Thinks he still has it
.
mostly she is wondering
.
if she dropped a stitch

One with a filthy drawing
Thinks he still has it
.
mostly she is wondering
.
if she dropped a stitch

The total package
Behold the cyclist
standing proud, such a big pair
to tackle such heights
How do I love thee? Not standing apparently…
Oh how love changes
Ebbs and flows like surging tides
Thoughts hidden, revealed
Play safe !
Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
Things in tight spaces

Mmmmm toast….
Hearts once connected
Oh how tastes change over time
Cravings unfulfilled

See the crocus, the daffodil, the steaming piles spring forth
When spring comes at last
Once Frozen winter secters
Revealed in the sun

I see…apparently…
She with wonky boobs
And he with his wonky eyes,
True beauty beholds.

Juicy juicy
Botox in fashion
Oft renews where nature fails
Face like old sex Doll
Warm and soapy…
Wife looks on concerned
A hot shower with the dog
But left my pants on

Can you taste it?
Unbridled passion
When not coupled with hygiene
Oft leaves a bad taste

Can you feel the love?
How do I love thee
Love that transcends existence
Hot carnal cravings

That’ll teach him
Piss soaked socks, last straw
Desperate times call for the most
desperate of measures

Thinks he still has it
mostly she is wondering
if she dropped a stitch

Bless her, indeed
Devout God fearing hooker, Celeste
Who down on her knees would confess
Let the cleansing begin
Of her mouth full of sin
Get that massive big load off her chest
Reblog…regurgitate…remember
Just a reminder that these were once a thing. Kind of a re blog..
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I was prompted by one of my regular readers to perhaps explore the world of fetish in haiku form. Well it was something like that, I don’t recall exactly but before you know it I am googling the most astonishing things and writing small Japanese poems about them. I know they’re not strictly haiku – they do though have the haiku structure.
Some of stuff I have heard of but a lot of it took me somewhat by surprise. I am rather concerned over the search history on my phone because it is pure filth. All in the name of research mind.
Anyway, I shall leave it up to you to google the title below if you dare.
Liquidophilia
You filthy bugger
get them out my bloody pint
wet dripping bollocks
Time to ruin diminuitive Japanese poetry styles…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much.
Long legged beauty
Slender, shapely and long necked
Dirty giraffe thoughts
How do I love thee
Doting, heart full of passion
reciprocated?

How is the diet going?
Oh resolution
Grasping at glimmers of hope
Pain of weigh in day

Ruining diminuitive Japanese poetry one picture at a time
With words does ensnare
and all resistance removes
silver tongued devil

A tale as old as time…
Though chasms divide
Hearts long, sweet caress do crave
Such needs unfulfilled

Do my creative pursuits know no bounds?
Gym kit malfunction
who’d ever have imagined
hidden in small shorts
I know I am a grown man and that I should know better. I know I can produce things of a more edifying nature. I know should be a better example to my children and generally a better human being but alas I am not.
Look what dad made boys! Don’t tell mum!

Confession time
A God fearing hooker Celeste
Who down on her knees would confess
Let the cleansing begin
Of her mouth full of sin
Get that massive big load off her chest
This was in my drafts…make of it what you will.
Love sees not the faults
and deaf to accusations
turns blind eye again

How do I love thee
Doting, heart full of passion
reciprocated?

I should know better. I do.meh…
He thinks he’s funny
But he gambled on a fart
Faecal stained trousers
