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SHEILA'S SHEETS I goes swashin', slitherin' across cool cold Sheila's sheets like ice cubes over milk-glass tits... I crawls around her baby blue skin, like a waterdrop down a window and I lick into dark, deep places of tasty taste... Slinky, painted Sheila, she moves in at me an' we do millions more things beneath her scrumptious fields of sheets... We climb up and down things to explore making excited sheet wrinkles fall away like running valleys of shadow... We roll over on top, we roll over on bottom... We do top kissess and we do bottom kissess... We listen to our breathing when we stop just before we start again... We have lots too do in one afternoon... We do Sheila's whole fat bed of rustling cool sheets...

HONEY ASS Umph. Stumble. Step. Umph... If i joggle her back and don't think on her warm parts, if I grabs under her bottom to balance her wares, if I minds to the path an' pitfalls of thought, I can tote a big, buxom woman forty times as far as the distance is long... It's not easy goin' for a lazy, lizard libido... it's heavy hard if she moo to do her windy flying hair or paint her painted face while way up on top, while I is dancing a balance beneath certain erotic motors... I can lean onto a barky tree or rest under cliffside shade, but burdens and burdens don't go away... I pack on and on for a place to lay down and make her do pay for the ride everyday... I grumble on the turn in the extra long road, no sign of bread or bed or tea... If I shifts her some forward to shade under her tits, I can manage da' sweet woman another while or so...

DOING LISA'S HAIR I pick out a fluffy new style of piling towers or curls, or I unsnag it out smack straight to the length of her toes... I comb careful rivulets of riled rivered hari and flump-flop soft masses of very sweet fur... I was her hair squeeky cleean and I check on split ends and new everyday roots... I do her hair green, blue, orange, or maroon... She has a a hair on her nipple which I comb out careful, too, and some hair somewhere else that is extra good to do... We talks about things about me and her, we talks as we listen to the dust in the air, we talks away time in the noon afternoon... I comb down a part and adjust up on my toes to see if it meets my discerning best right eye... Somedays I cover her front with her hair, but today I'll let a pretty nipple point peek through, and see that the part parts at her best part...

BOX GIRL Who could itbeen that I feeled up on wiley last Wednesday just a day before thirtsy Thursday the first? I can remember the summer sky water was all rained out down to the ground in splashy cocoa brown puddles... I was just stompin', squahin' home... Slippin', slidein, decidin' if I can ever find a pretty piece of pink pussy to do again... All of a sudden, in fron, right there, rooted smack into my very next puddle, stood the thebiggest best box girl I ever did saw with my tawny seablue orbs! I combed up my lashes 'cause I don't got no hair and I snuk up from behind her like a nimble stalking, bare... "Hiya." I goes groovy-loud and flings my grab round her big pink leg... I thumb testily at her tasty super-best hair... Agosh, the big box girl showered surprise but moved just da way to show me no hurt and no noggin lumps for my copper brash grabs... So I grabbed dis and dat and stuck at things too, as we standed last Wednesday like a puddle of two...

NIPPLE KINKY Nipple Kinky can stretch a yawning yawn an' flink her bobbley brown tits like butter chocolate on da afternooon sunbeams... She stretch up on her warm fanny and' her languid lushishness stick out at me to be pop-sucked like tiny island tower on a swell of sweet meat... They taste honey custard cream and chewing gum... They tempts you to bite them off but we can't be sure they will ever grow back again. She dinkle her bracelets an' flutter her eyes like coal black butterflies dancing under a bushy forest of beautiful kink... Nipple Kinky is smooth warm browned brownness and deep wet mouth movin' along over all tha things it's good to feel...

AUTUMN PUSSY There is a season, a sadrabilliously sober season that moves hollow crunchy cold to smother out good green times... And... there is a pretty bitch broad dat dances through the leay woods with me when each Fall falls down on us... She is big an' woody-wild, whirling, curling, and twirling her busty dances. She is mine ten times a someday under evergreen oak and waving envious cat willow tails... Autumn Pussy is found down deep into the dark dingy woods, lolling and pining on dry moss beds like a' orange tangle-haired household wholesome whore... She see me comin', skippin', an' she light up like a sex-stoked furnace in the night... Her tits stand out to be licked up clean of cold crystal dew... She grab me up an' we commence to dance... We dance down rank dank rows of forest and path and we scare up a billion dead brown leafs to watch us go.

Since i felt like the Poetry thread was something special...here's one of a series of Vaughn Bode. It was published in a book called Poem Toons. enjoy...

BOX GIRL Who could itbeen that I feeled up on wiley last Wednesday just a day before thirtsy Thursday the first? I can remember the summer sky water was all rained out down to the ground in splashy cocoa brown puddles... I was just stompin', squahin' home... Slippin', slidein, decidin' if I can ever find a pretty piece of pink pussy to do again... All of a sudden, in fron, right there, rooted smack into my very next puddle, stood the thebiggest best box girl I ever did saw with my tawny seablue orbs! I combed up my lashes 'cause I don't got no hair and I snuk up from behind her like a nimble stalking, bare... "Hiya." I goes groovy-loud and flings my grab round her big pink leg... I thumb testily at her tasty super-best hair... Agosh, the big box girl showered surprise but moved just da way to show me no hurt and no noggin lumps for my copper brash grabs... So I grabbed dis and dat and stuck at things too, as we standed last Wednesday like a puddle of two... Vaughn Bode

HONEY ASS Umph. Stumble. Step. Umph... If i joggle her back and don't think on her warm parts, if I grabs under her bottom to balance her wares, if I minds to the path an' pitfalls of thought, I can tote a big, buxom woman forty times as far as the distance is long... It's not easy goin' for a lazy, lizard libido... it's heavy hard if she moo to do her windy flying hair or paint her painted face while way up on top, while I is dancing a balance beneath certain erotic motors... I can lean onto a barky tree or rest under cliffside shade, but burdens and burdens don't go away... I pack on and on for a place to lay down and make her do pay for the ride everyday... I grumble on the turn in the extra long road, no sign of bread or bed or tea... If I shifts her some forward to shade under her tits, I can manage da' sweet woman another while or so...

AUTUMN PUSSY There is a season, a sadrabilliously sober season that moves hollow crunchy cold to smother out good green times... And... there is a pretty bitch broad dat dances through the leay woods with me when each Fall falls down on us... She is big an' woody-wild, whirling, curling, and twirling her busty dances. She is mine ten times a someday under evergreen oak and waving envious cat willow tails... Autumn Pussy is found down deep into the dark dingy woods, lolling and pining on dry moss beds like a' orange tangle-haired household wholesome whore... She see me comin', skippin', an' she light up like a sex-stoked furnace in the night... Her tits stand out to be licked up clean of cold crystal dew... She grab me up an' we commence to dance... We dance down rank dank rows of forest and path and we scare up a billion dead brown leafs to watch us go. Vaughn Bode

I think that I've given up drugs. I no longer want to pollute my system with toxic chemicals. I've decided to go all natural. But for the record, I've tried all of the major stuff, E, K, C, H, Meth, LSD. Also, I'm not new here, just needed a new name. For those that wanna know, PM me and I'll let you in on who I once was.

No, I am a boy. The name change has nothing to do with anything that I or anyone else has posted on these boards. For those that must know, PM me, and if I like you, I'll tell you. Just going through an identity crisis. Peace.

Congrats to both of you. this may be my first post under this name, but believe me, I've been on this board for a while now. Just claiming a new identity. Those who need to know...know...those who don't...don't worry about it. Peace to all of you.