My lost love, I just have to envision you, To become turned on by the view. Thoughts of us together gives my heart a faster beat, My body tingles and shakes as I feel your heat! It is as if...
Love Poems
You pierced my soul and invaded my heart.I can't get you out of my head. Words spoken to you long agoYet as true today as then. But its been so long since I've heard your voice, Since you told me...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Goodnight," she whispered."Goodnight," he said softly,His voice drifting beyondThe silence of the closed line,And hanging like soft smoke in the airAbove her sleepy head.Sadly,She...
your hands flow across my body resting as they reach my ribs. your breath kisses my collarbone then my neck.... I feel your face form a smile and I know you are here to worship. small, wet tattoos are drawn...
Most of the time I’m happy living alone. But sometimes I think It’d be nice to come home To someone who cared. Someone to cuddle To love and to hold To nurse when she’s sick And to warm when she’s...
My Sniveling Toads, Good Morning
"Another satire from HMS Pinafore"
BITCH I am a Mistress as I said before TOADIES And you treat us as you should BITCH You’re sniveling little chaps Whose bums need many slaps With a paddle made of wood. TOADIES We're sniveling little chaps Whose bums...
PP
"Inspired by a friend who called her vagina a peepee"
Pamela was a princess Prim and proper was her style Pickiness personified Perfection made her smile. She knew the proper people Played polo (always won) Putting people in their places Was Pam’s idea of fun. Her suitor, Peter Perrin (A...
Queen Gamer’s Song ( I can’t think why!)
"Satriical ditty re King Gama's Song by William S. Gilbert"
If you pay close attention, and I’m very sure you do, You’ll discover I am no one you can easily pooh-pooh. My body’s very finely tuned as is my intellect. If I’ve any faults at all, they’re too small to detect....
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This morning winter air sings with dreams of ice,The Snow Queen's discarded raiments festoonedUpon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sunFrom the solid,...
Nightmare Butt-Fuck Song
"I loan the naughty version of the Nightmare song below to WIlliam S. Gilbert"
When you're lying awake as your butt starts to ache And your sphincter's so sore that it makes you whine, You deserve a rebuke for shoving that cuke Way up there, where the sun can’t ever shine. If you'd used...