I started this tread so we could all visit out creative side. This is a place where we can write poems about f4f or write poems for our fave models.
Or just a place to write some of our fave Poems.

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A Poem for Saphira cause she is so amazing.


My flirt4free number 1

My flirt4free friend is more

precious to me than any metal.

More sentimental than diamonds, rubies,

pearls, emeralds, sapphires,

she is the finest of them all.

The first day that we met,

I knew that she was different from the rest.

She shines exuberantly, lighting every path

along her way with everyone she encounters.

Her nature is genuine, rare and brilliant.

That makes her a verry good friend.

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Poems and nude models LOL !!! I need a Quote

Are you a copy of G-mann ? He was the first who posted his poems for his favorite model in here
Anyway good ideea Ozzie Quote

Roses are red
Violets are twisted
Bend over love
You're about to get fisted



yep i'm a born romantic haha Quote

Roses are red
Violets are twisted
Bend over love
You're about to get fisted

yep i'm a born romantic haha


LMAO! Love it.

Aww Ozzie, that was soooo sweet, thank you. And you *know* how I feel about bling! lol
Big kisses for you - muaaahhhh.
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Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quae loca habitant ? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabul�, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari : ne mens assuefacta hodiernae vitae minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.

How a Wanker having passed the singularity point in his life, was driven by storms to some cold land; and of the strange things that befell; and of what manner the middle aged wanker came back to his own Country.

Part 1:
the middle aged Wanker meetest 3 cheerleaders bidden to a pep ralley, and detaineth one

It is a middle aged Wanker
And he stoppeth one of three
'By thy bald face and red - rimmed eye
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The gym's doors are open wide,
And I am squad captain;
The fans are met, the colors are set:
May'st hear the merry din.

He holds her with his skinny hand,
'There was a PC,' quoth he.
'Hold off!' unhand me, grey colored loon!'

Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

The Cheerleader is spell-bound by the eye of the middle-aged, degenerate man, and constrained to hear his tale

He holds her with his glittering eye--
The Cheerleader stood still,
And listens like a three years' old child:
The Wanker hath his will.

The Cheer-leader sat on a stone:
She cannot choose but hear;
And hus spake on that middle aged man,
The glazed-eyed Wanker.

The PC was cheered, the firewall cleared,
Merrily we did drop
Below lamp, below desk,
Below wastbasket top.

The Wanker tells how the journey proceeded out in a normal fashion along a new search result.

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And no more uncommisioned! ; )
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Ode To A Chatroom

One day I decided to get on the net,
I thought a chat room would be my best bet.
I saw names and words come up from where
I knew not.
I soon took a chance and had a nice thought,
Could I do this, it looked really neat.
I saw names on the screen that started with sweet,
sweet smiles, Jo, and Smokey were there too,
And then I saw it, "Oh, yes, we're talking to you,
come on in and chat for awhile. "
And when I did I started to smile.
I saw Chuckie and Robbie and soon I was friends
with quite a few people by the days end.
And after awhile they called me their friend.
Sometimes I come in and my friends are not there,
But I'll go back again because I know that they care.
Some live in the states and some do not,

But they always know when I need to talk.
I am so glad I took the leap and went into the
chat room where friends are so neat.


Poem by someone else than me :P Quote

This poem serves as notice and summary of what you can come to expect from me


These pages will harbour your thoughts-
Conceal your emotions in time-
Some entries may call for prose,
While others may call for rhyme.

These pages will capture your dreams-
Coerce your aspirations to take flight-
Some entries may call for despair,
While others may call for delight.

These pages will bathe in your essence-
Arouse your heart and its desire-
Some entries will call for Love,
Eternal, impetuous, and afire. Quote

Roses are red
Violets are twisted
Bend over love
You're about to get fisted


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I conjure these emotions for a woman I have yet to love,
Destiny would rather take chance.
Emotions no longer convey my declarations,
Gestures provide meaning, long walk for a glance.

This reluctant heart of mine, never at rest-
An old clock taking note of time,
A tear- tickling cheek to chest.

Time was all we ever needed, little else did we ask,
One day she came to a halt, she knew at last-
Every moment to come, every moment that would pass,
By here side I would remain, true and steadfast. Quote

Sum girls beg, Sum girls borrow,
Sum girls lead and sum girls follow,
Sum bring joy and sum bring sorrow,
But the best girls just suck & swallow. Quote

swallow
or its going in your eye


is that a poem? Quote

Do not ask from the world of happiness,
As a hobby, rest.
Do not ask riches and glory-
This acquirable.

Do not ask love heavenly
Drops in a palm.
Do not ask mind and force,
All it with you.

Reaching the sky,
Stars lighting.
You will understand suddenly
You already another.

Limits will fail all,
The world will erase borders,
Way before legs
Itself will creep.

I know too late
It to speak,
That then I shall stop
Also I shall go to smoke...
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All further...

This woman a precipice of the
Never-ending rage
And my Demon is live
On halls ��������.
In my heart it is sung,
Its Eternity of creation.
I keep precepts
And the Universe limit
In contemplation are read the burial service...
In my heart of wandering.
And fire of Djavolitsy,
I Doom in silence,
My words of a prediction,
And oblivion eyes...
08.11.08"Peters creation"
� đemīurge � for Mae Daimon Quote

If ozzie is going to dedicate a poem to a model, here is one for my favorite.......CX

A Mango is a Mango
A plum is a plum
A kiss is not just a kiss
Without some tongue
So open up your mouth
And close your eyes
and I will give your tongue
some exercise

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A vivid maroon valley
Whereupon I had cast you
A constant hewing echo
A slow line in sunder above

An archaic foundation
Whencesoever you did spring
An incessant minor offense
A coy ray turning a faint gleam

A senseless riddled query
Where you time go if it went?
An infinite resounding tort
A fortunate haphazard stance Quote

To some girls I make love
To some girls I just say hi love
Some girls I just pass
But you girl I fuck in the ass Quote

from the feverish pen of RW Service:

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was fifty below,
and into the din and the glare,
there stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks,
dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he titlted a poke of dust on the bar,
and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face,
though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink
was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow just grip your eyes,
and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me
like a man who lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare
of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass,
and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head - and there watching him
was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room,
and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell
in the way of his wandering gaze.
The ragtime kid was having a drink;
there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room,
and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt
he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands
-my God, but that man could play!

Were you eer out in the Great Alone,
when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in
with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf,
and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world,
clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red,
the North Lights swept in bars? -
Then you've a hunch what the music meant ...
hunger and night and the stars.

... here many wonders skipped ; )

The music almost died away...
then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, Repay",
and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong,
and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill...
then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned
in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt
he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin,
and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
and "Boys" says he, "you don't know me,
and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight,
and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell
and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out,
and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up,
and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead,
was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast
of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case,
and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch,"
and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys,
but strictly between us two-
That woman that kissed him - and pinched his poke -
was the lady that's known as Lou. Quote

When You See Me In Your Cam

When you click on your cam you might see,
a very silly guy laughing with glee
Oh,you might not see his face,
for there are puppets that take his place

When pvts are slow and and it's been awhile,
then you see Bubba being shaved by
Fantasies in pvt can come true,
when you see "Josh" looking back at you.

No,I don't come(cum)here to jerk off
I'd rather to see you laugh your face off.
A silly little poem as you can read
I hope you have a laugh from my "dirty" little deed.

dedicated to one who knows these words are true.

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