entheogen8 Posted December 13 Report Share Posted December 13 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 AUTUMN PUSSY There is a season,a sadrabilliously sober seasonthat moves hollow crunchy coldto smother out good green times... And...there is a pretty bitch broaddat dances throughthe leay woods with mewhen 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 somedayunder evergreen oakand waving envious cat willow tails... Autumn Pussy is found down deep into the dark dingy woods,lolling and pining on dry moss bedslike 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 cleanof cold crystal dew... She grab me up an' we commence to dance...We dance down rank dank rows of forest and pathand we scare up a billion dead brown leafs to watch us go. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 NIPPLE KINKY Nipple Kinky can stretch a yawning yawnan' flink her bobbley brown titslike butter chocolateon da afternooon sunbeams... She stretch up on her warm fannyand' her languid lushishness stick out at meto be pop-sucked like tiny island toweron a swell of sweet meat... They taste honey custard cream and chewing gum...They tempts you to bite them offbut we can't be sure they will ever grow back again. She dinkle her bracelets an' flutter her eyeslike coal black butterfliesdancing under a bushy forest of beautiful kink... Nipple Kinky is smooth warm browned brownnessand deep wet mouth movin' alongover all tha things it's good to feel... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 BOX GIRL Who could itbeen that I feeled upon wiley last Wednesdayjust a day before thirtsy Thursday the first? I can remember the summer sky water was all rained outdown to the ground in splashy cocoa brown puddles...I was just stompin', squahin' home...Slippin', slidein, decidin' if I can ever finda 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 girlI ever did saw with my tawny seablue orbs!I combed up my lashes 'cause I don't got no hairand I snuk up from behind her like a nimble stalking, bare... "Hiya." I goes groovy-loudand flings my grab round her big pink leg...I thumb testily at her tasty super-best hair... Agosh, the big box girl showered surprisebut moved just da way to show meno hurt and no noggin lumpsfor 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 DOING LISA'S HAIR I pick out a fluffy new style of piling towers or curls,or I unsnag it out smack straightto the length of her toes... I comb careful rivulets of riled rivered hariand flump-flop soft masses of very sweet fur...I was her hair squeeky cleeanand 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 toesto 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 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 womanforty 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 hairor 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 downand 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 SHEILA'S SHEETS I goes swashin', slitherin' acrosscool cold Sheila's sheets like ice cubes over milk-glass tits... I crawls around her baby blue skin,like a waterdrop down a windowand I lick into dark, deep places of tasty taste... Slinky, painted Sheila, she moves in at mean' we do millions more thingsbeneath her scrumptious fields of sheets... We climb up and down things to exploremaking excited sheet wrinkles fall awaylike 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 stopjust before we start again... We have lots too do in one afternoon...We do Sheila's whole fat bed of rustling cool sheets... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 TUMMY TOUCH Tiddle, tiddle flower box just beneath the butonhole,just beneath the beady beads...I'll screw up my fingers into the button placean' pluck a stem or two from the furry flower garden... I'll stare along her sunny stark mysteries of softnessuntil I drink it donw full,then I'll tactile my way into mind delved curvesand hills of proportioned meat... Maybe I'll walk aroun' back after a whilean' see what's there to do,a kiss or a pinch or a pat,but for now I'll work at the front...The warm tummy's the key, you see. It hold all the first parts...It's got things above and things below...It's got this fantastic flaccid bellyhole for fingers to go... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 VIRGIN VIRGINIA I is layin' back on warm, plump Virgin Virginiawonderin' how to undo what hasn't yet been undone before... She suspect da' way I let her let melean along her smooth bare behind... I is layin' back on da' soft brand new opulence of Virgin Virginiawonderin' why she lasted so long when she feel so good... I expect she anxiously anticiptewhat I about to do wif my adventurin' hand digits... She quiver softness,like a tiny, trapped timid rabbit stucked by fate... She just exactly rapingly ripefor my sought-after plunging plucker... