentle roar of you
as always
your ku girl
supper must be close. eat up.
Was wondering if you'd nodded
looks like I was the one snoozing
sweet dreams
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As always the sun must shine
on Duncan's Rune among the stone's,
the point's align, the latch's unlocked,
Fay mine opened Fay mind's
..
Fay Ray put down the willow quill with a frown
the noise from the swamp still astounding as dragon's
violent shagging threatened the kingdom's
sanity and compassion while wave's of their lust
washed the grain from the field in blast's of hot musk
He turned to the pike man standing straight at the door,
'How long does this usually go on?'
The pike man stoically stared back in his eye's
deliverin' the wine ordered up from the kitchen
'It's only the first week; they've still got the flyin'
another week of thunder and lightning
that extinguishes the fire's of their pyroclastic orgasm's,
refill the swamp nest gone dry with their ruttin'
Ray lowed brows at the pike man gone silent agin'
straight, braced and bold, but daring a grin
for the laugh's in the ale house as the story's retold
in the midst of Dragon festival's debauch
of the visitor's tent as he penned s short note
to his lady alone waiting at home, she, wise to the ways
and why's of the event anticipating her lover's return
soaked to the skin in Fay pheromone's,
she groaned n growled herself, found her fan n returned control
to the pike man, who blinked at the furrowed glare
face 'last gone flat at the displeased stare,
waiting for dismissal and escape to the stair's
to the arm's in the kitchen waiting down there
and the midnight blast from the swamp in the air
He ran at a wave of the hand of the guest,
laughed at the click of the bolt at his back
at the note from our lady sent with the gent,
"Put him on the south wall nearest the swamp, uncle
Ray turned from the door, addressed the page,
Dear, my Lady, I fear I'll be delayed here awhile
the whole kingdoms covered in sulfurous cloud's
you Uncle thinks it's best if I stayed until the dragons
infirmary's finally slaked,
he paused and rubbed a stiffened cock,
the breeze caused a gasp, he wrote in hasty anguished strokes,
miss you like you wouldn't believe
yours'
sealed with silver n wax n slid beneath the door
for the pouch to the Nor'east that might still go out today
dove deep beneath the cover's,
moaned
He heard her silver bell laugh as he dreamed
dragons bellowed from swamp's covered in steam
on Duncan's Rune among the stone's,
the point's align, the latch's unlocked,
Fay mine opened Fay mind's
..
Fay Ray put down the willow quill with a frown
the noise from the swamp still astounding as dragon's
violent shagging threatened the kingdom's
sanity and compassion while wave's of their lust
washed the grain from the field in blast's of hot musk
He turned to the pike man standing straight at the door,
'How long does this usually go on?'
The pike man stoically stared back in his eye's
deliverin' the wine ordered up from the kitchen
'It's only the first week; they've still got the flyin'
another week of thunder and lightning
that extinguishes the fire's of their pyroclastic orgasm's,
refill the swamp nest gone dry with their ruttin'
Ray lowed brows at the pike man gone silent agin'
straight, braced and bold, but daring a grin
for the laugh's in the ale house as the story's retold
in the midst of Dragon festival's debauch
of the visitor's tent as he penned s short note
to his lady alone waiting at home, she, wise to the ways
and why's of the event anticipating her lover's return
soaked to the skin in Fay pheromone's,
she groaned n growled herself, found her fan n returned control
to the pike man, who blinked at the furrowed glare
face 'last gone flat at the displeased stare,
waiting for dismissal and escape to the stair's
to the arm's in the kitchen waiting down there
and the midnight blast from the swamp in the air
He ran at a wave of the hand of the guest,
laughed at the click of the bolt at his back
at the note from our lady sent with the gent,
"Put him on the south wall nearest the swamp, uncle
Ray turned from the door, addressed the page,
Dear, my Lady, I fear I'll be delayed here awhile
the whole kingdoms covered in sulfurous cloud's
you Uncle thinks it's best if I stayed until the dragons
infirmary's finally slaked,
he paused and rubbed a stiffened cock,
the breeze caused a gasp, he wrote in hasty anguished strokes,
miss you like you wouldn't believe
yours'
sealed with silver n wax n slid beneath the door
for the pouch to the Nor'east that might still go out today
dove deep beneath the cover's,
moaned
He heard her silver bell laugh as he dreamed
dragons bellowed from swamp's covered in steam
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..*smiles, lost in a fay world*
damn those dragons, though, they're distracting fay ray till his apostrophes make me come over all editorial in red ink. however, despite that, i can't wait to read the new material.
