BMF Hang Suite Revival

[parker77]

a long time ago there was a thread where you could drop your verse or prose for others to enjoy. hosted by BMF, it hit 5,000 posts and was retired. let’s see if it has legs with a new audience. i’m not prolific enough nor good enough a writer to keep this alive alone, so others have to contribute. all are welcome. here are a couple from me, one new and one old, to get things started.


we need a Hang Suite revival
calling on the high priestess and the priest
apologies to Kiedis on Cali
but we ain’t ‘bout to rest in peace

ink up your quills, bitches
bring ya verse to the thread
squeeze out your lusty words
sow seduction in her head

put the pen to the paper
tell her how you plan to sin
cultivate yourself in her thoughts
scrawl your sex on her skin

use the medieval tongue for effect
“thou” and “thyne” if you must
rip away her chastity
no chivilary in your lust

or call on the gods of Olympus
to witness Hades' rebirth
a group of mere mortals
telling of their pleasured works

me, i’ll use that twist in my mind
to keep my thinking so bent
sometimes folks will wonder
just were my sanity went

it's spent on these pages
workin’ you to a froth
makin’ you think dirty things
gettin' in your wicked thoughts

pull up a chair, pick up a pen
or just read yourself wet
promise to give you all the pleasure you want
fuck it, never mind, too soon for promises yet




softer side

you don’t see me
i’m right in front of you
surely not made of glass
but not shatter proof

your memory’s wiped clean
but i know that my lines
are burned deeply in your soul
soft shadows you rewind

resurrected when your need
your craving to escape it
the patter, the don’t matter
to the dream we created

imagined emotions aren’t lies
fragments of secrets too true
times you’ve not forgotten
memories of me with you

 

[parker77]

who’s next?

gimme some verse.

 

[parker77]

holy hell. 2 AM and that many bourbons in, i’m stunned i could even type. somebody save me please!

 

[parker77]

maybe one more - retooled

you are are such a sweet kitty
in the corner curled
just the proper bit of stroking
and you'll come unfurled

perfectly collared and petted
maintained on your chain
purring and pawing pretty
answering to your pet name

babygirl, that's my pussy's call
to spring into action
she ignores it until the time
her collar's in tight traction

careful with how you groom her
she'll flash her claws and teeth
mark you as her’s if you can endure
her scratch and bite's relief

pretty kitty, full moon eyes
darling kitty nose
show your beauty in the darkest light
where your desire grows

need me kitten, love the restraint
until the time arrives
to show me kitty, pleasure enjoyed
as you release the pain inside

oh dirty kitty, cleanse your dark spots
inside rapture's grasp
stay put kitty, pleased and pretty
in your master's lap

 

[Corbal]

Well, slap my face and spit in my mouth. Reviving one of my favorite old threads! I wrote something not that long ago. It ain’t poetry but it gave me a boner. I wonder if anyone would read it...

 

[Corbal]

maybe one more - retooled

you are are such a sweet kitty
in the corner curled
just the proper bit of stroking
and you'll come unfurled

perfectly collared and petted
maintained on your chain
purring and pawing pretty
answering to your pet name

babygirl, that's my pussy's call
to spring into action
she ignores it until the time
her collar's in tight traction

careful with how you groom her
she'll flash her claws and teeth
mark you as her’s if you can endure
her scratch and bite's relief

pretty kitty, full moon eyes
darling kitty nose
show your beauty in the darkest light
where your desire grows

need me kitten, love the restraint
until the time arrives
to show me kitty, pleasure enjoyed
as you release the pain inside

oh dirty kitty, cleanse your dark spots
inside rapture's grasp
stay put kitty, pleased and pretty
in your master's lap

I’m desperately looking for those kitten ears...I know they’re here somewhere.

 

[parker77]

I’m desperately looking for those kitten ears...I know they’re here somewhere.

look in the mirror, Babe. you’re wearin’ ‘em.

 

[parker77]

Well, slap my face and spit in my mouth. Reviving one of my favorite old threads! I wrote something not that long ago. It ain’t poetry but it gave me a boner. I wonder if anyone would read it...

please post it. you’re writing has a uniquely exciting quality. i haven’t read it way too long now.

plus i want a to experience a girl boner.

