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If poetry was an art of seduction what would yours be ?

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley

Your every breath that breaths on me in every embrace deep and with emotion needs no words ,

Your heart beat that beats so loud when our bodies collide needs no translation ,

You and me together means a perfect fit to our needs , Just you and me .

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

I dont do poetry no more

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


"I dont do poetry no more"

That's sad news for poetry.

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

The brush of her lips as they touch the first time

Her breath on my skin as I pull her body to mine

The teasing of tongues dancing over the lips

The feel of her curves as I caress her hips

The breathing now deepening as our tongues explore

The feeling of clothes dropping slowly down to the floor

The building of passion as our mouths start to dance

The feeling of moistness as I slide my hand in her pants

Urgency increasing as I press her against the wall

Spine tingling with energy, as her breaths rise and fall

Lost in the moment consumed by the fire

Of arousal, pure pleasure and wanton desire

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley


"The brush of her lips as they touch the first time

Her breath on my skin as I pull her body to mine

The teasing of tongues dancing over the lips

The feel of her curves as I caress her hips

The breathing now deepening as our tongues explore

The feeling of clothes dropping slowly down to the floor

The building of passion as our mouths start to dance

The feeling of moistness as I slide my hand in her pants

Urgency increasing as I press her against the wall

Spine tingling with energy, as her breaths rise and fall

Lost in the moment consumed by the fire

Of arousal, pure pleasure and wanton desire"

Wow hats off to you

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

You are the sun to my moon

The ying to my yang

There's no on earth I'd rather bang

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley


"You are the sun to my moon

The ying to my yang

There's no on earth I'd rather bang

"

Quality

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By *awk90Man
over a year ago

Amsterdam

Oh freddled gruntbuggly...

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By *ineMan
over a year ago

In cave behind a waterfall on a hill

Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo.

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo."

?? LMAO

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By *orraine999Woman
over a year ago

Somewhere

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

I like your body. I like what it does. I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones and the trembling, firm smoothness and which I will again and again and again kiss.

I like kissing this and that of you.

I like slowing stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur and what is it comes over parting flesh.

And eyes big love crumbs and possibly I like the thrill of you under me.

You so quite new.

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


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo."

Irresistible

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


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo."

Define which Rolo is the last one? Because there is a Rolo at each end so if you ate the ones in tge middle and worked out you would have two last Rolos

Although if you started at top of the tube you could still have two last Rolos because how could you prove that first Rolo ever existed....

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By *partharmonyCouple
over a year ago

Ruislip

Your cheeks are like peaches - football peaches.

Your teeth are like stars - they come out at night.

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

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy a shag

Can i come inside you...

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


"Your cheeks are like peaches - football peaches.

Your teeth are like stars - they come out at night. "

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By *ily WhiteWoman
over a year ago

?

FAF FAF FAF FAF

FAF FAF FAF

FAF FAF FAF FAF

FAF FAF FAF

I took my inspiration from Blackadder

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

Violets are blue roses are red get down darling give me some head

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


"I dont do poetry no more

That's sad news for poetry."
i know

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By *ineMan
over a year ago

In cave behind a waterfall on a hill


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo.

Define which Rolo is the last one? Because there is a Rolo at each end so if you ate the ones in tge middle and worked out you would have two last Rolos

Although if you started at top of the tube you could still have two last Rolos because how could you prove that first Rolo ever existed....

"

Way too existentialist

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By *ineMan
over a year ago

In cave behind a waterfall on a hill


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo.

Irresistible"

If only. They usually grab the Rolo and run away fast

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


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo.

Irresistible

If only. They usually grab the Rolo and run away fast "

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By *pursChick aka ShortieWoman
over a year ago

On a mooch


"Forget the poetry.

I just give her my last Rolo.

Define which Rolo is the last one? Because there is a Rolo at each end so if you ate the ones in tge middle and worked out you would have two last Rolos

Although if you started at top of the tube you could still have two last Rolos because how could you prove that first Rolo ever existed....

"

Made me chuckle

I used to do the first scenario all the time, start in the middle and eat outwards until the two ends were left

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By *ust PeachyWoman
over a year ago

Prestonish

I’d probably use Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s work - she wrote some rather lovely words!

‘I love thee to the breadth and depth and height my soul can reach!’

Nice!

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley


"I’d probably use Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s work - she wrote some rather lovely words!

‘I love thee to the breadth and depth and height my soul can reach!’

Nice! "

Nice

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By *ust PeachyWoman
over a year ago

Prestonish


"I’d probably use Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s work - she wrote some rather lovely words!

‘I love thee to the breadth and depth and height my soul can reach!’

Nice!

Nice "

Am I allowed to edit the mistakes in your status btw? Nice sentiment though!

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

Don’t do poetry

I do food n vino

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By *ylan11 OP   Man
over a year ago

osterley


"Don’t do poetry

I do food n vino "

By reading most posts an art has been lost x

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

Roses are red, gold is yellow.. I'd fuck you like a good little fellow

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

I thought I’d try another one

I'm really not a poet,

Because my words just come out wrong.

I'm no good as a lyricist,

Because I cannot write the song

That tells you how you make me feel,

Every morning when I awake.

And when I'm far away without your tender touch

How it makes my body ache.

To be lying naked next to you

To caress your lips with mine

Stroking your body with a teasing touch

It would simply be divine

And as you gasp to catch your breath

I'll hold you tightly in my grasp

And whisper how much I love you

Then fuck you up the arse

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By *ust PeachyWoman
over a year ago

Prestonish


"I thought I’d try another one

I'm really not a poet,

Because my words just come out wrong.

I'm no good as a lyricist,

Because I cannot write the song

That tells you how you make me feel,

Every morning when I awake.

And when I'm far away without your tender touch

How it makes my body ache.

To be lying naked next to you

To caress your lips with mine

Stroking your body with a teasing touch

It would simply be divine

And as you gasp to catch your breath

I'll hold you tightly in my grasp

And whisper how much I love you

Then fuck you up the arse"

You had me at ‘thought’!

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

Not d*unk is he

Who from the floor

Can rise again, and drink some more.

But d*unk is he

Who prostrate lies.

Without the power,

To drink,

Or rise.

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

Ee by gum stick a finger in yer bum.

That'll work won't it?

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


"I thought I’d try another one

I'm really not a poet,

Because my words just come out wrong.

I'm no good as a lyricist,

Because I cannot write the song

That tells you how you make me feel,

Every morning when I awake.

And when I'm far away without your tender touch

How it makes my body ache.

To be lying naked next to you

To caress your lips with mine

Stroking your body with a teasing touch

It would simply be divine

And as you gasp to catch your breath

I'll hold you tightly in my grasp

And whisper how much I love you

Then fuck you up the arse

You had me at ‘thought’! "

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