"What's on my mind? Let me explain."
“What’s on your mind?” The vertical line strobes repeatedly demanding my response; the vast empty whiteness of the digitalised box awaiting the dancing of my fingers across the soft receptive keyboard and the expression of the jumble of thoughts pressing at...
The following poems were all written for, and published in, the Versus Verses thread on the Poets Corner of the forums. They are hopefully light and mildy humourous affairs.I hope you enjoy. Cum Girl xxxTea Bagging "Dunkin Donuts" I do...
Kate Harken, ears content, to mine siren songAs tender waves do lap about your soul.Embrace temptation sweet; submit, belongSubmerged beneath my torrid seas; made whole. Dutifully scurry about my feetSeeking divine morsels to rend your heart,Devour every beguiling treatAbased beneath...
"If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it."
Victrola: A Song In Two Voices Frank Lee & Cum Girl Author’s Note: “Victrola” is a poetic rendition of an exchange of Online Messages between Frank Lee and me inspired by a picture featuring a record turntable (the Victrola of...
Do You? Mine eyelashes flutter, caressing thouFair intimate strands pampered skin regaleShimmering pleasure to you I endowAs your glowing cheek I tenderly assail. Cooling breath meanders through thread fine hairSensually drifts; kindled skin ablazeStruggling for sense amongst the liquid airMind...
The following poems were all written for, and published in, the Versus Verses thread on the Poets Corner of the forums. They are hopefully light and mildy humourous affairs. I hope you enjoy.Cum Girl xxxVaginal Crossfire When You have the fortunate...
How perfect you are when so displayed How perfect you are when so displayed Dull leather capturing that soft flesh An innocent, helpless, panting maid That aching need prettily conveyed Demanding the next awful caress. Is this not a rare...
"Desolation ... Stale beer, chips and sex ... now what could possibly be nicer?"
The Stalker – Part 6 Stale beer and chips. “So you got some beers then, hun?” They are slumped on my gorgeous couch; worn, scuffed trainers soiling the carpet beneath their feet, denim clad legs thrown wide, crotches thrust forward, bollocks...