 

[parker77]

this one’s totally not sexy, but maybe entertaining - based on actual events.

i’d seen the bottom of enough glasses
cheered at their honky tonk show
when a cowboy tapped me on the shoulder
said, “buddy you gotta go”

maybe i’d gotten too rowdy
maybe something dangerous was goin’ down
maybe that was his girlfriend
that i been twirlin around

he told me partner don’t worry
take a second and settle down
its three o’clock in the morning
there’s laws in this here town

just mount up your spotted pony
take your saddlebags with you
mosie right on outta here
i gotta close this saloon

relief was my first reaction
then the humor of it set in
you crazy old sombitch
you’ve closed down the town again

i grabbed me that painted lady
one who’d been catching my glance
we rolled outta that juke joint
and i carried her back to my ranch

the night weren’t nearly over
so i put on some cowboy songs
and we took turns ridin each other
‘till we saw the break of dawn

woke up about the middle of afternoon
feelin’ rode hard and put away wet
my bank roll down to near nothing
smile as big as Dallas and no regret

yee-fuckin-ha

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

...quills, bitches...

I'm calling dibs on Quill_Bitch as my next alt.

 

[parker77]

‘tis the season

i’m not well know for following all these suggestions
much more so for growling directions
a hand on you throat is what you mention
a hand in control is what gets your attention
the burn of a crop, the taste of my leather
the pull of the leash will keep you together
still haven’t surrendered, with hands pulled behind
then tightly bound to each other to keep you in line
cease all your worry, give up your pedestrian thinking
exposure your neck where my teeth are sinking
leave your inhibitions of wearing my mark
lose yourself in the pain that’s shark tooth sharp
a powerful hand then clutches your breast
the spank between you legs, fuck what’s next
husky breath at your ear, ”remember, baby please,
pleasure can come from gifts that weren’t under Christmas trees.”

 

[parker77]

for the sake of clarity: anyone who knows BMF or any of his alts and is paying any attention knows he ain’t me; this thread is open for anyone to post what they write; and, it’s just for fun, to entertain.

so, if you write, and i know do many of you fuckers do, leave us a little something to enjoy. ok? ok.

 

[clistenovena]

this thread is open for anyone to post what they write; and, it’s just for fun, to entertain.

so, if you write, and i know do many of you fuckers do, leave us a little something to enjoy. ok? ok.

So. This is open to anyone, right? And to those who write and/or are a fucker?

If so, I might just fit into one of those categories, therefore, I'll post.

Wrote this a while back. It resulted from the after-thoughts of a one-sided conversation.


Prepossessing vignette within gleaming concept
Sparkle that spins a fabricated certitude

Hope crafted upon gossamer wings
With soaring expectations bound to an apterous form

Desultory consideration of a finite infinity
Trusting in volatility while tripping headlong into nullity

Crestfallen rendering within shattered perception
Denouement denoted by the approaching onslaught

Unbecoming branded into becoming

 

[blade_rocknut]

this one’s totally not sexy, but maybe entertaining - based on actual events.

i’d seen the bottom of enough glasses
cheered at their honky tonk show
when a cowboy tapped me on the shoulder
said, “buddy you gotta go”

maybe i’d gotten too rowdy
maybe something dangerous was goin’ down
maybe that was his girlfriend
that i been twirlin around

he told me partner don’t worry
take a second and settle down
its three o’clock in the morning
there’s laws in this here town

just mount up your spotted pony
take your saddlebags with you
mosie right on outta here
i gotta close this saloon

relief was my first reaction
then the humor of it set in
you crazy old sombitch
you’ve closed down the town again

i grabbed me that painted lady
one who’d been catching my glance
we rolled outta that juke joint
and i carried her back to my ranch

the night weren’t nearly over
so i put on some cowboy songs
and we took turns ridin each other
‘till we saw the break of dawn

woke up about the middle of afternoon
feelin’ rode hard and put away wet
my bank roll down to near nothing
smile as big as Dallas and no regret

yee-fuckin-ha

I do love me some Parker rhyme
If only I were a word mancer
With three or four chords
I could set these lines to time

I suck at this shit.

 

[parker77]

I'm calling dibs on Quill_Bitch as my next alt.

be patient, additional potential monickers will unveil themselves.

 

[parker77]

So. This is open to anyone, right? And to those who write and/or are a fucker?

If so, I might just fit into one of those categories, therefore, I'll post.

Wrote this a while back. It resulted from the after-thoughts of a one-sided conversation.


Prepossessing vignette within gleaming concept
Sparkle that spins a fabricated certitude

Hope crafted upon gossamer wings
With soaring expectations bound to an apterous form

Desultory consideration of a finite infinity
Trusting in volatility while tripping headlong into nullity

Crestfallen rendering within shattered perception
Denouement denoted by the approaching onslaught

Unbecoming branded into becoming

you will have to select your category for yourself. thanks for contributing. play again anytime.

