Tag: playful

Cock Delusion

Him

You want to talk or…
You want to you know…
We can skip the…

Her

Why is it when you want to fuck
your vocabulary vanishes?
Your ability to string a sentence together
must be connect to your balls

Him

Why are you being so…
I treat you so sweet….

Her

There you go again
Maybe your jizz needs to be tested
Maybe you hold the breakthrough we
need to move the IQ score up

Him

Jeez you are making it hard to speak
You make it hard to concentrate

Her

Ahh, I make it hard
real hard or is your vocabulary stuck on hard?
You need the pressure to go somewhere?
You need assistance?

Him

Yes baby, Yes

Her

Baby??

You need to say something that would entice me to come close, unbutton your pants and let out that hard cock

Him swallowing

Her

Come, come say something

Him

Just let me into that perfectly pink perfection of a pussy so I can cum and get my head what it wants

Her

Your cock is delusional.

(Hey, fire starters felt like joking around tonight. lol)

Faire’s Visit (Poem)

A  whispered word

On a naughty breeze

Playful and joyful

Trying to please

Come to me

What did it say

I wanted to relax

On this sweet spring day

Come to me

There it was again.

Insistent

Not to hard

Like an old friend

Come–To–Me

Louder it came

Drips with sweet

Molasses from

Sugar cane

I rose to my feet

Not knowing where to go

I just felt the need

That I had to follow

I went into the wood

All by myself

To see who was calling

Sitting by himself

It was you 

Who called me here

What is the reason

I want to hear

The reason is simple

And I know you can do

Give me a kiss

And I will give you two

I laughed with joy

And was astounded

Did he believe

I was not grounded

I know who you are

I know what you be

Not of this world

But one from Farie

No kiss I will give

Not a one

Why do you ask

For me to come

You will deny me

A fea king am I

This kiss I want

You can not deny

Oh but I have

And now I will go

Goodbye king

Go back below

Then as quickly as light

Quick as a tic

His lips on mine

His tongue he slip

There is more to this tale

Then I am willing to say

But he does come to visit

Every spring day