Poetry competition CLOSED 12th July 2013 1:57am
WINNER
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
A Toast
it would have to be blood, wouldn't it.
not that i'm not
agreeable
and it's quite cleanly poured which is always nice to see
it's just she's nothing much to stand over and toast to
dead as she may be. but you seem to be getting a thrill from it
and who am i to complain,
when you lay out your soul-price on the table for me so eagerly
not that i'm not
agreeable
and it's quite cleanly poured which is always nice to see
it's just she's nothing much to stand over and toast to
dead as she may be. but you seem to be getting a thrill from it
and who am i to complain,
when you lay out your soul-price on the table for me so eagerly
Anonymous
Evol Solution
Though we're now slumped like rag dolls
intoxicated and exhausted
let us toast to problem solving!
to nine volt batteries and remote controlled pleasure
to getting rid of chauvinistic pigs with small dicks
and big heads
to getting off without small talk or Napoleon in the bed
let's toast, rest, then do it again
Though we're now slumped like rag dolls
intoxicated and exhausted
let us toast to problem solving!
to nine volt batteries and remote controlled pleasure
to getting rid of chauvinistic pigs with small dicks
and big heads
to getting off without small talk or Napoleon in the bed
let's toast, rest, then do it again
Like a java junkie in brew
good to the last drop,
the claret bleeds a passionate hue
in this pleasure for a life swap.
As her lips go red to blue
with a heart that pitters to a pop
from an orgasm we both knew
only death bore the discipline to stop.
good to the last drop,
the claret bleeds a passionate hue
in this pleasure for a life swap.
As her lips go red to blue
with a heart that pitters to a pop
from an orgasm we both knew
only death bore the discipline to stop.