 

[parker77]

I do love me some Parker rhyme
If only I were a word mancer
With three or four chords
I could set these lines to time

I suck at this shit.

it has a chorus and a bridge not included herein. needs some polish to be ready for prime time on the songwriters’ circuit. listen to some Tyler Childress, then see what you can do with this. i have complete faith in your talent.

 

[blade_rocknut]

it has a chorus and a bridge not included herein. needs some polish to be ready for prime time on the songwriters’ circuit. listen to some Tyler Childress, then see what you can do with this. i have complete faith in your talent.

Man, I love me some Whitehouse Road, Nose to the Grindstone, and Honky Tonk Flame. That cracker can lay it down.

 

[parker77]

Man, I love me some Whitehouse Road, Nose to the Grindstone, and Honky Tonk Flame. That cracker can lay it down.

you’re all over the vibe i had goin’ while writing that one. you got this!

 

[parker77]

ways to be wicked

i wouldn’t normally do this, but here’s something that’s not mine. i remember hearing it when it was released and enjoying it on so many levels. so, for your enjoyment, here’s a link to the original video and the lyrics.

Ways to be Wicked - Lone Justice

Honey, why you always smile
When you see me hurt so bad
Tell me what I did to you, babe
That could make you act like that

Well, I've been your fool before, honey
Yeah and I probably will again
'Cause you ain't afraid to let me have it
No, you ain't afraid to stick it in

Well, you know so many
Ways to be wicked
Oh, but you don't know one little thing about love

I can take a little pain
Yeah, I can hold it pretty well
I can watch your little eyes light up
While you're walking me through hell

Well, I've been your fool before, honey
Yeah, I probably will again
'Cause you ain't afraid to let me have it
No, you ain't afraid to stick it in

Well you know so many
Ways to be wicked
But you don't know one little thing about love

Those cobra eyes
Light with a smile
Baby, you take pride
In the devil down inside

Well, I can take a little pain
Yeah, I can hold it pretty well
I can watch your little eyes light up
While you're walking me through hell

Well, I've been your fool before, honey
Yeah, and I probably will again
You ain't afraid to let me have it
No, you ain't afraid to stick it in

Well, you know so many
Ways to be wicked
Oh, but you don't know one little thing about love

Well, you know so many
Ways to be wicked
Yeah, but you don't know one little, one little thing about love

Yeah, you know so many
Ways to be wicked
But you don't know one little thing about love

 

[parker77]

don’t know why
i feel like i do
every little thing
that i find in you

your constant fever
burning white hot
a teasing toughness
thing that you’ve got

turn of the tables
flip of the switch
you lose your mind
when i control it

pushed in the corner
back against the wall
no help is coming
no need to call

give in to me now
don’t waste my time
you know i own you
always you’ve been mine

come get your medicine
take it at my hand
wrapped round your throat
under my command

down on your knees
at my feet on the floor
give you what i choose
and you’ll beg for more

a spank of my thickness
to the side of you face
your anticipation
holds you in place

flesh on flesh excites you
eyes full of hope
that you’ll be holding
my all in your throat

tell me you deserve it
that it’s what you need
show me your worship
beg me with a please

blink if you want mercy
stare if you want more
such a slut you are
as you’re rattled to your core

you’re a pretty sight
dirty polished pearl
cum at my command
my choke throat fuck girl

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

*subscribed*

I’m a quipper, not a writer.
I will lurk.

That's not true. You are a writer
Quick, sharp, clear as a bell
You pack a punch in a few short lines

No need to guess what you're thinking
Everyone knows

 

[parker77]

*subscribed*

I’m a quipper, not a writer.
I will lurk.

write your quips. let us be entertained with quips.

think of them as unstructured haikus.

 

[parker77]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/144e61ad38e9922734f1e18da53ad794/tumblr_po0fqtO9z41ufc04r_540.gif

a little something i recalled from a favorite thread that pleased me.

 

[parker77]

she says she rules everything
maybe including me
i’m impressed by her bravado
and sheer audacity
towering stems won’t get you everything
maybe a second look
unless they’re pinned in the proper position
like in a picture book
they kind they keep hidden away
behind the register stand
you gotta ask for view of them
to prove you’re a man
or twist them round by the ankles
to put you face down
such a pretty piece of human art
rip off that sleeping gown
or maybe raise those ankles to my ears
don’t make a fuss
collect them with a grasp behind the knees
expose the target of my lust
you could bend them into a full squat
perched on me astride
raise and lower that sweetest spot
cowgirl on a ride
but if ruling me is what she believes
take a different tone
enjoy my leather, my bite and tether
no ruling; you’re owned