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Vagina Diary!
Seeking to enter my velvet walls .
That's the plan .
As you knock and turn the handle hope you can ride my pussy non stop.
First you have to address me by my rightful name.
This name was given to me by the God's of the sun.
Lost for words as you read my lips .
With a blank stare on your face.
To name a few I'll school you with knowledge from the olden days.
My names are many .
Still you haven't gotten the clue.
Slit.
Pit .
Punnani.
And puntang .
Sweet coochie.
Fetus Factory so warm and incredibly sweet .
Oh !And before I forget .
Arm sleeves .
Finger warmer.
Bottle holder .
And the famous land Down Under.
Joy trail.
Tunnel of love .
That name is like no other.
Fuzzy Credit card is my ultimate favorite.
Rich men lost their riches for their desires was too high and out of their reach.
The Red Snapper bit them where it hurts .
Now pleasure is out of their speech.
Black hole .
Abyss.
Sweet Cherry .
And Cherry Pie.
Promise yourself to always be spontaneous.
And try them all before you die.
Penis warmer .
Microwave.
Fat fold .
And Mace.
Split tail.
Plump penis pin cushion .
Crazy names given to the female genitalia .
One meaning all the same.
The female's organ .
Has too many names to mention .
Almost confusing to the human brain.
Nevertheless pussy gives great pleasure .
Tight pussy makes a brother go insane.
So forget the.
Devil's ditch .
Pike purse .
And Quarry.
These names can create much worry and stress.
So just park and ride .
My walls are opened for pleasure.
Just thrust your throbbing manhood all the way in.
Make me moan and scream out in ecstasy .
Call my pussy
Mrs
Stabbing Cabin.
That's the plan .
As you knock and turn the handle hope you can ride my pussy non stop.
First you have to address me by my rightful name.
This name was given to me by the God's of the sun.
Lost for words as you read my lips .
With a blank stare on your face.
To name a few I'll school you with knowledge from the olden days.
My names are many .
Still you haven't gotten the clue.
Slit.
Pit .
Punnani.
And puntang .
Sweet coochie.
Fetus Factory so warm and incredibly sweet .
Oh !And before I forget .
Arm sleeves .
Finger warmer.
Bottle holder .
And the famous land Down Under.
Joy trail.
Tunnel of love .
That name is like no other.
Fuzzy Credit card is my ultimate favorite.
Rich men lost their riches for their desires was too high and out of their reach.
The Red Snapper bit them where it hurts .
Now pleasure is out of their speech.
Black hole .
Abyss.
Sweet Cherry .
And Cherry Pie.
Promise yourself to always be spontaneous.
And try them all before you die.
Penis warmer .
Microwave.
Fat fold .
And Mace.
Split tail.
Plump penis pin cushion .
Crazy names given to the female genitalia .
One meaning all the same.
The female's organ .
Has too many names to mention .
Almost confusing to the human brain.
Nevertheless pussy gives great pleasure .
Tight pussy makes a brother go insane.
So forget the.
Devil's ditch .
Pike purse .
And Quarry.
These names can create much worry and stress.
So just park and ride .
My walls are opened for pleasure.
Just thrust your throbbing manhood all the way in.
Make me moan and scream out in ecstasy .
Call my pussy
Mrs
Stabbing Cabin.
Published 4th Jan 2014
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4th Jan 2014 4:30am
4th Jan 2014 4:34am
4th Jan 2014 4:37am
4th Jan 2014 5:41am
Ahh, the Vagina Monologues revisited. What's in a name? Very creative ink.
4th Jan 2014 5:43am
4th Jan 2014 6:14am
..lol...this was cute! You forgot Yoni.... :)
oh and I call mine COACH! (ie, purse, pocketbook, handbag. Expensive, good quality and tight when first opened)..haha...
oh and I call mine COACH! (ie, purse, pocketbook, handbag. Expensive, good quality and tight when first opened)..haha...
4th Jan 2014 6:34am
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4th Jan 2014 7:35pm
u forgot another striking name
speaking vagina
singing vagina
or leaky one
juicy pooosssseee
plus ask me more
a dozen i'll add
and many more
u will also have to name
all guys'''
long and short
leaky or squeaky
hard or soft
as in ones mouthy
may be urs
fun eh
vagina angina
and
cumm like gum
speaking vagina
singing vagina
or leaky one
juicy pooosssseee
plus ask me more
a dozen i'll add
and many more
u will also have to name
all guys'''
long and short
leaky or squeaky
hard or soft
as in ones mouthy
may be urs
fun eh
vagina angina
and
cumm like gum
4th Jan 2014 8:05pm
4th Jan 2014 8:07pm
5th Jan 2014 12:00pm
All this has Time for its root. Time, is indeed the seed of the universe, O Dhanajaya. It is time again, that withdraws everything at its pleasure.
