- Non-Erotic Poetry
- If his chest had been a mortar...
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Click hereSome night, I'll sweat
and feel a stricture,
then peel my lip and wonder,
whether you'll frame my pen
or my picture.
- COMMENTS
I'm sorry that english is your second language, I'm sure there's a literotica for maladroit Indians.
STOP taking your daddy's side...Oh!!!! I mean "bflagsst" side & remember one thing you are now playing with fire. You are going to pay for your stupidity. You tini-mini creatures don't know what you are doing. Ummm...... I just love this game & I love to play it. Your Bad time have started. Tell your dady (bflagsst) Hi.
googled it too :) I had no idea. Interesting.
this part of the poem "wonder,
whether you'll frame my pen
or my picture." I adore. Adore adore adore. It is essential. A life boiled down, what is left after water.
~peel my lip~ kind of gave me the willies. Too visceral, unless that is what you were going for? I might be missing something very obvious, like the ketchup in the front of the fridge.
overall, excellent.