Poems for and About Girlfriends Published by Members Recently Online
#girlfriend
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
Friday Afternoon
Tick, tick, tick, tock,
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
#hope
#girlfriend
#dreams #passion
#dreams #passion
949 reads
11 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
Friday Afternoon
Tick, tick, tick, tock,
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
#hope
#girlfriend
#dreams #passion
#dreams #passion
949 reads
11 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
Friday Afternoon
Tick, tick, tick, tock,
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
#hope
#girlfriend
#dreams #passion
#dreams #passion
949 reads
11 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
21st Sep 2018 9:13pm
Friday Afternoon
Tick, tick, tick, tock,
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
I sit here staring at the clock.
Friday afternoon drags,
a few hours til hope.
Off to the waterhole I'll go,
the thought helps me cope.
I'll chat and tell tall stories,
buddies will laugh.
Bar maids will flirt,
while wearing tight skirts.
When I'm happy and a bit stewed,
I'll call and try not to be lewd.
With a giggle you'll say,
"You sound a bit tipsy".
"Are you coming over to fix me?"
In a flash,
dial an Uber.
Sounds of whip cracking,
buddies laughing like...
#hope
#girlfriend
#dreams #passion
#dreams #passion
949 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
350 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
350 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
350 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
350 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
350 reads
5 Comments
RPM1on1
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
Her Surprise
#girlfriend
#secrets
#lover #sexy
#lover #sexy
436 reads
4 Comments
RPM1on1
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
Her Surprise
#girlfriend
#secrets
#lover #sexy
#lover #sexy
436 reads
4 Comments
RPM1on1
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
8th Jul 2023 2:02am
Her Surprise
#girlfriend
#secrets
#lover #sexy
#lover #sexy
436 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Girlfriends Published by Members Recently Online
