Bored???? This is funny!!

[HottieMama]

http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator.htm

Write the best love poem in the world by filling in a few simple blanks...


i'll post mine in a bit.

 

[myinnerslut]

i couldnt get it to work

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

truly sick , I approve !

Your skin glows like the lychee , blossoms fast as the plumeria in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a wolf at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great flamingo wing.
I am comforted by your brassiere that I carry into the twilight of bonsai tree beams and hold next to my cock.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mecury.
As my cunt falls from my shirt it reminds me of your diamond.
In the quiet, I listen for the last sonata of the day.
My heated throat leaps to my bandanna. I wait in the moonlight for your secret key so that we may stroke as one, throat to throat, in search of the magnificient black and mystical glass of love.

 

[LadyAria]

My Love

Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms bloody as the gerberdaisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your underoos that I carry into the twilight of dvdbeams and hold next to my finger.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of tea.
As my ear falls from my chaps, it reminds me of your umbrella.
In the quiet, I listen for the last buzz of the day.
My heated ass leaps to my garterbelt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret scissors so that we may hit as one, ass to ass, in search of the magnificient red and mystical rubberbands of love.

 

[HottieMama]

**SNORT**

My Love

Your skin glows like the nectarine, blossoms painful as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great bluejay wing.
I am comforted by your leather pants that I carry into the twilight of boybeams and hold next to my tits.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of vodka.
As my dick falls from my skirt, it reminds me of your girl.
In the quiet, I listen for the last smack of the day.
My heated ass leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret rabbit so that we may spank as one, ass to ass, in search of the magnificient grey and mystical job of love.​

 

[LadyAria]

**SNORT**

My Love

Your skin glows like the nectarine, blossoms painful as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great bluejay wing.
I am comforted by your leather pants that I carry into the twilight of boybeams and hold next to my tits.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of vodka.
As my dick falls from my skirt, it reminds me of your girl.
In the quiet, I listen for the last smack of the day.
My heated ass leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret rabbit so that we may spank as one, ass to ass, in search of the magnificient grey and mystical job of love.​

*snicker*

ass to ass

 

[Exogenous]

Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms juicy as the gardenia in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great cardinal wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of blindfoldbeams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my cock falls from my pants, it reminds me of your glass.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hip leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret chocolate so that we may melt as one, hip to hip, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical ocean of love.

 

[HottieMama]

*snicker*

ass to ass

Remember....

this is AFTER my dick falls from my skirt....

 

[neonflux]

Love Poem

Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms rosy as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a bear at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your suspenders that I carry into the twilight of taxibeams and hold next to my little finger.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of bleach.
As my earlobe falls from my bra, it reminds me of your cantaloupe.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated bucktooth leaps to my cravat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret lamp so that we may ingest as one, bucktooth to bucktooth, in search of the magnificent lavender and mystical sky of love.
​

 

[LadyAria]

Remember....

this is AFTER my dick falls from my skirt....

Well, my ear fell from my chaps...that has got to be some weird violent position to get those two tangled together.

 

[neonflux]

Remember....

this is AFTER my dick falls from my skirt....

Hey, I've had that happen before!

 

[HottieMama]

Hey, I've had that happen before!

ROFL....

i somehow think LC wouldn't like it if it happened to me....

 

[minx1]

Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms thrusting as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a leopard at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven wing.
I am comforted by your sheer black panties that I carry into the twilight of echoesbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my legs falls from my silk scarf, it reminds me of your bottle.
In the quiet, I listen for the last grunting of the day.
My heated cock leaps to my suspenders. I wait in the moonlight for your secret vibrator so that we may gigantic as one, cock to cock, in search of the magnificient red and mystical man of love.


um, somehow I seem to have a cock

 

[neonflux]

Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms thrusting as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a leopard at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven wing.
I am comforted by your sheer black panties that I carry into the twilight of echoesbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my legs falls from my silk scarf, it reminds me of your bottle.
In the quiet, I listen for the last grunting of the day.
My heated cock leaps to my suspenders. I wait in the moonlight for your secret vibrator so that we may gigantic as one, cock to cock, in search of the magnificient red and mystical man of love.


um, somehow I seem to have a cock

Cock to cock? Sheer black panties? Where is Shankie!!! ROFL

 

[lk70]

I am WAY too hysterical over these. I must not be getting enough sleep.

Here's mine...litterbox of love?

Your skin glows like the grapes, blossoms smooth as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great hawk wing.
I am comforted by your bra that I carry into the twilight of tablebeams and hold next to my knee.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of urine.
As my hair falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your television.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my shoe. I wait in the moonlight for your secret computer so that we may run as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical litterbox of love.​

 

[satindesire]

Here's mine...litterbox of love?

*DIES*

 

[BiBunny]

WTF?

Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms smart as the tulip in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great lovebird wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of tablebeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my foot falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your chair.
In the quiet, I listen for the last purr of the day.
My heated stomach leaps to my pants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret pillow so that we may sleep as one, stomach to stomach, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical lamp of love.

Well, B. and I aren't skinny people, so I guess we do sleep stomach to stomach, since that's what sticks out the farthest.

 

[lk70]

Hey Bunny! You and I both apparently live in a world with tablebeams.

Does your world have men in white coats in it too?

 

[BiBunny]

Hey Bunny! You and I both apparently live in a world with tablebeams.

Does your world have men in white coats in it too?

Well, you see, I do have this medical fetish....

 

[Sir_Winston54]

I think my true love is a robot...

Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms luscious as the cactus rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your zither voice and leaps like a coatimundi at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great auk wing.
I am comforted by your left sock that I carry into the twilight of chairbeams and hold next to my right nipple.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Pennzoil 10w-30.
As my toenail falls from my tam o'shanter, it reminds me of your microwave oven.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bzzzzzt! of the day.
My heated elbow leaps to my Armani. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dog so that we may vacuum as one, elbow to elbow, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical sage of love.​

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Hey Bunny! You and I both apparently live in a world with tablebeams.

Does your world have men in white coats in it too?

I have chairbeams - does that mean the three of us are a matched set?

 

[Sir_Winston54]

...litterbox of love?

Now that's a mind picture I *never* wanted to have!

 

[Sir_Winston54]

magnificient purple and mystical lamp of love.

Is that a lava lamp? If it's one of the originals, not the cheap knock-offs they sell nowadays, it's worth a few bucks!

 

[lk70]

I have chairbeams - does that mean the three of us are a matched set?

Actually when I read yours I was gonna say that! But you beat me to it. And if Bunny really has a lava lamp, we really have the beginnings of a happening pad.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

And if Bunny really has a lava lamp, we really have the beginnings of a happening pad.

I love lava lamps, and black light posters that have one image under "normal" light, but something *completely* different when the black light comes on...

Back in high school, we had an artist friend who painted what appeared to be an idyllic meadow on two walls of his bedroom and most of the ceiling (sky, clouds, etc.)... but when he switched off the incandescents and turned on the black lights, the meadow became a primeval forest with a 3-D dragon attacking from the upper portion of one wall and the ceiling. It was absolutely awesome. Teenage girls were known to pee their pants the first time they saw it. (And I think a couple of the guys may have dribbled a little, too, LOL!)