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Challenge: Write a poem involving breasts
The summer night, sultry dream
As I stand at my balcony
Outside my bedroom sanctuary,
I long to shower to cool off
So I slip out of my filmy nighty
And arch and stretch knowing
Your eyes follow my figure's line
As I turn slowly 'round to show
My breasts to full advantage.
As I stand at my balcony
Outside my bedroom sanctuary,
I long to shower to cool off
So I slip out of my filmy nighty
And arch and stretch knowing
Your eyes follow my figure's line
As I turn slowly 'round to show
My breasts to full advantage.
It
Was just
After we
Had played a game
Of strip poker that
Pam slipped off her panties,
Turned towards me with those huge
Breasts of hers and allowed me to
Touch and fuck her while the other
Guys played to see who should hump her ass next.
Was just
After we
Had played a game
Of strip poker that
Pam slipped off her panties,
Turned towards me with those huge
Breasts of hers and allowed me to
Touch and fuck her while the other
Guys played to see who should hump her ass next.
I tried to write you the worlds most
beautiful love poem
but the sight of your
perked, full, round breasts
has had my concetration
lingering
in nowhere-land
lost in the haze
the image of your arched
back
has left me wondering
are you an interior decorator?
This room
looks so very stylish with your
nighty scattered on the
f l o o r
beautiful love poem
but the sight of your
perked, full, round breasts
has had my concetration
lingering
in nowhere-land
lost in the haze
the image of your arched
back
has left me wondering
are you an interior decorator?
This room
looks so very stylish with your
nighty scattered on the
f l o o r
When I read, "a poem involving breasts"
In my minds eye I saw, chicken breasts,
Smothered in a a cheesy creamy sauce
With tarragon and mustard of course.
And gently laid upon a bed of soft rice
And thought, "Now wouldn't that be nice?"
I went in search she who is the best
And saw that the heat had got the best
And she had stripped top to bottom
Somehow the sauce was quite forgotten
In my minds eye I saw, chicken breasts,
Smothered in a a cheesy creamy sauce
With tarragon and mustard of course.
And gently laid upon a bed of soft rice
And thought, "Now wouldn't that be nice?"
I went in search she who is the best
And saw that the heat had got the best
And she had stripped top to bottom
Somehow the sauce was quite forgotten
A soft, supple nipple, meets ever so gently between my teeth
Tenderly squeezed, she begs me please...tease me!
Caress these bountiful breasts she begs
I slip my hand between her legs, and finger fondle the mess
At that moment, her husband bursts through the door
He knocks me to the floor, looks at her and shouts, "WHORE!"
I couldn't help myself, she was like a bitch in heat
And that, officer, is why I'm running naked through the streets
Tenderly squeezed, she begs me please...tease me!
Caress these bountiful breasts she begs
I slip my hand between her legs, and finger fondle the mess
At that moment, her husband bursts through the door
He knocks me to the floor, looks at her and shouts, "WHORE!"
I couldn't help myself, she was like a bitch in heat
And that, officer, is why I'm running naked through the streets
Leech
Yes,
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best,
But halt when I hear you're depressed, And just like the rest,
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back to those breasts,
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint,
but I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin,
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know,
I need to see,
I need your pain to be even with me.
I need to believe that others can bleed,
Before I'll breed or heed words they've agreed.
I need to leave an Impression on thee,
Be it my rhymes or my philosphies.
I need to see
that others can see,
I need to know I'm not the only me.
Squirming you squawk,
Trying to talk,
Meanwhile I'll outline you in chalk,
Sweat on my brow,
Envisioning this,
I am engulfed in what your future is.
I've made a mess,
seen you at best.
Now that I've opened you I can digest
All of your pieces in small increments.
Savor the taste,
Leave none to waste,
Make sure the flavor comes not from a baste,
Sometimes I make,
Far too much haste,
But I can't help it, I live for the chase,
Would die for the hunt.
And now I guess I'm being blunt,
Trauma to head,
I'll pick your mind until I've left you dead.
Just like a leech,
On you I'll feed,
I'd fight myself, but survival is greed.
Yes,
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best,
But halt when I hear you're depressed, And just like the rest,
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back to those breasts,
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint,
but I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin,
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know,
I need to see,
I need your pain to be even with me.
I need to believe that others can bleed,
Before I'll breed or heed words they've agreed.
I need to leave an Impression on thee,
Be it my rhymes or my philosphies.
I need to see
that others can see,
I need to know I'm not the only me.
Squirming you squawk,
Trying to talk,
Meanwhile I'll outline you in chalk,
Sweat on my brow,
Envisioning this,
I am engulfed in what your future is.
I've made a mess,
seen you at best.
Now that I've opened you I can digest
All of your pieces in small increments.
Savor the taste,
Leave none to waste,
Make sure the flavor comes not from a baste,
Sometimes I make,
Far too much haste,
But I can't help it, I live for the chase,
Would die for the hunt.
And now I guess I'm being blunt,
Trauma to head,
I'll pick your mind until I've left you dead.
Just like a leech,
On you I'll feed,
I'd fight myself, but survival is greed.
