Svedish_Chef

[Svedish_Chef]

No its not an ego thing

I see a night
A clear black knight
I see you're gay
Oh no, Marvin Gaye

I just want to see cym post some really funky poetry again.

 

[cymbidia]

It's the middle of the night
My brain is fast asleep
Can't do funky poetry
Until i get some sleep.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Fuck
a duck
on a truck
in the muck

See cym, I didn't use your name either

 

[cymbidia]

My nick, my name, it makes me cringe
When it's a part of thread titles
I blush and swear and come unhinged
Feel wounded in my vitals.

You have my lasting gratitude
And air kisses forever
For nick temptations unpursued
But your bad-rhyme stuff's a fever.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

You seriously think I can GOOD-Rhyme?

Oh but cym
I looked
From cunt to quim
And filled with desire
What did I enquire?
"Oh, do you live in sin!"

 

[StondTmplPilot]

the eskimo mumbles to himself....

fuck a duck! these mucklucks suck!!!!

 

[cymbidia]

I'm off to bed at one o'clock
My feet are fucking freezing
It's early, yes, for this nighthawk
But better than more sneezing.

 

[cymbidia]

Well, hell... you think i can good rhyme either?

I live in sin, oh yes i do,
Each day i sin the whole day through
With laughter and my licking tongue
I slurp and slide till all are done.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Re: the eskimo mumbles to himself....

fuck a duck! these mucklucks suck!!!!

WOOHOO.

I mean.

Why thankyou.

Cym, she lives in sin
And we all win
Life is so sweet
And she is so neat
I'd take her home to meet my mum
Cept I think she wouldn't come

And what would mother say?

 

[cymbidia]

Your mother she would say, "Why dear!
"Who is this sweet girl you have here?
"Can she cook and clean and smear
"Sandwich jelly, full of cheer?"

"Oh no," you'd say, "Oh no not her!
"She's no kinda housekeeper
"She's good with pain and floggings though."
And out your front door i would go.

 

[RisiaSkye]

If he still lives with mother, dear
there's no point in your pursuing.
When a grown man holds mom that near
his therapy bill's your undoing.

If you need strength and comfort from
one who can hold the upper hand
don't pick a mommy's favorite sun,
or challenge her claim on that man.

If to this day he loves and cares for
she who healed him with kisses.
I'd be afraid to further explore
as it seems mom was also his first Mistress.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Not lived with mummy for years
So I say I am safe
But how can I marry
If mum doesn't hate you?

So in that case
You have passed
Now will go see dad
And see if he flirts...

We know you use whips
And chains so well
But can you inflict pain
On dad, and can you tell?

 

[Rambling Rose]

Since daddy was your role model
Trying hard to form you after him
He left it to mummy to coddle
But you never were certain of quim

I'll see if he flirts well and pleases
Perhaps even sit on his lap
If he tries to get fresh, well then Jesus
We may even retire to 'nap'

When you finally decide your desire
Be it male or female, it's your call
Even luscious young chippies for hire
But don't think that you can have it all

I'll be waiting with dad while you ponder
Let me know when you make up your mind
We'll be playing a game that I'm fond of
Pin the tail on the girlie's behind!

 

[cymbidia]

I am still tired, that is true
I did not sleep the whole night through.
I went in circles, tossed and turned
And dreamed of Dad; I was concerned.

Not my Dad – Yours! Yes yours, I say
I dreamed of your Dad all the day
And through the night, such sexy dreams
Of wild sexual extremes.

Of fingers, mouths and tongues entwined
Our bodies vertically aligned
Sliding, touching, fingers clutching
Him pumping into my flesh, thrusting

Harder now and shouting loudly
While he came gallons, grunting proudly.
Then sweaty smiling down at me
Still pinned beneath his big body

“Woman, you don’t need my boy
“From now on you’ll be my fuck toy.”
Still afire, “Oh yes, “ I gasped,
“Now stick that big cock in my ass.”

The story’s moral is: Beware!
Though sad, it is the truth, I swear,
That when it’s time to choose one’s man
Experienced men will get my... hand.

 

[lickerish]

OMG.. lol..

BRAVO!





(i've talked to his dad before.. how funny )

 

[Svedish_Chef]

(i've talked to his dad before.. how funny )

Bad girl, BAAAAAAD Girl.

So again dad get's laid
And I'm on my own
All the thoughts
All the training
All alone

So it seems everyone jumped DAD
For that he will be eternally grateful
I'll tell him though in real life, no sex
On Lit he's getting more than a handful

And he'll say, "WHERE?"
I'll say on lit where I live
"So long as I'm getting some,
I dont care, so long as its live"

 

[lickerish]

bad girl? moi? noooooo.

Yes, I admit it.. it’s not hard to see,
I have enough love for everybody.
But, i’m afraid your father will not do,
as I have lust for the one that stirs the stew..