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ooooo.. I like this poem very much.
very nice Momma_andrea.

(I am no poet, but I did my best. It captures my feelings and my lust)
(and someone knows who it is for.  )
My Lion

I am his kitty
He strokes my soft fur
He is my Lion
His hands make me purr
His lips press to mine
His arms hold me close
My hands in his Mane
I’ll never let go

He whips me 'round
He presses my rear
His hand at my throat
His growl fills my ear
Open, my Kitty
His command rings out loud
My Lion, my Master
I obey without sound

The Lion takes kitty
Fills her so full
I cry as he pounds me
With his ravaging tool
He growls and he grunts
My beast of a man
I am his kitty
A pet in his hands

He brings me to squeals
and shivers of delight
My Lion devours all in sight
His tongue, His cock
His fingers and lips
He owns me
He uses me
He drives with his hips

He growls from his belly
His lips make a curl
He pulls me tighter
Holding his girl
I feel it swell
My Lion gives a ROAR
His cock is cumming
And filling me more

His breath at my ear
I yell in delight
My Lion is Roaring
Pulling me tight
My Lion, My Master
Fills me with seed
I reach back for him
My Lion, indeed

I am no poet, but I did my best. It captures my feelings and my lust

Sorry Andrea, I totally disagree! I don't know if you did your best but this IS poetry, so you are a poet!

Well thanks Lover. poetry is something I have never studied. There are rules there that I don't know.
I love song lyrics and that is how my poetry is.
I wrote this just lounging around in ACHAT waiting for someone I haven't seen in weeks, thus the mood of the poem.

In my heart my dreams remain.
My hopes and loves are still the same
I carry for you a torch that's bright
It burns for you, this guiding light

I keep it lit, it never dies
I hold it high when troubles rise
come home my love by this beacon's light
I will wait for you all through the night

My heart you took when you left home
Bring it back when you no longer roam
Keep it safe my love as I do yours
I will wait for you till evermore


p.s. STEVE, where the fuck are you?

I, m so up again  ashes so burn
your lips upond me so so hot and torn
if I must give my heart, soul to meet
oh loving , touching can be ever so sweet
xxxsunny

>smile

p.s think almost back > just had stuff happen w me ilast couple months

Momma_andrea your poems are very beautiful I like your second one best. very touching.

Oh Dustin, thank you.  Finally found Steve by the way...well, he came back. 

Oh, the comfort.
The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person.
Having neither to weigh thought nor measure words.
But pouring them all right out,
Just as they are.
Chaff and grain together.
Certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them.
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with a breath of kindess,
Blow the rest away.

i find strange everybody writting poems, and not talk bout THE GREATEST POET OF ALL !!!


                                            James Douglas Morrison

A.K.A : Jim Morrison - The Lizard King

i find strange everybody writting poems, and not talk bout THE GREATEST POET OF ALL !!!


                                            James Douglas Morrison

A.K.A : Jim Morrison - The Lizard King

Well...People are strange, when you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly when you're alone.

Quote from: Patricia1975 on January 18, 2013, 09:39:58 AM

i find strange everybody writting poems, and not talk bout THE GREATEST POET OF ALL !!!


                                            James Douglas Morrison

A.K.A : Jim Morrison - The Lizard King

Well...People are strange, when you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly when you're alone.

                                                           ONE OF MY FAVOURITES !!   
                                                              Honestly i love them all   

Me  not dead still around

it's allways nice to see you around, Sunny! 

@ hentailboy69 > Thanks same with you  ,been  doctoring for 3 years , last fall and last month , they came back w ,diagnose I didn`t want to hear.

Such is life .

I regret little while back , yes learned pain killers and cocktails don't` mix >Yes Bear feeling sorry for my self again > I remember your words .

I cancelled all my friends cuz , drunken childish move > most came back , I`m thankful .

Hey at the end of a day , meet your best friend with a smile . xxx Sunny

@ Sunny: That's what friends are for...