Gaydears pulling my sleigh

[Guest]

On Lasher, on Dixon, on PurpleHaze
On Ambrosious, on Sparky with your funny ways,
On my Gaydears as I snap my whip on your bare asses
Lined up like beer glasses they don their leather harnesses
Hands on each other shoulders and anuses greased, do I hear a little nay
For they are ready to be fleeced, and to pull my sleigh
I still think they love to be gay, but like a steam engine they do flay
With a snap, snap, snap of my whip they engage with a groan and a little play
Pump my little gaydears and let us fly through the night
But wait Purple in the front will never come in flight
Oh, how do I say… his cock just glows purple to light my way

 

[Purple Haze]

Twas the Night at Literotica when all through the threads,
Sat a post that sat dormant like an tool in the shed,
Bonnie Wee had her moment, Carter Lee had his clout,
Expertise left them guessing what the board is about,

Now I in my office find a post I should read,
A post lacking humor, by a troll in deep need,
Respond with confusion, respond with great fear,
Respond with some diction coz everyone's here,

Keep your eye on your numbers the Literots say,
Every post every minute, every hour every day,
One thousand replies to a relevant post ,
Keeps sunshine still singing, keeps most posting most,

Now out in the distance, my blue eyes might peer,
Naked ass, smiling boobs, nice vulva my dear,
Would you like me to type how my wood purple grows,
Would you like me to lust after Siren, she knows,

My everyday puzzle is not what you know,
I wanna see Ambro try to shovel the snow,
I wanna see Lionness come out of her house,
I want Nakedhunny to find a good spouse,

I wanna do Cheri, I wanna do Thorne,
Lovely Latina since the day I was born,
I'll put my nuts on a platter and bet my last dollar,
I'd make CB sing, Juliangel would holler,

On Lasher, On Thumper, underneath TN_Vixen,
On Killer, On Konkrite, On Deborah and Dixon,
To the top of page one, To the post on the wall,
They say troll away, troll away, troll away all,

My huge purple prick has caused interest in guests,
But bad poetry is the post it invests,
If you look in the skys and you see something bright,
Once again you've mistaken me for R Nitelight,

 

[Guest]

Oh Oh, Purple Haze
Your prose gets my praise
I recognize your name
From when maybe your were a dame
Oh under many different guise
Have you spread your lies
But always is it same
Just a funny little game