Sunday, October 08, 2006

Getting your Wordsworth


Last Saturday Scooter and I held our annual end of summer party. This year however, we decided to have a slightly smaller affair as we'd been to so many parties over the summer (see the entry "Social Butterflies") we thought we'd scale things down somewhat. Also as the party was on Sep 30th, it fell inbetween Scooter's birthday (Sep 20), mine (Oct 6) and one of our best friend's, David (Sep 30), so we had a joint celebration - 106 Years of Gayness and invited about 30 or so people. Much food and booze was consumed and everyone had a good time - the last people left around 3am and we ended up having two guests overnight. There are some pictures here.

For the past few years, many of our guests have hung around the fridge/freezer - not because that's where the booze is (well, I'm sure that's part of the reason), but also due to the fact that our fridge is covered with little magnetic poetry words. I have several 'kits' from the orginal, to 'Love', 'Cooking' and 'Erotic'. As you can imagine there were some rather interesting poems stuck to our fridge by the end of the night. Some more rude than others, no doubt fueled by the booze.

So, I thought I'd share some of them with you. Only two or three are mine....I'll let you guess which ones those are. I have no idea who did the other ones, but I have a few ideas.

I don't think the Poet Laureate has anything to worry about.

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surrender winter breath
remember how you feel

listen to morning dream

warmly wander as the dark empty shadows light the sky

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he could only come when his glisteny thick pendulous cock was like an enormous knob ramming a swollen sweaty raw crack.


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torrent through nightly pleasure

breathless spring chill

never moan as dawn

always blow empty change

satisfy yourself inside every perfect thought


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my favourite pussy makes wind with dirty cock


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spread more jelly and shove long penis through bare butt


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some say beauty is a soft morning whisper

not all want life as this gold colour dance

off the wandering road


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always
dance

beneath

and

between

me

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flick her dripping clit then jiggle her tits

as you spank my delicious erotic bottom soon

heavy passion teases through our stunning orgasm


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celebrate
green picnic the summer sound sleep

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crave
his
smell
plunge
deep
smear
between
gush
blow
want
need
tremble
shudder
scream
every
night


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how beauty can shine through every exquisite blooming child
yet speak gentle sweet music

less our frantic earth dance

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I wonder what creative phrases will appear next time? I can't wait to find out!