Challenge: you too can become a poet  

eriedragon4 58M
2737 posts
4/8/2006 1:28 pm

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4/9/2006 8:18 am

Challenge: you too can become a poet

ok here's your chance, maybe, you love poetry, but just dont have the time...
well now, I've got the answer..
just copy and post in comments,
oh and fill in the blanks lol,
Have fun, I cant wait to read these
oh and please vote for each other
thanks

thought of you, craving your hot _______. I was shaking, fever raging from my ______ for you. I imagined your __________, delicious and warm, and my _____ trembled, unsated, needing your ______. From my window, there was a speck of a blood red moon, which only served to remind me of ______. I closed my eyes, needing rest, yet I thought of you still. My ________ won out. I could taste you on my lips. I was dreaming while awake, hungering for your _________, recalling images of fingers exploring hidden places. The passionate nights fled without a visible trace, but left a trail of fire. And still I thought of you, pressing gently into me, wanting my ________ touch. The brush of your hair against my _______, a featherlike caress across my _______, a tempest unleashed.


Love, your loyal Dragon




eriedragon4 58M
1076 posts
4/8/2006 11:06 pm

    Quoting moonfire2u:
    I thought of you, craving your hot sex. I was shaking, fever raging from my soul for you. I imagined your lips, delicious and warm, and my pussy trembled, unsated, needing your cock. From my window, there was a speck of a blood red moon, which only served to remind me of passion. I closed my eyes, needing rest, yet I thought of you still. My desire won out. I could taste you on my lips. I was dreaming while awake, hungering for your maleness, recalling images of fingers exploring hidden places. The passionate nights fled without a visible trace, but left a trail of fire. And still I thought of you, pressing gently into me, wanting my sensuous touch. The brush of your hair against my cheek, a featherlike caress across my breast, a tempest unleashed.

    B]thank you, dragon, for trying to make me a poetress,
    kind thoughts,
    Moonfire
my moon fire you have always inpressed me as well as inspired me thank you my love


eriedragon4 58M
1076 posts
4/8/2006 11:02 pm

    Quoting rm_goddess1946:
    Filling in the blanks..........

    I thought of you, craving your hot and steamy breath upon my throat and the promise of more. I was shaking, fever raging from my loins and the very depth of my soul for you. I imagined your beautiful cock, delicious and warm, and my fullbodied mouth quivered and trembled, unsated, needing your magnificent sex to fill me up and run me over again and again as I swallowed you deep into my belly and cried out for more. From my window, there was a speck of a blood red moon, which only served to remind me of the night that you carried me away when the rest of the world quietly slept and the waters washed over my naked flesh as you filled me as only you can, my love...I remember and I weep. I closed my eyes, needing rest, yet I thought of you still. My lusty heart and the flesh that you will forever own with your mind won out. I could taste you on my lips. I was dreaming while awake, hungering for your powerful yet gentle presence and the desire that swells within me from your sensuous touch called out to me as I felt you within me then, recalling images of fingers exploring hidden places. The passionate nights fled without a visible trace but left a trail of fire. And still I thought of you, pressing gently into me, wanting my divinely addictive and electrically erotic touch. The brush of your hair against my delicious loins reminded me of why you haunt me in my dreams, a featherlike caress across my sex calls out to the playful one within, a tempest unleashed.

    Love, your devoted Goddess
a gift from my goddess
thank you, love
your loyal Dragon


moonfire2u 70F
2602 posts
4/8/2006 8:49 pm

I thought of you, craving your hot sex. I was shaking, fever raging from my soul for you. I imagined your lips, delicious and warm, and my pussy trembled, unsated, needing your cock. From my window, there was a speck of a blood red moon, which only served to remind me of passion. I closed my eyes, needing rest, yet I thought of you still. My desire won out. I could taste you on my lips. I was dreaming while awake, hungering for your maleness, recalling images of fingers exploring hidden places. The passionate nights fled without a visible trace, but left a trail of fire. And still I thought of you, pressing gently into me, wanting my sensuous touch. The brush of your hair against my cheek, a featherlike caress across my breast, a tempest unleashed.

B]thank you, dragon, for trying to make me a poetress,
kind thoughts,
Moonfire


rm_goddess1946 107F
13518 posts
4/8/2006 5:23 pm

Filling in the blanks..........

I thought of you, craving your hot and steamy breath upon my throat and the promise of more. I was shaking, fever raging from my loins and the very depth of my soul for you. I imagined your beautiful cock, delicious and warm, and my fullbodied mouth quivered and trembled, unsated, needing your magnificent sex to fill me up and run me over again and again as I swallowed you deep into my belly and cried out for more. From my window, there was a speck of a blood red moon, which only served to remind me of the night that you carried me away when the rest of the world quietly slept and the waters washed over my naked flesh as you filled me as only you can, my love...I remember and I weep. I closed my eyes, needing rest, yet I thought of you still. My lusty heart and the flesh that you will forever own with your mind won out. I could taste you on my lips. I was dreaming while awake, hungering for your powerful yet gentle presence and the desire that swells within me from your sensuous touch called out to me as I felt you within me then, recalling images of fingers exploring hidden places. The passionate nights fled without a visible trace but left a trail of fire. And still I thought of you, pressing gently into me, wanting my divinely addictive and electrically erotic touch. The brush of your hair against my delicious loins reminded me of why you haunt me in my dreams, a featherlike caress across my sex calls out to the playful one within, a tempest unleashed.

Love, your devoted Goddess

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
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