they are all intentional, saw one I missed and some typos, saved it to file
butters
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okay
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Live edit from 2533: still ayem but barely, they say
The sun must always shine on Duncan's Rune
among the stone's, 'til light the point's align,
all latch's unlocked, Fay mine mind's
..
Greensward: the end of week 1, Ray is detained from returning to his new bride after delivering urgent messages at the start of dragon mating season
Fay Ray put down a willow quill with a frown,
the noise from the swamp was astounding
great violently shagging dragon's without
were engaged in obscene displays,
two leagues gone the window immense genitalia,
poked and stroked and sprayed, wave's
of spume flecked cum and water, copiously,
and mud, oh god the mud
Catastrophe threatening the whole kingdom's grain,
and his own,
sanity, fastidiousness, breath, as
breakers of their scaly lust washed over
soggy field's, best to hay,
in blast's of hot scented musk, flesh burning,
and roar's from two lust maddened beasts
Ray drew the curtain against the breeze n winced,
as his cock hit the bed, and'e cursed
damn thing must'a grown an inch,
then mumbled,
never seen it so bloody red,
he adjusted pant's for fit,
rang the pull bell thrice for wine,
igniting bawdry laughter below
and his rage of being denied his fresh bride,
one thing a solace as fresh tipple's delivered,
the service here's never slow
He turned to the pikeman standing straight at the door,
'How long does this usually go on?'
The pikeman stoically avoided his eye's
placing the wine on a desk, as usual,
gathered up all the empties, prepared for,
his hasty escape to the kitchen
'It's only the first week; they've still got the flyin'
no tellin' how long that'll take,
days of thunder and lightnin'
extinguishing all the fire's laid by
them's pyroclastic orgasm's,
refill's the swamp nest gone dry with their ruttin'
Clutching the empties unto his chest,
moving to a place by the door,
his gaze passed over poor Ray's lament,
and his face gave him instantly away
Ray lowered brows at the pikeman gone silent agin'
straight, braced and bold, but daring a grin
for the laugh's in the ale house as the story's retold
in the midst of Dragon festival's debauch
of the visitor's tent as he penned s short note
to his lady at home, and she,
Wise to the ways, why's and wherefores'
of Dragonmas in Greensward,
but so sore from long night's in her wedding bed
she had her father send him away
while delicate ladyparts healed
dreaming of her lover's return, non compos mentis
soaked to the skin in Fay pheromone's,
she groaned n growled herself, found her fan n fanned
closing her far vision with haste,
returned control to the pikeman again,
Who blinked at Ray's furrowed glare
face 'last gone flat at the displeased stare,
waiting for dismissal and escape to the stair's
to the arm's in the kitchen waiting down there
and the midnight scent of the swamp blowing in
He ran at a wave of the hand of the guest,
laughed at the click of the bolt at his back
at the note from our lady sent with the gent,
rumored to read by the Chamberlains whisper
"Uncle, put him on the south wall nearest the swamp,
lock away the scullery maids,
shod his horse in dragon forged shoes,
to keep him safe in his mad dash for home,
until Fay beast's have failed to roam,
stay mum the plan's we've made.
yer' moggy niece, Bernice "
Or so the gossip said...
