Poetry competition CLOSED 18th July 2019 9:07pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Troll Me, I Dare You
I Don’t Want Your Goat
It’s probably covered
with fleas and ticks
and poison ivy, too.
But you could have at least
told us
how many times we’re allowed
to try and get said goat,
nasty little farm varmint,
milk dripping from ugly
hanging teats
into the mouths of
snorting little baby goats,
progeny destined
to grow up like that from
which they were spawned.
It’s probably covered
with fleas and ticks
and poison ivy, too.
But you could have at least
told us
how many times we’re allowed
to try and get said goat,
nasty little farm varmint,
milk dripping from ugly
hanging teats
into the mouths of
snorting little baby goats,
progeny destined
to grow up like that from
which they were spawned.
Okay What Is A Snugglebuck
St. Paul, Minneapolis
I was dancing on the disco floor
Mm... my peripheral vision glimpsed this handsome gentleman checking me out, I do adore
Rubbing on my tits in lust, anticipation, hoping he can give my body even more
A stud I would love to get down on my knees for
His stature sliding up beside me
His breath was less than perfect, but hey he was still a manly tease
My name is Snugglebuck
Snuggle what, hum, there goes his butter rum flowing luck
You want to go back to my hotel suite, ahhh... my room
How much you got my love, for such a request full of promises once you get my soft petals to bloom
He dug in his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars
Not even close enough to expose my thong or wear my harness collar
“Oh, here we go,” a Crisp Benjamin
No can I get up in it
I thought about it, and he was so darn cute
I would like to see his head twisting why he’s lapping at my forbidden juicy fruit
Back at his place, his hotel room, not even a five-star suite
Had to rethink about getting undercover for our bodies to feast
Very messy for an intimate setting to get me into the mood
Or to delve into my desires while tasting the passion of my lickable carnal food
Out his clothes in a matter of minutes
His dick was flaccid, oh my mouth, I’m sure will win it
He turned around and popped a pill
Oh la la, an all night hard on thrill
Mm.. riding the girth of my dreams, a sweet cheap of a deal
Blindfold, submissive, my body as he pleases, at will
Two hours later, we were going at it and all
Lifted my blindfold, checking at the stall
I looked over at the nightstand, a bottle of...Geritol
His dentures were staring at me from out a glass
Still down there gumming my clit, fingering my ass
His hat worn over his toupee decorated my inner thigh with a rash
Wait…ahh… I have to go
I paid you to taste that infamous butter rum flow
You know… to see if I can still make you climax real slow
Climax real slow, my temper I could not keep in tow
You have been inside me for hours on end
I feel nothing from your pleasure, but air and wind
Your tongue in my slit absence to make my juices blend
Say, maybe you should call your handsome friend
And I thought you were this strong loving Heman
I will refund you
Since you could not give me or yourself, the satisfaction we crave of a kinky just due
I’m what every woman fantasize about
Geritol really… and no Viagra, I wanted to shout
And you boasted in my ear you were a master when licking down south
The confession were just silly lies floating from your mouth
I hurried out his suite
Still wrapped in his bed covering sheet
Chagrined for wasting my time for a naked limp greet
Snugglebuck, no, a Snugglebunny
Handsome, but didn’t have any money
No fetish to explore with honey
Could not even please me in his bed, now that is a rare, but funny
Oh baby…I still love you, but hey I’m your sweetest troll
No gratification for my sweet kitty cat and my tongue will roll
Shh... just keep your pants up and no one will ever see this to know
I was dancing on the disco floor
Mm... my peripheral vision glimpsed this handsome gentleman checking me out, I do adore
Rubbing on my tits in lust, anticipation, hoping he can give my body even more
A stud I would love to get down on my knees for
His stature sliding up beside me
His breath was less than perfect, but hey he was still a manly tease
My name is Snugglebuck
Snuggle what, hum, there goes his butter rum flowing luck
You want to go back to my hotel suite, ahhh... my room
How much you got my love, for such a request full of promises once you get my soft petals to bloom
He dug in his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars
Not even close enough to expose my thong or wear my harness collar
“Oh, here we go,” a Crisp Benjamin
No can I get up in it
I thought about it, and he was so darn cute
I would like to see his head twisting why he’s lapping at my forbidden juicy fruit
Back at his place, his hotel room, not even a five-star suite
Had to rethink about getting undercover for our bodies to feast
Very messy for an intimate setting to get me into the mood
Or to delve into my desires while tasting the passion of my lickable carnal food
Out his clothes in a matter of minutes
His dick was flaccid, oh my mouth, I’m sure will win it
He turned around and popped a pill
Oh la la, an all night hard on thrill
Mm.. riding the girth of my dreams, a sweet cheap of a deal
Blindfold, submissive, my body as he pleases, at will
Two hours later, we were going at it and all
Lifted my blindfold, checking at the stall
I looked over at the nightstand, a bottle of...Geritol
His dentures were staring at me from out a glass
Still down there gumming my clit, fingering my ass
His hat worn over his toupee decorated my inner thigh with a rash
Wait…ahh… I have to go
I paid you to taste that infamous butter rum flow
You know… to see if I can still make you climax real slow
Climax real slow, my temper I could not keep in tow
You have been inside me for hours on end
I feel nothing from your pleasure, but air and wind
Your tongue in my slit absence to make my juices blend
Say, maybe you should call your handsome friend
And I thought you were this strong loving Heman
I will refund you
Since you could not give me or yourself, the satisfaction we crave of a kinky just due
I’m what every woman fantasize about
Geritol really… and no Viagra, I wanted to shout
And you boasted in my ear you were a master when licking down south
The confession were just silly lies floating from your mouth
I hurried out his suite
Still wrapped in his bed covering sheet
Chagrined for wasting my time for a naked limp greet
Snugglebuck, no, a Snugglebunny
Handsome, but didn’t have any money
No fetish to explore with honey
Could not even please me in his bed, now that is a rare, but funny
Oh baby…I still love you, but hey I’m your sweetest troll
No gratification for my sweet kitty cat and my tongue will roll
Shh... just keep your pants up and no one will ever see this to know
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Anonymous
You’re Doing Great
Sounds like a motorbike a few yards away
but he’s actually wedged a tin can
on his bicycles back wheel
So I asked “Who hasn’t had sex in years?
