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Cock Tease.......
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Cock Tease....... Shall it simile be To make a rose bud smile Alliteration, assonance, caesura perhaps Metaphor, meter, rhythm or rhyme. Before the podium he stands contemplative Worldly . . . wise . . . weathered . . . In the front row, playing with her wild long tresses Both sandal-clad feet up on her desk chair Long, lovely stems, creamy thighs Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . . Legs spread, lips poking out both sides of her shorts Terrycloth Pushed up to her cunt. Couplets, tercets, quatrains Spondaic, anapestic, trochaic Woodsworth, Pope, Milton Paradise In concrete verse for visual effect: box slit yoni vulva crack snatch vagina possum puzzle snapper flapper pudding scootie beaver target<b> nookie </font></b>cooter mound donut twat clam trim boff bush clit pie “Sorry, where might I have been?” he mutters “The Woodstock Poetry Festival,” the pussy purrs An innocent angel looks up, painted bottom lip quivering She grins mischievously and sucks her thumb Big eyes back down to her notebook She scribbles something Rips off the sheet with girly glee Holds it up so only he can see. Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . . Possibilities Oh but to tease Yet to please. Reach out and open the door that no one thought could be opened. Life is behind it! |
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3/1/2009 7:28 pm |
(¯`v´¯) `*.¸.*´ ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`• Hi there!....
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*chuckles* Thanks Dragon!!! It isn't any fun being translucent, I prefer having facets, different angles to ones mind. I am glad that you enjoyed, but sheshhhhhhh all of my descriptive words were sposed to be in a certain shape. Dang Adult Dating zone!!! *waves* Hiya Naughty! Reach out and open the door that no one thought could be opened. Life is behind it!
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8/18/2009 9:10 am |
Repeated below in entirety, I took a "crack" at showing your readers what you were really after...not perfect, but perfection takes soooo much time  Shall it simile be To make a rose bud smile Alliteration, assonance, caesura perhaps Metaphor, meter, rhythm or rhyme. Before the podium he stands contemplative Worldly . . . wise . . . weathered . . . In the front row, playing with her wild long tresses Both sandal-clad feet up on her desk chair Long, lovely stems, creamy thighs Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . . Legs spread, lips poking out both sides of her shorts Terrycloth Pushed up to her cunt. Couplets, tercets, quatrains Spondaic, anapestic, trochaic Woodsworth, Pope, Milton Paradise In concrete verse for visual effect:
“Sorry, where might I have been?” he mutters “The Woodstock Poetry Festival,” the pussy purrs An innocent angel looks up, painted bottom lip quivering She grins mischievously and sucks her thumb Big eyes back down to her notebook She scribbles something Rips off the sheet with girly glee Holds it up so only he can see. Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . . Possibilities Oh but to tease Yet to please.
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8/18/2009 9:16 am |
And now I see that "penis blog" was done several days later - what's that they say about the definition of insanity being the repetition of an action with an expectation of a different outcome? Well, I for one am enjoying your "insanity"....
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