FabSwingers.com forum: Perverse poetry

By *ombiker OP Man
over a year ago

the right side of the river

Apparently I am a poet and I don't know it

Begging for pegging

Does not make you gay

But real cock in the rear

Results in being queer.

Licking clean a pussy

In which you just cum

Doesn't suit all tastes

But it's quite kinky fun.

But if that pussy was

Filled by another guy

That sort of fun

Might hint that you're bi.

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By *ombiker OP Man
over a year ago

the right side of the river

Feel free to add some poetic creations

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown

Lips kissing while subtle hands gracefully glide up and down,

Erotic intentions known towards one forthcoming pound,

My hands cupping and caressing both breasts inside your bra from behind,

Your back arches as I kiss your neck now and begin to grind,

As you reach back inside bulging boxers and grasp both balls,

Wet and craving for me to give you my best, everything and all, ?

Down will come underwear as you then work one erect shaft,

beginning our night of sensual sinning and sexual graft

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By *ichael McCarthyMan
over a year ago

Lucan

My poem is just like my schlong

It's thick and it's not very long

It's not much of a rhyme

But I like it, it's mine

In fact it's my favourite dong.

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By *ombiker OP Man
over a year ago

the right side of the river

You wordsmith

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By *ilthyNightsCouple
over a year ago

East / North, Cork

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By *ilthyNightsCouple
over a year ago

East / North, Cork

(mine is in the form of a Haiku)

Ahh, Fab Swingers dot com,

Always in my top favourite browser history,

What a waste of time

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By *edknobsMan
over a year ago

mullingar

Fab is great

Fab is cool

If you follow the hidden rule

Don't show a pic of dick

Show a face pic

Or you'll be blocked like a f*ing fool

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By *og-ManMan
over a year ago

somewhere

I saw a female profile yesterday in a thread that I hadn't noticed before and read her profile

She had amazing poems on her profile....really worth a read

Hopefully she posts in here

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By *ichael McCarthyMan
over a year ago

Lucan

"I saw a female profile yesterday in a thread that I hadn't noticed before and read her profile

She had amazing poems on her profile....really worth a read

Hopefully she posts in here "

There's shite. It doesn't rhyme at all!

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By *ichael McCarthyMan
over a year ago

Lucan

My favourite fab use is Bog

Though his head is a thick as a log.

Once you get to know 'im

He'll write you a poem

At night while out walking his dog!

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown

There once was a fit Fabber

Who charged 50 quid for an All-nighter

He'd lick, nibble, tease, rim and pound

But once his name got around

He rode himself to death before he could retire

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I used to write poems when i first joined

Rhyming's a smart wet of wetting my loins

I quickly found twas not words that were wanted

So I turned to the camera, got my bits out and flaunted.

But pictures are shallow, an illusion you see,

When it comes to a meet, then its 3D me.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Give me a mouthful,

Sweaty and boastful,

Growling and wanton, escaping the boredom.

Smack my ass some,

Tickle my balls 'til i cum,

Reverse the position,

Perverse in my submission.

Give me some coffee,

Candle and ice,

Round three and four,

Take out the vice.

Tied up not tied down,

Searching for freedom,

Zero emotions,

Escaping the boredom.

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By *imself70Man
over a year ago

Wesht Cork

There was a young rebel called tom,

Who fiddled around with his schlong,

He did it too much and got a very sore crutch,

He felt kinda sad until he heard about fab,

And now it's Even worse

( but tom lived happy ever after)

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By *asual777Man
over a year ago

i travel all over

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By *asual777Man
over a year ago

i travel all over

When I wear my purple tuxedo

I want to sink you with my pink torpedo

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By *astelloWoman
over a year ago

Far far away

To tease a little, tantalising

To evoke, and watch it rising,

Sublime, enraptured by its majesty,

To not enjoy, would be a complete travesty.

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By *uriousVoyeurMan
over a year ago

Northside

"My favourite fab use is Bog

Though his head is a thick as a log.

Once you get to know 'im

He'll write you a poem

At night while out walking his dog!

Yer man Mick Mc Carthy from Lucan,

His favourite word it is Fookin...

He's not always right,

His poems they are shite,

"Ah sure look" he says like a Toucan!!

Jaysus,I'm so tired

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By *ichael McCarthyMan
over a year ago

Lucan

"My favourite fab use is Bog

Though his head is a thick as a log.

Once you get to know 'im

He'll write you a poem

At night while out walking his dog!

Yer man Mick Mc Carthy from Lucan,

His favourite word it is Fookin...

He's not always right,

His poems they are shite,

"Ah sure look" he says like a Toucan!!

Jaysus,I'm so tired

Hahaha..

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By *ichael McCarthyMan
over a year ago

Lucan

Poor Rubadubdub has a mole

On her foot, at the end of her sole

She'll send pics on fab

But they're really quite drab

Cos all we want to see is her hole!

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By *ealitybitesMan
over a year ago

Belfast

Forums full of quorums

Unicorns outnumbered by unique horns

Amateur modelling or professional arseyodelling

Mass debating over hotpics

Masturbating over hot chicks

Arse kissing or squirting is pissing

Welcome to fab

It's not all drab

Welcome to fabswingers

We aren't all mingers

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

We've got the forum banter crew

and the serious swingers too

Trolls, pervs and players abound

and the rarely seen above ground.

Go to socials, get a veri,

Its awful hard to pop your cherry.

So many messages, so much grief,

plaintive laments 'I think Ill leave'

But feck it, ah sure, everyone warns ya

Fab is what it is, Hotel California

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown

Don't mean to be vulgar as that's just not my style,

As I prefer creative writing what comes to mind this wee while,

Whether it's through choice words or cheeky rhyme

A means to an end towards some quality sexy time

Now, whether that's dry humping, nibbling licking, tugging or sucking

Spanking arse, massage oil with oodles of titty fucking

As long as it's all memorable versus quickie or farce,

To fuel the fantasy cum reality of balls smacking against arse...

Now I didn't mean to get you hot, bothered or roiled

Just a cheeky verse as the kettle here gets boiled!

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By *icker434Man
over a year ago

Limerick

There once was a fabber called _icker434,

His mickey was so big it dragged along the floor,

All the fab ladies queued for miles,

Doing cartwheels in excitement like Simone Biles,

He span his mickey like a helicopter,

The woman asking "am I on your hotlist?" he drop kicked her,

He hovered above his eager minions,

Sent them all dick pics and said "I care not for your opinions!"

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By *indenMan
over a year ago

Naas which is South West of Dublin

This reminded me of a story about Brendan Behan. The writer was once invited to Oxford to take part in a debate about the difference between prose and poetry.

His opponent spoke for almost two hours. Behan rose to his feet and promised to be brief. He recited an old Dublin rhyme.

There was a young fella

named Rollocks

Who worked for Ferrier Pollocks.

As he walked on the strand

With a girl by the hand

The water came up to his

ankles.

"That," declared Behan, "is

prose. But if the tide had been

in it would have been poetry."

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"This reminded me of a story about Brendan Behan. The writer was once invited to Oxford to take part in a debate about the difference between prose and poetry.

His opponent spoke for almost two hours. Behan rose to his feet and promised to be brief. He recited an old Dublin rhyme.

There was a young fella

named Rollocks

Who worked for Ferrier Pollocks.

As he walked on the strand

With a girl by the hand

The water came up to his

ankles.

"That," declared Behan, "is

prose. But if the tide had been

in it would have been poetry.""

Thank you

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