Been forever since I did some of these. Found a new list to work to so let’s see where this leads…
Tied self to bed frame
Cuts off the circulation
passed out, lost a hand
Bondage – to bind. It’s right there in the word,
My ongoing desecration of diminutive Japanese poetry forms
Not done one of these in yonks! Let’s put that right…
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for LOOSE and TIGHT.
clothes baggy like sails
billow in wild winds of greed
tossed as left salad
in exchange for sweet, rich fare
trousers slowly strangle me
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Been forever since I did some of these. Found a new list to work to so let’s see where this leads…
In Fingerless gloves
Through absence of feet aroused
Smooth, sensual stumps
Acrotomophilia – Arousal to amputees
To be honest I have heard of this one. Apparently some people (and by that I mean men. Pretty much it’s always men right….) Anyway, there’s some good money to be made from rubs from stubs. That what my research leads me to believe.
I need to burn my computer now because I should have known better than to google ‘weird kinks’) whilst not in incognito mode… Okay so I clicked a few links. I’m just naturally curious!
Defiling Japanese poetry one picture at a time.
Bleak isolation
Flowery lady garden
Ever worlds apart
Ruining Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Time marches forward
Hearts once one, separated
Distance between us
Defiling the ancient beauty of Haiku one poem at a time!
Self isolating
Husbands false expectation
wife contacts HR
A warning to try on your jeans once a week
Self Isolating
Mere metres from the fridge
Unrelenting growth
Oh sweet 5/7/5 how I defile thee so willingly
Only faith and hopes
Does span the bridge of excess
When yule tide passes
With a flacid whimper
Christmas excess calls
There in the shade does not grow
what was once in light
It’s that time again
Once a virginal lassie from Bury
To her boyfriend she offered her cherry
“Damn wrong hole” she did cry
“You’re two inches too high!”
“Does it hurt?” he asked, she replied “Very!”
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I had to do a wee but of research on this to get the imperial measurements as I am very much metric born and raised. Oh and yes I know, position matters here in the general up and down of things. Look you’ll work it out I am sure…Now my browser needs clearing. See the lengths I go to for your limericky pleasure!
The stores are already filling up!
Not yet Halloween
Yet thoughts turning to Christmas
Calm yourself perhaps
Another one of these. Art all by my fair hands!
Crisp autumnal days
Filled with rage out on the streets
Dog shit ‘neath the leaves
Shall we? Been sooo long since we did.
Autumn Leaves appear
At last Moobs will stop sweating
Fattie hates summer
It’s that time again
A young cow hand alone on the range
Felt a stirring, peculiar and strange
Watched steers evening till dawn
Loved their rumps, and the horn
Well lets just say that it made him deranged
You’d think I would have given up by now wouldn’t you…
Once this bloke I know works in a kitchen
Sausage got his aroused, he was itching
For a night of rough sex
But by morn was most vexed
As his anus was torn and needs stitching.
Shall we?
Though chasms divide
Hearts long, sweet caress do crave
Such needs unfulfilled
More than 600 limericks and first time I have used ‘front bum’.
Yeah I know, surprised me too.
Woman, goodstanding of the judiciary
had a front bum that smelled like a fishery
She would hand down decrees,
Judgements, consider pleas
But if upwind then that was true misery.
Friday baby yeah!
Scant inhibitions
Do not neglect your hygiene
And scotch guard your couch
Damn you to hell
History dictates
No one can ever enjoy
A small black moustache
Hygiene. It matters.
Angles and filters
Perfect image does portray
Time the truth reveals
Better than being punched in the man boobs I suppose…
She with wonky boobs
and he with his wonky eyes,
true beauty beholds.
A Monday quickie for you
Broadband connected
God’s child once had no wifi
innocence stolen
Hey look leah I found my pen!
asbestos taste buds
faal, hot as satan’s anus
cooling yoghurt dip
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
Bright days end furnace
Crimson red and burnished gold
Quenched ‘neath horizon
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
silvery mistress
cold caress then turns away
always to return
god I need to work on these…
