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12-31-2014, 08:22 PM
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I like your style
I like your class but most of all
I like your ass
Credit to whom wrote it.
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01-02-2015, 01:53 PM
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Join Date: Aug 27, 2014
Location: South Central Kansas
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So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and
demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a
friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all
people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy
of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only
in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones
to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are
filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Chief Tecumseh
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01-02-2015, 01:55 PM
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#18
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Join Date: Aug 27, 2014
Location: South Central Kansas
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Dawn till Dusk ,
A caramel Glow to your skin ,
The scent within you ,deep and moist ,
my tongue inside you , a place of heavenly delight
my body yearns for you tonight ,
A lick of your clit , as i move , a taste… a bite
starring into your eyes , a heavenly sight .
The ripple of sweat running down my back ,
as you groan , i spread u apart , and tease your neck …
As you lie there , all ready and wet ,
i see fire , my passion ,.. falling like prey to me in seductions net
i caress , your waist , drawing you closer ,and closer ,
passion explodes as i rip off my past , into you i indulge, tasting the pleasures of gods creation,
this passion must last ,
We explode together on passions lust ,
you dig your nails, with pleasures pure musk ,
we dont stop , and drive our deepest desires ,
a scent of desire , we groan ,
and groan …from Dawn Till Dusk …
Oh dear Lord Kaylen, now I have to take a cold shower...
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01-02-2015, 06:51 PM
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#19
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Let me help you with that shower.LOL I love this Poem. Got me wet for real.
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Originally Posted by LongTimeMonger
Dawn till Dusk ,
A caramel Glow to your skin ,
The scent within you ,deep and moist ,
my tongue inside you , a place of heavenly delight
my body yearns for you tonight ,
A lick of your clit , as i move , a taste… a bite
starring into your eyes , a heavenly sight .
The ripple of sweat running down my back ,
as you groan , i spread u apart , and tease your neck …
As you lie there , all ready and wet ,
i see fire , my passion ,.. falling like prey to me in seductions net
i caress , your waist , drawing you closer ,and closer ,
passion explodes as i rip off my past , into you i indulge, tasting the pleasures of gods creation,
this passion must last ,
We explode together on passions lust ,
you dig your nails, with pleasures pure musk ,
we dont stop , and drive our deepest desires ,
a scent of desire , we groan ,
and groan …from Dawn Till Dusk …
Oh dear Lord Kaylen, now I have to take a cold shower...
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01-03-2015, 09:09 AM
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Join Date: Aug 27, 2014
Location: South Central Kansas
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Anytime you make it to Wichita, let me know, it's on!
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01-03-2015, 10:16 AM
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Join Date: Dec 20, 2014
Location: Kansas City
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Chuck Berry style:
This here song it ain't so bad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin' with your ding-a-ling
Your ding-a-ling
We saw you playin' with your ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling my ding-a-ling
I wish Kaylan was playin' with my ding-a-ling!
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01-03-2015, 11:25 AM
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WOW you wrote a poem about me. I love it babe..haha
I would be happy to play with your ding-a-ling anytime.
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Originally Posted by galida1964
Chuck Berry style:
This here song it ain't so bad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin' with your ding-a-ling
Your ding-a-ling
We saw you playin' with your ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling my ding-a-ling
I wish Kaylan was playin' with my ding-a-ling!
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01-03-2015, 07:28 PM
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Make Me Swallow
Make Me Swallow Grab the back of my head and shove your prick in my mouth.
I'm a naughty girl who deserves a good mouth fuck.
Pump my hot wet mouth until your veins are popping out.
Slide it over my tongue and into the soft darkness.
Your balls tighten and you hold my head still.
Your cock deep into my soft slippery mouth.
You push harder, into my gag reflex and shoot.
Shot after shot of hot cream seeping down my throat.
Pump one last time, emptying your balls into my hole.
Take it out and tell me to lick it clean.
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01-03-2015, 07:50 PM
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#24
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Join Date: Aug 27, 2014
Location: South Central Kansas
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Originally Posted by SexyKaylen
Make Me Swallow Grab the back of my head and shove your prick in my mouth.
I'm a naughty girl who deserves a good mouth fuck.
Pump my hot wet mouth until your veins are popping out.
Slide it over my tongue and into the soft darkness.
Your balls tighten and you hold my head still.
Your cock deep into my soft slippery mouth.
You push harder, into my gag reflex and shoot.
Shot after shot of hot cream seeping down my throat.
Pump one last time, emptying your balls into my hole.
Take it out and tell me to lick it clean.
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Oh my God Kaylen, you're killing me, back into another cold shower I go.
Where are you coming up with all of these?????
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01-03-2015, 08:14 PM
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Join Date: Aug 27, 2014
Location: South Central Kansas
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All right Kaylen, just for you...
Roses are nice,
Violets are fine,
I’ll be the six,
If you be the nine.
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01-03-2015, 08:52 PM
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I just find them baby.
I will be the nine anytime.
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All right Kaylen, just for you...
Roses are nice,
Violets are fine,
I’ll be the six,
If you be the nine.
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01-03-2015, 10:52 PM
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Join Date: Mar 12, 2010
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Kaylen these are for you:
W.H Auden
The Platonic Blow
W. H. Auden
It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.
I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.
Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."
I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.
And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.
I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.
He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate
Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.
By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.
I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.
But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.
Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.
Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.
Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
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01-03-2015, 11:22 PM
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Kaylen: Part Deux
Did you miss me?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me.
– Christina Rossetti, from “The Goblin Market”
Feel Me
Your fingers dip below my waist,
traveling at a sensuous pace.
The lower you go,
my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for the thrill.
Your touch has me moaning,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I simply adore.
I feel it, I feel you,
as I crest on high.
Only you can take me,
on this incredible ride.
Baby, do it again,
and again and again.
I never get enough
of this delight sin.
Sensual Love Poems By K.Y.B
Hot Sexual Taste
Author: Lourdes S.
You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me...
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison...
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me...
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting...
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But...
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream...
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name...
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh...
''A gasp for air''
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love...
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can't get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.
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01-11-2015, 12:53 AM
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Join Date: Dec 2, 2014
Location: Independence, MO
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I Like My Body When It Is With Your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
e.e. cummings (which is strangely appropriate)
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01-11-2015, 09:32 PM
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To His Coy Mistress
BY ANDREW MARVELL
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Also:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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