Ray turned from the door as empty's clatter down
dropped by that clown that had the cheek to smile
at biological infirmities... replacing a frown with weak cheer,
drawing parchment n ink near, poured the wine, drank,
addressed the page,
Dear, my Lady, I fear I'll be delayed
here sometime as certain events have occurred
the whole kingdoms covered in sulfurous cloud's
after a gaggle of dragon's arrived to nest
in the wetlands just south of the town
you Uncle thinks it's best if I stayed until the dragon's
intent's finally slaked,
he paused and rubbed a stiffened cock,
the breeze brought a gasp,
he wrote in hasty determined strokes,
miss you like you wouldn't believe
yours'
sealed with silver n wax n a kiss
slid 'neath the door for the pouch to the Nor'east,
that might still go out today
dove deep beneath the cover's,
moaned, slept, dreamt of act's most lascivious
He heard her silver bell laugh as he dreamed
dragons bellowed from swamp's covered in steam
..
end edit
The sun must always shine on Duncan's Rune
among the stone's, 'til light the point's align,
all latch's unlocked, Fay mine mind's
..
Greensward: the end of week 1, Ray is detained from returning to his new bride after delivering urgent messages at the start of dragon mating season
Fay Ray put down a willow quill with a frown,
the noise from the swamp was astounding
great violently shagging dragon's without
were engaged in obscene displays,
two leagues gone the window immense genitalia,
poked and stroked and sprayed, wave's
of spume flecked cum and water, copiously,
and mud, oh god the mud
Catastrophe threatening the whole kingdom's grain,
and his own,
sanity, fastidiousness, breath, as
breakers of their scaly lust washed over
soggy field's, best to hay,
in blast's of hot scented musk, flesh burning,
and roar's from two lust maddened beasts
Ray drew the curtain against the breeze n winced,
as his cock hit the bed, and'e cursed
damn thing must'a grown an inch,
then mumbled,
never seen it so bloody red,
he adjusted pant's for fit,
rang the pull bell thrice for wine,
igniting bawdry laughter below
and his rage of being denied his fresh bride,
one thing a solace as fresh tipple's delivered,
the service here's never slow
He turned to the pikeman standing straight at the door,
'How long does this usually go on?'
The pikeman stoically avoided his eye's
placing the wine on a desk, as usual,
gathered up all the empties, prepared for,
his hasty escape to the kitchen
'It's only the first week; they've still got the flyin'
no tellin' how long that'll take,
days of thunder and lightnin'
extinguishing all the fire's laid by
them's pyroclastic orgasm's,
refill's the swamp nest gone dry with their ruttin'
Clutching the empties unto his chest,
moving to a place by the door,
his gaze passed over poor Ray's lament,
and his face gave him instantly away
Ray lowered brows at the pikeman gone silent agin'
straight, braced and bold, but daring a grin
for the laugh's in the ale house as the story's retold
in the midst of Dragon festival's debauch
of the visitor's tent as he penned s short note
to his lady at home, and she,
Wise to the ways, why's and wherefores'
of Dragonmas in Greensward,
but so sore from long night's in her wedding bed
she had her father send him away
while delicate ladyparts healed
dreaming of her lover's return, non compos mentis
soaked to the skin in Fay pheromone's,
she groaned n growled herself, found her fan n fanned
closing her far vision with haste,
returned control to the pikeman again,
Who blinked at Ray's furrowed glare
face 'last gone flat at the displeased stare,
waiting for dismissal and escape to the stair's
to the arm's in the kitchen waiting down there
and the midnight scent of the swamp blowing in
He ran at a wave of the hand of the guest,
laughed at the click of the bolt at his back
at the note from our lady sent with the gent,
rumored to read by the Chamberlains whisper
"Uncle, put him on the south wall nearest the swamp,
lock away the scullery maids,
shod his horse in dragon forged shoes,
to keep him safe in his mad dash for home,
until Fay beast's have failed to roam,
stay mum the plan's we've made.
yer' moggy niece, Bernice "
Or so the gossip said...
