I wanna be your naughty boy

Holey Ghost

Oooooh baby, you’re so good to me
Sweet kisses upon my lips
Your naughtiness
Upon my hips
You’re DirtySsweet Baby
You’re so good to me

Your soft lips upon my skin
Where it’s tan and where it’s pink
Enflames my passion
Engulfs my soul
As your lips and mouth savor a drink
From my erupting fountain of love

Ooooooh baby, you’re so good to me
Your moves, your grooves
Like a needle embedded in your vinyl
Bringing me to edge of ecstasy,
You’re not just a dream or a fantasy
You’re my DirtySweet baby

My hard yet gentle lips upon your skin
Where it’s tan and where I’st pink
It's where myy swirling tongue longs to sink
My kips and mouth
Yearn to drink, and sip with my wand’ring lips
From your gushing fountain of love
In then out, then in again

Ooooooh baby, you’re my soulful lady
You’re so good to me
You’re my DirtySweet baby
Cuz you blow me off my feet
Baby you're so sweet, a sensuous sexy tasty treat
You're so good to eat
You're so good to me, baby
My DirtySweet baby

H.G. Swells

even flow?

Saliva drips
Fill the water bed
A liquid playground
Not meant for children

It squishes and squashes
Splishes and sploshes
It is getting so wet
We may need galoshes

Skin drenched with oil
Sliding on rubber sheets
Moaning and groaning
Thundering heart beats

Gravity boots
Tasty, hot, oils
No one is a victor
We both share the spoils

Holey Ghost

I used to have a waterbed, or two
the one that I liked best
had shock absorbers
to hande the wave action

You could get more traction
a little more friction
a litte less wave reverberation
a lot more satisfaction
of the feel of gravitation

....maybe it helped, the salivation
or maybe it's salvation, titillation, gyration
for the Love Nation, where everyone wins
gettin' skin to skin, but on rubber sheets?

I prefer slippin' n' slidin' on silk or satin ones

even flow?

Thanks Holey G. But I evaded the radar on post 107. I enjoy reading this thread. It reminds me of the times before the changing of the guard when fun, sex, spanks and more sex and then more fun and even more sex ruled the day.

The clock on the wall reads sex o'clock.

Holey Ghost

that's right, you're not a virgin then.....

Sex o'clock yes, with the other pointer at 9
sweet! like cherry wine

I've heard rumours 'bout that dead
sorry it ended up dead

now it's ironic that sex and love
gets reser-ected by a Holey
or maybe I should say, horny, Ghost
who enjoys poetic interaction
and the traction and push
of playin' with cyber tush

Holey Ghost

(inspired by Ziggy Marleys' "Love is My Religion")

Lust is my religion
Desire is my decision
Your burnin’ fire
Is your attraction
Juicy wet kisses
Reduces our friction
Your sweetness
Is my addiction

Lust is my religion
Lovin you
Is my connection
Your taste
Is my confection
Your lust
For my erection
Your luscious lips
Is my affection

Lust is my religion
Your desires
Are my direction
Your grinding hips
Is the intersection
The connection
To my erection

Lust is my religion
Love is our decision
Sex is our connection
Love is going our direction
Our lips are our affection

H.G. Swells

Pearl_Jam_Necklace

Holey Ghost wrote:

that's right, you're not a virgin then.....

Sex o'clock yes, with the other pointer at 9
sweet! like cherry wine

I've heard rumours 'bout that dead
sorry it ended up dead

now it's ironic that sex and love
gets reser-ected by a Holey
or maybe I should say, horny, Ghost
who enjoys poetic interaction
and the traction and push
of playin' with cyber tush

horny ghost ..haha ...i like that one....im glad this thread is still going...its nice to smile and think happy thoughts or horny thoughts..ya know,..its a great thread and there's no fucktards lurking..i try to read this once a day or twice LOL..i re-read the whole thing before i went out last thursday lol..