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 FIVE STRAP Sweet Five Strap strapping stretchy strapsaround this and taht...Sometime it wiggle and sometime it smunches in like lamb tummy...She hook up around a' arm, she hook up over her pussy willow hair...Darling Five Strap goggle her breatiesAnd point her nipplies at fixed eternity and me... I sucks a little hair while I waits to suck a little everywhere,but first I waits for smooth Five Strapto strap up her wholesome whole self...Straps buckle in and caress compress cream juice skinlike squashing at jello with a seven-month mouth spoon. Honey Five Strap buckle up between long lolling legsand I dash back my touching hands behind mebefore I spoils my flossy fantaises of two seconds to come... I runnin' down mind list of ways to do her strapped-up self...I'll do her on her head, rolling through sheet worlds or rustling rustles... I'll do her all over, touching and snapping snappy strapsuntil I come panting down places of delicious delight... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 WATER WALKING WAter walking down slow swift lilly flower brooksof pooltable moss and bottom slippery feelstones...I scoops up wandering wavey wet hairand minches expectantly behind your soft behind you... Flowers petal from fat blossom treesand lay on us like feather sweet wind...You turn your head regaland I googily twists troubled tumbled strandslike hopeful, woeless bridles... If she let me kiss on any part I want,I will kiss her soft wet hair...I will do that to start...We water walk past gurgles and burblesand waltzing rainbow bubbles...Goldfish dart around like sun-flecked foil,but I stuffs more honey hairand blinks off Summer petals of blinding admiration... My little heart is bumoing butterfly and jelly bugsas I anticipate she making a decisionabout the things I want to to today... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 TITS Tantalizing muffins of tender tasty fat brown...Squashy flesh mounds of soda fountain milk and chocolate drops...Plunking, dunking, licking wrigglersof bedroom hors d' oeuvres and pillo pressing warmers... Kiss nipping and suck poppingeither you chooseor you squash 'em together and do 'em in twos... Rolling and wobbling like heavy custard balloons,they hang down on top when you mount from below...Four hundred kinds, all sorts and designs... Pointy, peaky, perky...flat, fat, firmbouncy, jouncy,or haltered and packed.Tits is diversions of pleasuresas we pump-ride alongor just nice to fondleif we don't know her dat well... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 CAROLINA CATERPILLAR Crawling Carolina never walks, slowly moving,wasting away on wandering ways.Rolling back and arching ass, lolling head,so close to dead... Carolina Caterpillar rocking like a desert boat,spills my teatime tea for me...I stop to wonder if I look up to speakif she will ever even heed my head... And if I were at home to speak of things I see should surely be,I see she never slacks her pace of silent waysnor fears that I can see a why...She never knew that what I know nownor knows I know no more than me,but she keeps a steady paceand infrequently spills my cup of tea... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 MAD MONA Mad, crazy rocking, maoning, boning Monawith a stick in her nose and paint on her face... She whams her jigglers and shakes her frizzy headlike a tigercat in heat...She twists and writhes her dark tan trunkand scissor-squeezez her big, buttered legslike a fetished nutcracker in a peanut store... Mad Mona rolls and screams and claws and jamslike a pissmad pussy pistonuntil she's shiny slick with body sweatand luscious love juice... Mad Mona walks along down dusty jungle roadsand bump-bangs her hippy hipsand bounce-wiggles fer favourable fleshy fanny... Mad Mona does bedrooms and pillowsof everything there is to do everyday and through each night,but one day, on Sundays, when the missionaries come,she just sits quietly down on top of me to milk herself a while... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 BETWEEN BARBELLA'S LEGS Ahh, looking round, upside downat da' dizzy world on top my head...I spots and sees thingy thingsfrom the bottom of my strangely perfect perch...I see amazing stuff that must be super different to see...Consider an hour, a great shining swinging sword,a little depleted, dented and worn,but both its long edges tell some bitter biting truthsof ridings in and ridden throughs. Obserb for a day a rope of pleasing pleated hairjust danglin' down asking to be cooly climbed or chickly chewed...Notice a fortnight of upside down titshanging up to be tasted like Viking horns aplenty... There is everything to see between Barbella's legs...Between her legs I even had another place to some seeing at...A place I was lookin' for before I found the other sights,A plenty, pieceful place to dwell away a month or twoin tasteful contemplation... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
entheogen8 Posted December 13 Author Report Share Posted December 13 I FOUND A TREE Walking lonely through the woody wordly woods one day,I has come upon a certain lovely living-tree...A tree all root-dangles and leaf-tossed,standing near my only path... I thought it thought a thought at me,but now I know it can't...It has to stand beside my path and shade me where I stand...It has to let me climb its trunk and lick on all its bark...It has tomove its leafy head and do the things I ask...It has to catch the raining rainfall full and not let a drop splash on me...It has to hear my little heart when it is thumping blue...It has to let the windosong sing through leaf-born branches in her hair... It has to be a tree to me or I will go away... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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