Raven's Beak: Of blades and sheaths.

[Ravenloft]

Brothers in arms, me and beak.

Our swords homeless, sheaths we seek!

So old and rusted I fear them meek!

Oh lady's, lady's, hone our blades with your cheeks!

Of you do we will give you more than a peek!

 

[Nobody Special's wife]

In a whip in a flash
I will show you a Cheek
From behind of never more
will you see one so firm

 

[Beaker]

Me and raven
I say are craven
Oh to open and see muff
I know it will be enough
But who will it be
Who will we find?
Or is it all we cant
leave behind?

 

[Ravenloft]

Oh, it is the muff...

That sweet sensual stuff...

That I wish to fluff...

But some times its just too tough...

to find a lady that won't fly into a huff...

When asked to share her muff!

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Muff oh muff wherefore art though?

[Edited by Svedish_Chef on 03-01-2001 at 06:55 PM]

 

[Beaker]

A lady that shares

Is a lady who cares

Is that not fair

That we all get some there?

But is that a lady

Or is it another?

 

[Ravenloft]

Another?

Oh brother!

Hope its not my mother...



The night grows long.

And we two knights sing a sad, sad song.

I hand you my bong...

So I can play with my dong...

Boy, I am so wrong!

I ment... A game of pong...

Never would I touch my shlong!

I am no king kong!

*Nice asian lady strikes a gong*

But I do wear a thong!

That I pull on with tongs...

*Her brothers name is wong.*

 

[Guest]

Give it up already, Jason. Your poetry sucks.

 

[Starfish]

Here Raven speaks
wishing to take a peek
at the open lands
of a dame on a hand

I know this true
for he asked if I'd do
but yet I have not
because I am distraught

Oh why won't the others
give way to these flutters
of Raven's mouth's tussy
espressing cravings for...

 

[Ravenloft]

I dare not speak further in rhyme for chastized I was...

So now I speak true, I did indeed cry out to see the sight of a dame planted firmly upon her hand.

But that being uncouth to she, another much more capable shall travel where she fears to tread.

Oh, how I long to see it intimately...

Beaker, tell me, would you stand by me as this sceen unfolds?

 

[Beaker]

Yes my friend I will stand by as it (oops, I mean the screen) unfolds

But what hav I to do

For this tale excludes me

I will not just stand by and hold your...

HAND!

 

[SweetCherry]

A maiden now before you stands
Meekly folding gentle hands.
Sweet as cherry, soft as silk
Satin skin as white as milk
Seeking, wanting, needing a sword.
Might I borrow yours, My Lord?
Ease away the rust of time
Such neglect must be a crime
Allowing swords as fine as these
To not see maidens on their knees
Lips and tongue so willing now
As the maid before you bow
Seek to pleasure and ease your grief
And give these warriors sweet relief.

 

[Beaker]

Could it be
That someone wants not the Raven but the Beak?

I don't know I will have to wait
O give me a sign
Sweet Cherry
Cheeks aflame

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muff oh muff wherefore art though?

Oh my gawd, I was working!!!!

 

[Svedish_Chef]

But as soon as he said muff it was all I could think of, but you are here now right?

 

[SweetCherry]

Are not the Beak and Raven one?
Seek they not now what's begun?
Maiden pure and willing now
Show the knights a willing bow.
kneeling mild before your feet
Cheeks aglow with pious heat.
Mayhaps tis more that, methinks
A maiden not, but a lusty minx.
Wishing swords, hard and straight
She no longers wants to wait,
Reaching for your weapons sure.
Can you now resist her lure?
Tell me fast and tell me true
Seek thee now this wench's dew?

 

[Beaker]

No the beak and Raven are not one
I will seek you now you have answered. my one
A willing maiden now
Wishes to bend and bow
Oh my lord she kisses my feet
I see the rosy glow and feel the heat
She seems a little scared, methinks
And yet she winks, cheeky minx
She wants it long, hard and straight
And I will not make her wait
I will do it, to be sure
She cannot tempt, I have taken the lure
I will tell her now, it is true
That we are lusting, I can see her dew!

 

[SweetCherry]

Milord, before thy feet I kneel.
To your eyes do I appeal?
In thy bed wouldst tho allow
A maiden willing to serve you now?
I seek solace from the storm
And a bed, so soft and warm.
This maid for sure can serve you well.
Do you want her, do pray tell.
She's fair to see and soft of flesh
Her fingers now in yours will mesh.
She longs to make your visage smile.
May she please you for a while?

 

[Beaker]

Before my feet she doth kneel
O my lord look at her appeal
It is time for us to bed
And then maybe even wed
For this electric touch
Is by far too much
She drives me crazy
With talk of her soft flesh
And how well we will mesh
So long since I was able to smile
Yet I haven't felt it for a while
She can please
On her knees
On the bed
Give me head
And with a dove
We make love
Oh dear I said to much
Will she reply to my touch?

 

[SweetCherry]

Spreading softly upon the bed
Red hair pillowed around her head
Easing open pale thighs
Opening petals before your eyes.
Petals moist with desire's dew.
See how she now welcomes you?
Inviting now with maiden's trust.
Willing victim of your lust.
Seeking naught but love's affection.
Urging you in her direction.
Take her, now, for she is yours.
Wanton, willing, she knows the scores.
She longs now to be your sheathe,
Needs it more than she needs to breathe.
Her soul as bared as pale breasts,
Seeking to reach her pleasure's crests.
A maiden she wishes to be no longer.
Take her, now, the feeling is stronger.
Seeking her future with the Beak
All you must do, Milord, is speak.
Want her yes or want her no
Speak, Milord, and let her know!

 

[Ravenloft]

You two make such a cute couple.

I hope her body is warm and supple.

And that she can give you pleasure.

Something that you can treasure.

You and I were once one...

It was nice, it was fun...

Now that we are over.

I will stand here, in a shade of clover.

 

[SweetCherry]

Raven, feathers black as night.
Seekest thou the flesh's delight?
Yonder stands a maid so pure.
She drops her gaze, she's so demure.
She seeks for now a sword to sheathe
Between her thighs she gives you leave.
Opening to your probing touch.
Protests she not overmuch.
She seeks the favor of your eye.
Suggesting now, give her a try.
Wild and willing just for you.
Is she not better than the ewe?
Her fleece is golden, soft and sweet.
Her pleasure sounds of moans, not bleats.
Kiss her gentle, taste her charms.
Willing, she will fall into your arms.

 

[Ravenloft]

A lady within the circle of my arm.

I would never want to do her harm.

For I would be swayed so well by her charm.

So much so that I would leave this here farm!

Beaker, could we not share,

a maiden so radient and so fair...

So much better than a mare...

I know that we are men who care!

 

[SweetCherry]

Mayhaps a maid with hair of red
Could serve two warriors instead.
A willing, wanton vixen, true
Could easily please the two of you.
Velvet sheathe for plural sword,
Single maiden for plural Lord.
Lusty wench with cheeks of pink
Knows much to keep you at the brink.
An impish trollop, you lucky Lords.
She wants to polish BOTH your swords!

 

[Beaker]

My dear raven as close as we are..
could we share this maiden fair
I dont know do we dare?