-- Vyasa to Arjuna .....Anger s d manifestations of ignorance. Hence I am writing entirely on passive approach where my individual aspect is immaterial and truly on d magic realism , phylogenetic understanding towards universe gave. The creativity got many aspect nd layers.temptation nd trouble . I always prefer d trouble aspect of creativity nd dt way I am truly not a gentleman. Gentleman can be a big scholar or businessman or software engineer who maintain the family well buy costly car nd enjoy weekend in glossy shopping mall nd also like couch potato to watch Bgrade Hollywood movie but whn Marquis wrote memories of melancholy Whores, its not mere gentleman approach ,but beyond all of our speculation, The Hundred yrs of solitude,d long long yrs of rain create such morbidity, nd Metaphorical write-up of Kafka also create dt trouble. Whn I commented on any poem its not d perception of mine as gentlemen or as as individual who wish to do all with d writer but as a reader who wish to recreate caplet nd invisible string with d words, as if continuity of moment exists in d soul nd body of poetry not necessarily on d soul nd body of poet as an individual. like shadow which s truly False of an existence ,like d fear of ghost ,although ghost s nothing but a false idea. Whn we read Tagore,we realise d truth. But reality alwys not true and truth could be untraceable in real earthy atmosphere. In contrast of western Esteem philosophy eastern philosophy says eyes fr eys makes d nation blind hence we never conquered any idea or nation whereas west alwys be dominant in nature nd never tried to understand d cracks of culture .d word culture got d root of cultivation which relates our old way of living hood .All d original philosophical thoughts including Christianity emerged from d land if Asia. Cause d most tuff work to be simple in appearance but depth in nature. D most conceptualised epic Mahabharata's tough us d word Dhyana, which transformed as Jhan in China dn to Zen. When i wrote , wake up, it was not towards any individibidual but towards an invisible sensuality nd towards d sense who can write dt terrific poems.dt s called concept of Adaityabad, i.e concept of singularity of soul. Am no way going to justify anything but to say respect fr individual nd particularly on women were not condoned and was not intended to ...dts why sent d poetry of Bengali(d language u never hard) writer Tagore,who got d noble in 1913, hundred yrs gone west remain west in as usual arrogance...1500 yrs back Batsayan wrote Kamasutra,d best erotica ever written, nd we still search sexual interception through substandard novel like fifty shades of grey.Apart frm D H Lawrence, where is d real search of human soul of body can be compared none of western erotica can be compared with Batsyan or Kumarshbhabha by great Sanskrit poet Kalidasa? Cause those were not mere sex or sketches of sexual organs or moments description but beyond dt...d realisation of entity...
The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me.
The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered.
No spring breeze even at this late date,
Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut...am sad when all dt attitudes seen as sin nd termed as shit...d Greek philosophy seen God as friend...Lord Krishna in Hindu mythology is also more a friend dn fear as God...poetry breaks all taboo nd barrier nd makes friends . with out respect nd submission how could it be reached to its place? sorry s tiny but powerful word...perhaps would be understood...rest s blowing in d wind...
-- Vyasa to Arjuna .....Anger s d manifestations of ignorance. Hence I am writing entirely on passive approach where my individual aspect is immaterial and truly on d magic realism , phylogenetic understanding towards universe gave. The creativity got many aspect nd layers.temptation nd trouble . I always prefer d trouble aspect of creativity nd dt way I am truly not a gentleman. Gentleman can be a big scholar or businessman or software engineer who maintain the family well buy costly car nd enjoy weekend in glossy shopping mall nd also like couch potato to watch Bgrade Hollywood movie but whn Marquis wrote memories of melancholy Whores, its not mere gentleman approach ,but beyond all of our speculation, The Hundred yrs of solitude,d long long yrs of rain create such morbidity, nd Metaphorical write-up of Kafka also create dt trouble. Whn I commented on any poem its not d perception of mine as gentlemen or as as individual who wish to do all with d writer but as a reader who wish to recreate caplet nd invisible string with d words, as if continuity of moment exists in d soul nd body of poetry not necessarily on d soul nd body of poet as an individual. like shadow which s truly False of an existence ,like d fear of ghost ,although ghost s nothing but a false idea. Whn we read Tagore,we realise d truth. But reality alwys not true and truth could be untraceable in real earthy atmosphere. In contrast of western Esteem philosophy eastern philosophy says eyes fr eys makes d nation blind hence we never conquered any idea or nation whereas west alwys be dominant in nature nd never tried to understand d cracks of culture .d word culture got d root of cultivation which relates our old way of living hood .All d original philosophical thoughts including Christianity emerged from d land if Asia. Cause d most tuff work to be simple in appearance but depth in nature. D most conceptualised epic Mahabharata's tough us d word Dhyana, which transformed as Jhan in China dn to Zen. When i wrote , wake up, it was not towards any individibidual but towards an invisible sensuality nd towards d sense who can write dt terrific poems.dt s called concept of Adaityabad, i.e concept of singularity of soul. Am no way going to justify anything but to say respect fr individual nd particularly on women were not condoned and was not intended to ...dts why sent d poetry of Bengali(d language u never hard) writer Tagore,who got d noble in 1913, hundred yrs gone west remain west in as usual arrogance...1500 yrs back Batsayan wrote Kamasutra,d best erotica ever written, nd we still search sexual interception through substandard novel like fifty shades of grey.Apart frm D H Lawrence, where is d real search of human soul of body can be compared none of western erotica can be compared with Batsyan or Kumarshbhabha by great Sanskrit poet Kalidasa? Cause those were not mere sex or sketches of sexual organs or moments description but beyond dt...d realisation of entity...
The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me.
The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered.
No spring breeze even at this late date,
Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut...am sad when all dt attitudes seen as sin nd termed as shit...d Greek philosophy seen God as friend...Lord Krishna in Hindu mythology is also more a friend dn fear as God...poetry breaks all taboo nd barrier nd makes friends . with out respect nd submission how could it be reached to its place? sorry s tiny but powerful word...perhaps would be understood...rest s blowing in d wind...
