DjSmiG
Member
i was wondering is this a place to put ones poetry like stuff we have written or should there be one made up
DjSmiG said:ok kool its a bit raunchy and stuff
so id like feedback
Creating fabulous sights..with hands on your thighs...
I begin expanding the prize with a plan to surprise...
Imagine our lives, just picture perfection in motion...
Your fingers rubbing the thick erection with lotion...
Stick to sex with emotion, screams and cries of joy...
Sighs deploy.. involved in actions you and I enjoy...
Our minds employed..thoughts of freaky positions...
Physique in condition, crazy techniques and traditions...
With the speech of musicians, hearts beat to the sound...
Heat will surround, feet on the ground as she turns around...
Sheets arent unwound, and our legs tangled in the slack... Secretions dangle to the sack with an angle from the back... Strangling her rack, rubbing her nipples with my fingers...
No interruptions, cut the phone lines..crippling the ringers...
The tickling will linger, on for days...nights and weeks... Quite unique, moaning so strong she has to fight to speak...
Ignite the peak, bed rocking from the orgasmic height...
Memorial sex, she keeps talking of the fantastic night..
. Sparking from the evening you wore my jumper in the park... Letters and remarks led me to show u that its better in the dark... What I said to her embarked the opposite of regrets you get...
Let sweat prove it..turn fantasy into reality baby and lets do it...
That is not poetry... but maybe you have a future as a rap song writer?DjSmiG said:ok kool its a bit raunchy and stuff
so id like feedback
Creating fabulous sights..with hands on your thighs...
I begin expanding the prize with a plan to surprise...
Imagine our lives, just picture perfection in motion...
Your fingers rubbing the thick erection with lotion...
Stick to sex with emotion, screams and cries of joy...
Sighs deploy.. involved in actions you and I enjoy...
Our minds employed..thoughts of freaky positions...
Physique in condition, crazy techniques and traditions...
With the speech of musicians, hearts beat to the sound...
Heat will surround, feet on the ground as she turns around...
Sheets arent unwound, and our legs tangled in the slack... Secretions dangle to the sack with an angle from the back... Strangling her rack, rubbing her nipples with my fingers...
No interruptions, cut the phone lines..crippling the ringers...
The tickling will linger, on for days...nights and weeks... Quite unique, moaning so strong she has to fight to speak...
Ignite the peak, bed rocking from the orgasmic height...
Memorial sex, she keeps talking of the fantastic night..
. Sparking from the evening you wore my jumper in the park... Letters and remarks led me to show u that its better in the dark... What I said to her embarked the opposite of regrets you get...
Let sweat prove it..turn fantasy into reality baby and lets do it...