Ray turned from the door as empty's clatter down
dropped by that clown that had the cheek to smile
at biological infirmities... replacing a frown with weak cheer,
drawing parchment n ink near, poured the wine, drank,
addressed the page,
Dear, my Lady, I fear I'll be delayed
here sometime as certain events have occurred
the whole kingdoms covered in sulfurous cloud's
after a gaggle of dragon's arrived to nest
in the wetlands just south of the town
you Uncle thinks it's best if I stayed until the dragon's
intent's finally slaked,
he paused and rubbed a stiffened cock,
the breeze brought a gasp,
he wrote in hasty determined strokes,
miss you like you wouldn't believe
yours'
sealed with silver n wax n a kiss
slid 'neath the door for the pouch to the Nor'east,
that might still go out today
dove deep beneath the cover's,
moaned, slept, dreamt of act's most lascivious
He heard her silver bell laugh as he dreamed
dragons bellowed from swamp's covered in steam
..
end edit
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..you've been busy
poor fay ray - what a pre-dick-ament
go to bed, dream of Ray's return
red wax bedroom candles burnt out,
the dawn, just holding sway
on the nest where two lovers lay,
where two hoarse voices scream in unison,
"COFFEE!"
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Greensward, the next day: -1C and dropping clear sky and brilliant sun rising exactly over the road far across fields where it enters the oak forest
The sun draws a questing finger
over Redman quilt's, Blueman's pillow's,
pokes the frosty nose signifying
Ray's form where he's lying,
only a snorkel to the empirical world
The covers move, extend a toe,
retreated, and the next to show,
Ray's moppy head n eye's calculating,
just how far the pull bell's located
across the frigid room
The covers surge n thrown way,
a naked Fay gives to the day,
a bellow of his frustration, lunges,
ring's once the string that broke whose ding
by this time made' redundant
as the echo's from his scream still echoed through the house
silence
He imagined hearing laughter
from the kitchen down below,
member quickly retreating with the rooms unrelenting cold,
thunder from the steps, no knock n beverage' placed to hand,
the pikeman forgiven, Ray enjoys the sensation
of a shrinking tumescence and strong libation,
heat sent out the flames, reflected,
from the hearth in the puzzling frost rimed room
What now, Ray inquired as if to himself
embracing the balm of his peters relief
a sigh but for sip or balls' unknown,
went silent watching fires growth
The pikeman kept busy, his face turned to the grate
gritted teeth against the grin at the current rate
of Ray's shriveled pizzle's decay
Clearing a throat and guarding against laughter,
unlocking jaw in preparation for an answer,
presenting the young master in metaphor
The first act drawing to a close, there's three
look out the window, I'll be back with your breakfast;
he took the empty mug, and another of these
and the tale of the vision you're going to see
Ray filled a empty jar with piss, take this,
bring some water for washing
strolled to the window as the pikeman walked out,
squinted against the impossible strength of the sun
gasped when finally focused
drew shut the curtain n dressed with haste
as the temperature suddenly dropped
..
break
The sun draws a questing finger
over Redman quilt's, Blueman's pillow's,
pokes the frosty nose signifying
Ray's form where he's lying,
only a snorkel to the empirical world
The covers move, extend a toe,
retreated, and the next to show,
Ray's moppy head n eye's calculating,
just how far the pull bell's located
across the frigid room
The covers surge n thrown way,
a naked Fay gives to the day,
a bellow of his frustration, lunges,
ring's once the string that broke whose ding
by this time made' redundant
as the echo's from his scream still echoed through the house
silence
He imagined hearing laughter
from the kitchen down below,
member quickly retreating with the rooms unrelenting cold,
thunder from the steps, no knock n beverage' placed to hand,
the pikeman forgiven, Ray enjoys the sensation
of a shrinking tumescence and strong libation,
heat sent out the flames, reflected,
from the hearth in the puzzling frost rimed room
What now, Ray inquired as if to himself
embracing the balm of his peters relief
a sigh but for sip or balls' unknown,
went silent watching fires growth
The pikeman kept busy, his face turned to the grate
gritted teeth against the grin at the current rate
of Ray's shriveled pizzle's decay
Clearing a throat and guarding against laughter,
unlocking jaw in preparation for an answer,
presenting the young master in metaphor
The first act drawing to a close, there's three
look out the window, I'll be back with your breakfast;
he took the empty mug, and another of these
and the tale of the vision you're going to see
Ray filled a empty jar with piss, take this,
bring some water for washing
strolled to the window as the pikeman walked out,
squinted against the impossible strength of the sun
gasped when finally focused
drew shut the curtain n dressed with haste
as the temperature suddenly dropped
..
break
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..i can tell you're enjoying writing this
and i'm enjoying reading every word, watching every image as you unfurl it, looking forward to the next....
