A stomach troubled woman called Cath
Felt romantic, took her man for a bath
But alas, code brown troubles
When she giggled and made bubbles
And launched little brown ducks, not a laugh…
And we continue…
A stomach troubled woman called Cath
Felt romantic, took her man for a bath
But alas, code brown troubles
When she giggled and made bubbles
And launched little brown ducks, not a laugh…
We all know the type, eh…
Once a fellow quite fond of romance
took a buxom young girl to a dance
he was charming and sweet
swept her right off her feet
all a plan to get into her pants
photo courtesy of me
If you know, you know…
Happily married
or so he always insists
at the blue oyster
One for the lovers out there
Lovers spice things up
If it not meant to fit there
Don’t put things inside

One for the man in your life.
I adore your diminutive penis
My boobs love it when it is between us
And that cum face you make
When I make your knees shake
Happy valentines, from your sweet Venus
Feel free to use this for your significant other..
I will love you with chocolates and flowers
Anal fisting and warm golden showers
Spankings, kisses and hugs
Oral, choking and drugs
And hair stroking for hours and hours
A tale of love in the middle ages
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Once a fellow quite fond of romance
took a buxom young girl to a dance
he was charming and sweet
swept her right off her feet
all a plan to get into her pants
photo courtesy of me
A piece where I mention turkey wattle in an inappropriate way
As a balance to the inevitable avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.
Heart beating, mouth dry
knotted stomach, hands trembling
Love? Food poisoning?
A tale of love in the middle ages
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
A sweet maid gave her heart to her fella
but alas she was ripe he could smell her
from her feet to her pits
tits and girl naughty bits
but was desperate so chose not to tell her
photo courtesy of me
A piece where I mention turkey wattle in an inappropriate way
As a balance to the inevitable avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.
Tender caresses
Kisses planted in the dark
Grunts, rolls over, snores
A piece where I mention turkey wattle in an inappropriate way
As a balance to the inevitable avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.
Old people loving
pendulous, gravity pulls…
think turkey wattle
Dirty dirty dirty
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
A comely barmaid from Mauritius
proclaimed “Semen is oh so delicious
and so good for my skin
and it keeps me quite thin
full of protein and very nutritious.”
photo courtesy of me
An attempt to defile love and the haiku form all at once
As a balance to the inevitable avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.
Fingers tight ’round throat
playful, pushing back boundries
too far, cold dead flesh
Men…really.
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Chap I know met a lass from Djibouti
Eyes like sapphires and lips red like rubies
said he so loved her mind
but quite adored her behind
and was rather obsessed with her boobies
photo courtesy of me
Chances are they will be inappropriate. In fact it is almost certain.
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Loves young dream at the alter they stand
the wedding she wanted, quite grand
three hours later all tears
full of champagne and beers
bridesmaid caught with his knob in her hand
photo courtesy of me
An attempt to defile love and the haiku form all at once
As a balance to the inevitable avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.
He watches and craves
from the shadows his love grows
restraining order