Tell me how that feels.”
Now he’s racing so we can see Snuggle Bucks hand
Aww, do you wanna cuddle up, man?
When shit hits the fan
he threw the tissue up at it
after wiping his ass
Air freshener apparently
Sounds like a motorbike a few yards away
but he’s actually wedged a tin can
on his bicycles back wheel
So I asked “Who hasn’t had sex in years?
Tell me how that feels.”
Now he’s racing so we can see Snuggle Bucks hand
Aww, do you wanna cuddle up, man?
When shit hits the fan
he threw the tissue up at it
after wiping his ass
Air freshener apparently
"How does it feel to not have sex in years?" It makes me feel like a horny bunny locked in a solitary cage.🐇
This write truly hurt. Had enough it rubbed my nose 👃 in my own lonely reality, it also insulted the only woman in my life; Rosey DePalma.✋
Nobody knows the depth of pain but God, and all she does is laugh.😭
This write truly hurt. Had enough it rubbed my nose 👃 in my own lonely reality, it also insulted the only woman in my life; Rosey DePalma.✋
Nobody knows the depth of pain but God, and all she does is laugh.😭
Anonymous
Was a quick note on my phone, for a short story, aimed at me. Just put your name in. Don’t worry about a thing. 👍🏻
Okay What Is A Snugglebuck
St. Paul, Minneapolis
I was dancing on the disco floor
Mm... my peripheral vision glimpsed this handsome gentleman checking me out, I do adore
Rubbing on my tits in lust, anticipation, hoping he can give my body even more
A stud I would love to get down on my knees for
His stature sliding up beside me
His breath was less than perfect, but hey he was still a manly tease
My name is Snugglebuck
Snuggle what, hum, there goes his butter rum flowing luck
You want to go back to my hotel suite, ahhh... my room
How much you got my love, for such a request full of promises once you get my soft petals to bloom
He dug in his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars
Not even close enough to expose my thong or wear my harness collar
“Oh, here we go,” a Crisp Benjamin
No can I get up in it
I thought about it, and he was so darn cute
I would like to see his head twisting why he’s lapping at my forbidden juicy fruit
Back at his place, his hotel room, not even a five-star suite
Had to rethink about getting undercover for our bodies to feast
Very messy for an intimate setting to get me into the mood
Or to delve into my desires while tasting the passion of my lickable carnal food
Out his clothes in a matter of minutes
His dick was flaccid, oh my mouth, I’m sure will win it
He turned around and popped a pill
Oh la la, an all night hard on thrill
Mm.. riding the girth of my dreams, a sweet cheap of a deal
Blindfold, submissive, my body as he pleases, at will
Two hours later, we were going at it and all
Lifted my blindfold, checking at the stall
I looked over at the nightstand, a bottle of...Geritol
His dentures were staring at me from out a glass
Still down there gumming my clit, fingering my ass
His hat worn over his toupee decorated my inner thigh with a rash
Wait…ahh… I have to go
I paid you to taste that infamous butter rum flow
You know… to see if I can still make you climax real slow
Climax real slow, my temper I could not keep in tow
You have been inside me for hours on end
I feel nothing from your pleasure, but air and wind
Your tongue in my slit absence to make my juices blend
Say, maybe you should call your handsome friend
And I thought you were this strong loving Heman
I will refund you
Since you could not give me or yourself, the satisfaction we crave of a kinky just due
I’m what every woman fantasize about
Geritol really… and no Viagra, I wanted to shout
And you boasted in my ear you were a master when licking down south
The confession were just silly lies floating from your mouth
I hurried out his suite
Still wrapped in his bed covering sheet
Chagrined for wasting my time for a naked limp greet
Snugglebuck, no, a Snugglebunny
Handsome, but didn’t have any money
No fetish to explore with honey
Could not even please me in his bed, now that is a rare, but funny
Oh baby…I still love you, but hey I’m your sweetest troll
No gratification for my sweet kitty cat and my tongue will roll
Shh... just keep your pants up and no one will ever see this to know
I was dancing on the disco floor
Mm... my peripheral vision glimpsed this handsome gentleman checking me out, I do adore
Rubbing on my tits in lust, anticipation, hoping he can give my body even more
A stud I would love to get down on my knees for
His stature sliding up beside me
His breath was less than perfect, but hey he was still a manly tease
My name is Snugglebuck
Snuggle what, hum, there goes his butter rum flowing luck
You want to go back to my hotel suite, ahhh... my room
How much you got my love, for such a request full of promises once you get my soft petals to bloom
He dug in his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars
Not even close enough to expose my thong or wear my harness collar
