Jolly hockeysticks this raised my furred brow and by columbus I liked it. 6

Before I collapse of exhaustion please let me say : Yeah baby. Your head should be a holiday destination I would be there with my Piz Buin and a pile of tabloids licking the suns lashes. 10

Elephant tic (whyku) by Lyme disease Better pack your trunk Cuz we're moving on up Dumbo needs peanuts

Look me up on the IMgayK last year I won the Girdled fluffer award, and this month I was runner up for prostitue of the month award at the Peninsula. I would of won, but Serge (the winner) has a ten inch cock, where as, I only have an assorted lego dove tail.

I am the health inspector

A superior work by all accounts.

Tight edit. Did you read my Sestina yet? I play both ways like neon deon shizowee for dowry.

The whispering wind spoke our names, and what if fate listened? As those two bodies glistened. Two lips kissing by crackling twigs, and toasty split flames. What if I were stroking your spine, with smoother of fingers? Touching you in broken rhymes of spontaneity. That beg you come play with me. Where sensation lingers nocturnally. Beauty, they say, is skin deep. So I must kiss you from outside in. Until you scream, and find your dreams spent relaxing to fein collapsable satasfaction. I'll be stretching you completely. So your body winds right. Kissing you indiscreetly 'till you feel just me. 'till the moon yields waning Into a sun that knows no night. Stroking your hair violently, Whilst oscillating silently. Waiting for your crime to be. Some said thing to crave and profile If it helps the moment, I'll say "I love you". If this attraction proves too hot No one shall tire, but you when green lights stop. The twirling fans shadow. Cooling sweat on a well worked man. I'll kiss the pink off your lips, and crawl me a wildfire between your hips, and then in the morning I'll request a name. To do it again all day and retain This is no illusion, but if I'm wrong, please do not say Just carnal chess in full fusion Let our bodies play.

Excellent!

Another tickler

Oddly compelling enough

Lithium

Thorazine

Zanex

Well, at least your poetry maintains a theme. All be it that theme is a shit soda with no straw or lid, more power to you for doing it, but geezads your grasp of the art form is handless, poetry should be an internally delivered representitive of something almost unvoiceable, a reversable 3d puzzle from way deep within the subconcious. Allowing you to learn more about yourself and the world around you. What you've done here is just fallen in love and gone pure stupid, but in your pheremonic stupor you are oblivious and are of the opinion that because your love is so terrific and new and special, than so must be your poetry about it. Unfortunately, this is a temporary reaction to a temporary disease that will bring your defenses down setting you up to be viciously pummeled and tortured by the rack of longing, coupled by fear, and the human instinct to reproduce. I would prepare for stifling inevitable jealousy and horrifficaly depressing loss. Have fun.

Sex change oplopleration

Fuck !

Brilliant

So, What are you implying here?

A dandy