Poetry to please and BDSM to tease

[melimelissa]

Tell me, dear man whatever's your rush,
When I'm beating your balls with a brush,
Time seems to stop still,
I bare you no ill will,
But the squeaks you let out are quite lush.

Méli.

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[subdudeme13]

Tell me, dear man whatever's your rush,
When I'm beating your balls with a brush,
Time seems to stop still,
I bare you no ill will,
But the squeaks you let out are quite lush.

Méli.

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They are not squeaks they are screams. I had the rush buying the wrap that holds me in place, I wondered what it was for. Silly me!

 

[melimelissa]

They are not squeaks they are screams. I had the rush buying the wrap that holds me in place, I wondered what it was for. Silly me!

lol

 

[peekingone]

Tell me, dear man whatever's your rush,
When I'm beating your balls with a brush,
Time seems to stop still,
I bare you no ill will,
But the squeaks you let out are quite lush.

Méli.

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Damn I am not sure about that there

 

[melimelissa]

We can never be sure
Of all we adore until
We have tried it of course;
You could turn a page
And wear a cock cage
But in that case I'll use
Further force.

Grins

Méli

Have fun, gentlemen

 

[peekingone]

We can never be sure
Of all we adore until
We have tried it of course;
You could turn a page
And wear a cock cage
But in that case I'll use
Further force.

Grins

Méli

Have fun, gentlemen

Never had one nor used one.

 

[sanjuinmood]

Tell me, dear man whatever's your rush,
When I'm beating your balls with a brush,
Time seems to stop still,
I bare you no ill will,
But the squeaks you let out are quite lush.

Méli.

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It's the pain
That shall ultimately lead to drain
Of fluids that will flow
as if we were to blow
As we squeak and shriek
With every brush beat

 

[melimelissa]

It's the pain
That shall ultimately lead to drain
Of fluids that will flow
as if we were to blow
As we squeak and shriek
With every brush beat

Your shrieking is charming,
But it is not calming:
I may have to lay it on thick!
I can see if it will slither
When my look makes it wither:
That pathetic and sad little prick

https://preview.redd.it/describe-your-tiny-dick-in-one-word-i-wanna-laugh-v0-g49ty88atlpc1.jpeg?auto=webp&s=3174e81c79c8991d0194f6656557804eebe12e09

 

[NivKay]

Tell me, dear man whatever's your rush,
When I'm beating your balls with a brush,
Time seems to stop still,
I bare you no ill will,
But the squeaks you let out are quite lush.

Méli.

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The squeaks you here
You mistake for fear
Because I know the more
I moan, the moister you grow
And what, oh what could be better
Than a cunt that’s got wetter

 

[melimelissa]

The squeaks you here
You mistake for fear
Because I know the more
I moan, the moister you grow
And what, oh what could be better
Than a cunt that’s got wetter

If you work on writing better verse,
And drop being a twat, I won't curse
When you moan;
Or play with my phone,
While thinking this cannot get worse.

https://i.imgur.com/DeIuUjY.jpg?fb

 

[sanjuinmood]

Your shrieking is charming,
But it is not calming:
I may have to lay it on thick!
I can see if it will slither
When my look makes it wither:
That pathetic and sad little prick

https://preview.redd.it/describe-your-tiny-dick-in-one-word-i-wanna-laugh-v0-g49ty88atlpc1.jpeg?auto=webp&s=3174e81c79c8991d0194f6656557804eebe12e09

Lay me as you may
Slither it will with gay
Wither it may not
However it may be small
But it will keep responding
To your every trick

 

[melimelissa]

Lay me as you may
Slither it will with gay
Wither it may not
However it may be small
But it will keep responding
To your every trick

Fail. You have no trick
In writing verses - Ick;
I think I'd be more fond
Of words, used to respond,
If they were set as prose:
Avoid poetry noes.
And, so, there ends this tale:
Give up the rhyming fail.

Please.

Méli

 

[LeSabreur]

She writhes and begs me,
The belt cracks loudly, she cries
Fuck me, god damn you!

Not yet, pretty pet,
You're such an impatient slut,
Tugging at your bonds.

My darling sweet pet
You will learn to be patient,
Oh, your hungry cunt!

 

[melimelissa]

She writhes and begs me,
The belt cracks loudly, she cries
Fuck me, god damn you!

Not yet, pretty pet,
You're such an impatient slut,
Tugging at your bonds.

My darling sweet pet
You will learn to be patient,
Oh, your hungry cunt!

What can I say? Why write this
"poetic' Insult to me here?
Are you just taking the piss?
You can't "listen intent" - you can't hear.

Non consensual, non consent is rape,
I am not "impatient' for that;
This "cunt" is not hungry, you ape:
It is angry, accosted by twat.

A senryu is not just word count,
The style, you lack, is the key;
Not misogynist crap that amounts
To betrayal of mood: harmony.

I don't revel in taking you down,
You probably thought each foul verse,
You wrote, was fine, dandy and sound;
But, you fucked with me, so I'm terse.

Méli

PS:
Don't scrawl dog turd drool in my posts
Now fuck off forever, you're toast.

 

[LeSabreur]

What can I say? Why write this
"poetic' Insult to me here?
Are you just taking the piss?
You can't "listen intent" - you can't hear.

Non consensual, non consent is rape,
I am not "impatient' for that;
This "cunt" is not hungry, you ape:
It is angry, accosted by twat.

A senryu is not just word count,
The style, you lack, is the key;
Not misogynist crap that amounts
To betrayal of mood: harmony.

I don't revel in taking you down,
You probably thought each foul verse,
You wrote, was fine, dandy and sound;
But, you fucked with me, so I'm terse.

Méli

PS:
Don't scrawl dog turd drool in my posts
Now fuck off forever, you're toast.

Mafi mushkila.

Qalil al'adab.