Challenge: Outdoor Games

The Challenge

After they got undressed, Nick
grabbed and rubbed his dick
before lifting the legs of Misty
up and penetrating her pussy
with the rod that was so thick.

And then, Nick had made her
walk with both hands after
he began to probe her one
hole and before he got done
with challenging Hector.

The challenge was to race
their women in a strong pace
as wheelbarrows from one end
of the woods in order to spend
time before that orgasm face.

But that was before Hector and Kim
were seen to had not joined them
which made Nick and Misty go
back to the hut and see Kim do
the riding on Hector's cock and smiling at him.
 
I dunno but I had a poem regarding a kickboxing event I cornered I was going to post but felt it an inadequate response following the preceding events, moderationmoderation's a tricky business
truth :cool:

I say post your poem. Challenge isn't over until Sunday, right?
Y'all dust yourselves off and write poems and make good for the OP.

I have apologized all the ways I know how.
concentrate on the writing, stop apologising, let's all move forward :rose:
 
He grew up a Cockney kid who learned to use his fists
amongst others the same, growing up through the blitz
that rocked London, until a bomb in the chimney sent
his family scurrying for safety far away from that mayhem.
Came conscription and in a moment of anger decked
a bullying Corporal, resulting of course in the glasshouse.
But the Army saw his potential, put him in boxing gloves
saying here learn to use those fists properly and so it began.
Rigorous training, the best food, even excused boots!
He never lost a fight and became the army boxing Champion
for his body weight. How do I know all this?
He's now married to me!
 
Looks like you are the one to choose this week's theme, Annie.

Harry's guidelines:

Ten lines minimum, Twenty max, no new players until this one is finished, drop poems by midnight Sunday, last poet to post picks next challenge conditions as well as new title...
 
Head Games

Start with a cunning mind
and divine where the well
awaits, dripping, and pooled
just below the surface.

Now witch the willow
along that path and set
a siphon tube to illustrate
just where the diggers start,

Once tapped the flow refreshes
but exposed to air the cool
is soured, satiety misunderstood
becomes glutted, undesirable,
and oh so poisonous

Now the well is filled with rubbish
and unable to accept anything
or anyone remotely good.
 
oppressive heat
a stroll to look for chanterelles
even though it hasn't rained for days
and any that peeped their sulfured heads
above the peaty forest floor were surely
chewed by passing buck or doe
unaware of just how dear those 'shrooms can be
or caring to leave a passing trace
of one for you and me
but as the trees sing with birds
their shade is more than welcome
the liquid breezes, stirring, priceless
 
roll the die
deal the cards
can we play cribbage?
or texas hold'em?
maybe child's play
shut the box
pour another glass
light another candle
play late into the night
as friendships blossom
 
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