The story has ahold of me,
unfolded in it's entirety
in fevered thoughts
did I say, someone
read CM on Christmas day,
put a heart on every chapter
what a nice prezzie
butters
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whoever it was, their reward was in reading your words. i'm glad they rewarded you with hearts
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whoever it was, their reward was in reading your words. i'm glad they rewarded you with hearts
you've no ideahow much your words mean to me
in public and privately, professionally as peers,
the elderberry sighs of your goodnights,
cheery bustle of your goodbyes,
coffee laid, kisses paid, all electronically
long a wife before we're wed
your words
that give an errant waterchild,
gentle chastisement for a penchant to abuse apostrophes
:fist:
the dangly poems in the tree of our thread,
enticing the paw of an old grey mog
to bat as they glitter and sway,
or circle comically below, catfooting
eyes on the new twinkle, hung just out reach
they are my coffee, my electric blanket,
the soft whisper in the nonlight of our room
..
butters
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you make me happier than i've ever been... still surprises me
how much your words mean to me
in public and privately, professionally as peers,
the elderberry sighs of your goodnights,
cheery bustle of your goodbyes,
coffee laid, kisses paid, all electronically
long a wife before we're wed
your words
that give an errant waterchild,
gentle chastisement for a penchant to abuse apostrophes
:fist:
the dangly poems in the tree of our thread,
enticing the paw of an old grey mog
to bat as they glitter and sway,
or circle comically below, catfooting
eyes on the new twinkle, hung just out reach
they are my coffee, my electric blanket,
the soft whisper in the nonlight of our room
..
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is and isn't
it is what it is
one of your
favourite truisms
and without the key
to a parallel universe
i cannot dispute
yet it's what isn't
that's our real problem
it isn't warm in here
there isn't food in the fridge
and the love we had
isn't there
anymore
it is what it is
one of your
favourite truisms
and without the key
to a parallel universe
i cannot dispute
yet it's what isn't
that's our real problem
it isn't warm in here
there isn't food in the fridge
and the love we had
isn't there
anymore
butters
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learn something new everyday
fascinating! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tā_mokospot-on with this write, harry: restrained, complete, sends the mind wandering off on spirals of thought.
butters
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there was a dream
though whose it was is lost
but
the body
was laid on a woven grass mat
the mat circular and
some unnamed shade between
silver, beige and green
a worn cool smoothness to the touch
the edges were wrapped around the
body
wood-silent
save for the half-hidden face
that spoke volumes
from a bruised face puffy with the unexpressed
as thin grass cord was looped
tied
though never enough to hide
entirely
the whole truth of the matter
the slick glint of a destroyed eye...
and despite all efforts
dirt hole and tamped soil
the walking away from an unmarked grave
the dead do not so easily lay still
and writers find
their ink has found its pen
only content when exposed to full sun
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
as writers, how often we take an idea we've failed to run with... wrapped and interred it, tried to walk away from it, only to find it refuses to be silent, still, but will haunt us till, finally, we write it... expose it to the light. then and only then will ideas lie quietly....
though whose it was is lost
but
the body
was laid on a woven grass mat
the mat circular and
some unnamed shade between
silver, beige and green
a worn cool smoothness to the touch
the edges were wrapped around the
body
wood-silent
save for the half-hidden face
that spoke volumes
from a bruised face puffy with the unexpressed
as thin grass cord was looped
tied
though never enough to hide
entirely
the whole truth of the matter
the slick glint of a destroyed eye...
and despite all efforts
dirt hole and tamped soil
the walking away from an unmarked grave
the dead do not so easily lay still
and writers find
their ink has found its pen
only content when exposed to full sun
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
as writers, how often we take an idea we've failed to run with... wrapped and interred it, tried to walk away from it, only to find it refuses to be silent, still, but will haunt us till, finally, we write it... expose it to the light. then and only then will ideas lie quietly....
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