For Wings

I do enjoy a good clit licking.


I don't think implying I like to play with girls is really an insult, jbj.
 
wings, your epic boobs are the stuff of legend. i suspect the wayward tribes sing songs of their glory around campfires...
 
I do enjoy a good clit licking.


I don't think implying I like to play with girls is really an insult, jbj.

*swoon*

Your cleavage is just as scrumptious as ever, sexy lady. Glad to hear the new name meets with higher approval. :)
 
My tits and my height.

Well I guess I've been liked for less.
 
You had it there, for a moment.

From my experience lurking on the General Board, I've found the following is true for most people most of the time. Taking the forum too seriously is either a sign of inexperience, or a cry for help.
 
From my experience lurking on the General Board, I've found the following is true for most people most of the time. Taking the forum too seriously is either a sign of inexperience, or a cry for help.

It's cool.

You don't need my advice on writing love poetry.
 
It's cool.

You don't need my advice on writing love poetry.

When inspirstion and intestinal fortitude strike, I'm certain to offer my poetry to the great bards on the board for criticism. (On a more serious note, you are hands down one of the coolest cats in the neighborhood.)
 
My tits and my height.

Well I guess I've been liked for less.
There's more, Julia. For some reason the fellow resists letting a whole stanza be teased out of him:—

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting at times to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth,
Possess'd an air and grace by no means common:
Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman.
 
There's more, Julia. For some reason the fellow resists letting a whole stanza be teased out of him:—

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting at times to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth,
Possess'd an air and grace by no means common:
Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman.

:rose: I knew it.
 
here I've got one too....

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft... behold!
A sunlight beam
Butting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...
Effulgent
 

That is way cool. I am 6'1". Would you like to go dancing without having to hunch over the other one? Dancing face to face. OK, I'm putting my trauma on you but I've never danced with a woman my height.
 
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