“Oh, here we go,” a Crisp Benjamin
No can I get up in it
I thought about it, and he was so darn cute
I would like to see his head twisting why he’s lapping at my forbidden juicy fruit
Back at his place, his hotel room, not even a five-star suite
Had to rethink about getting undercover for our bodies to feast
Very messy for an intimate setting to get me into the mood
Or to delve into my desires while tasting the passion of my lickable carnal food
Out his clothes in a matter of minutes
His dick was flaccid, oh my mouth, I’m sure will win it
He turned around and popped a pill
Oh la la, an all night hard on thrill
Mm.. riding the girth of my dreams, a sweet cheap of a deal
Blindfold, submissive, my body as he pleases, at will
Two hours later, we were going at it and all
Lifted my blindfold, checking at the stall
I looked over at the nightstand, a bottle of...Geritol
His dentures were staring at me from out a glass
Still down there gumming my clit, fingering my ass
His hat worn over his toupee decorated my inner thigh with a rash
Wait…ahh… I have to go
I paid you to taste that infamous butter rum flow
You know… to see if I can still make you climax real slow
Climax real slow, my temper I could not keep in tow
You have been inside me for hours on end
I feel nothing from your pleasure, but air and wind
Your tongue in my slit absence to make my juices blend
Say, maybe you should call your handsome friend
And I thought you were this strong loving Heman
I will refund you
Since you could not give me or yourself, the satisfaction we crave of a kinky just due
I’m what every woman fantasize about
Geritol really… and no Viagra, I wanted to shout
And you boasted in my ear you were a master when licking down south
The confession were just silly lies floating from your mouth
I hurried out his suite
Still wrapped in his bed covering sheet
Chagrined for wasting my time for a naked limp greet
Snugglebuck, no, a Snugglebunny
Handsome, but didn’t have any money
No fetish to explore with honey
Could not even please me in his bed, now that is a rare, but funny
Oh baby…I still love you, but hey I’m your sweetest troll
No gratification for my sweet kitty cat and my tongue will roll
Shh... just keep your pants up and no one will ever see this to know
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Genius
You see my face but can’t decipher,
A blank slate
You invade my space while I dismiss you without ceremony,
Tail between your legs, wondering Why a nuisance like you
Is unworthy of my company
Wanting to know what’s up,
Because you don’t see what’s going down,
On the sides, above your head
Behind your back, in your face
But who cares?
Life, is just a Monet, right?
Painted hologram of happiness
You take it, no question
Satisfied being in denial
Rather glide in gold grime,
Then dive in a lucid lake
Ok, that’s your coin toss
That’s your choice to make,
But don’t expect me to join hands & Skinny dip in your
Leprechaun philosophy
Really, just speaking freely,
Putting it out there for the record to show, since it seems like you didn’t receive this memo...
I can’t tolerate phoniness or sincere pettiness,
Patience starting to quake,
Like a rash ready to break
So make no mistake-
I’m itching with vexation,
And no, this isn’t some dramatic exaggeration
I’m just allergic to Bullshit,
Fossilized, metaphoric,
Real life or fictional
Public or domestic,
Lyrical or political, so…..
Is it beginning to calculate,
How the odds differentiate?
It’s pretty obvious, you don’t have to be a genius,
The point’s been made: Why even try to having a conversation in the first place?
A blank slate
You invade my space while I dismiss you without ceremony,
Tail between your legs, wondering Why a nuisance like you
Is unworthy of my company
Wanting to know what’s up,
Because you don’t see what’s going down,
On the sides, above your head
Behind your back, in your face
But who cares?
Life, is just a Monet, right?
Painted hologram of happiness
You take it, no question
Satisfied being in denial
Rather glide in gold grime,
Then dive in a lucid lake
Ok, that’s your coin toss
That’s your choice to make,
But don’t expect me to join hands & Skinny dip in your
Leprechaun philosophy
Really, just speaking freely,
Putting it out there for the record to show, since it seems like you didn’t receive this memo...
I can’t tolerate phoniness or sincere pettiness,
Patience starting to quake,
Like a rash ready to break
So make no mistake-
I’m itching with vexation,
And no, this isn’t some dramatic exaggeration
I’m just allergic to Bullshit,
Fossilized, metaphoric,
Real life or fictional
Public or domestic,
Lyrical or political, so…..
Is it beginning to calculate,
How the odds differentiate?
It’s pretty obvious, you don’t have to be a genius,
The point’s been made: Why even try to having a conversation in the first place?
Written by SeaEntity1
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