Being Enlightened

Holey Ghost wrote:

Girl we communicate with universal tongue
That starts from your sensuous lips to mine
With trails of wetness
Scents of your sweet kiss
Down your neck and back
Around your hips

Girl let our ship, sail
It wont’ be the Titanic
No reason to panic or be frantic
When we set sail
From your shore, the Grand Atlantic


H.G. Swells

We ride with the motion
of the great blue ocean

Bodies tremble, elated bliss,
entwined in a passionate kiss

Fingers exploring, awakening a gush,
hardness expanding, with blood’s rush

We sail on in this, our perfect embrace,
twinkle in the eyes, flushed in the face

Find that a tender place, terrific
between my Grand Atlantic and your Great Pacific



H.G., H.G. H.G. Swells, ya tickle my tender places and ring my bells! *DING-A-LING-A-LING*

Jamal

Being Enlightened wrote:

We ride with the motion
of the great blue ocean

Bodies tremble, elated bliss,
entwined in a passionate kiss

Fingers exploring, awakening a gush,
hardness expanding, with blood’s rush

We sail on in this, our perfect embrace,
twinkle in the eyes, flushed in the face

Find that a tender place, terrific
between my Grand Atlantic and your Great Pacific



H.G., H.G. H.G. Swells, ya tickle my tender places and ring my bells! *DING-A-LING-A-LING*

And as we ride our bodies erode
yours a little more than mine
A widened gap now stares at me

I'd ride the ocean if I could
but you're a perfect substitute
A recipient for what I am about to blow

Look out below!
it's coming now
So close your eyes honey

*fulfilled and happy, our young hero gets a nice cool beer from the fridge*

Holey Ghost

.....cuz I got a frickin'....Motherload
........from this Horny Toad

to set sail
cum high water
or hell, so start to bail

.........cuz when I hit land
..............this high tide
...................with turn my boulders n'rocks
..........................to sand

Being Enlightened

Holey Ghost wrote:

Oooooh baby, you’re so good to me
Sweet kisses upon my lips
Your naughtiness
Upon my hips
You’re DirtySsweet Baby
You’re so good to me

Your soft lips upon my skin
Where it’s tan and where it’s pink
Enflames my passion
Engulfs my soul
As your lips and mouth savor a drink
From my erupting fountain of love

Ooooooh baby, you’re so good to me
Your moves, your grooves
Like a needle embedded in your vinyl
Bringing me to edge of ecstasy,
You’re not just a dream or a fantasy
You’re my DirtySweet baby

My hard yet gentle lips upon your skin
Where it’s tan and where I’st pink
It's where myy swirling tongue longs to sink
My kips and mouth
Yearn to drink, and sip with my wand’ring lips
From your gushing fountain of love
In then out, then in again

Ooooooh baby, you’re my soulful lady
You’re so good to me
You’re my DirtySweet baby
Cuz you blow me off my feet
Baby you're so sweet, a sensuous sexy tasty treat
You're so good to eat
You're so good to me, baby
My DirtySweet baby

H.G. Swells

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You’re so dirtysweet
Think I need ya ta give me
Something good to eat

You’re skin so fine
And your moves so smooth
Taste sweeter than wine
An’ ya got my kinda groove

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You knock me off my feet
Ooo, what you do moves me
A tasty special treat

My slippery wet desire
Your rock hard passion
Burning midnight fires
And, ooo, such a tongue lashin’

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You just can’t be beat
Ya rock me and ya roll me
‘Til I can’t take a seat!

YEEEOWW!

Being Enlightened

even flow? - nice one there! So slick, slick! Ooo, bouncy rubber sheets, galoshes LOL! and slick oils--you'd be holding onto eachother for dear life--kinky!

HA HA HA!!! Jamal! That was pretty funny! Watch out! Thar he blows! Hee Hee!....well, at least you went and got your own beer!

Holey Ghost

Being Enlightened wrote:

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You’re so dirtysweet
Think I need ya ta give me
Something good to eat

You’re skin so fine
And your moves so smooth
Taste sweeter than wine
An’ ya got my kinda groove

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You knock me off my feet
Ooo, what you do moves me
A tasty special treat

My slippery wet desire
Your rock hard passion
Burning midnight fires
And, ooo, such a tongue lashin’

Sugar, daddy, baby,
You just can’t be beat
Ya rock me and ya roll me
‘Til I can’t take a seat!

YEEEOWW! [/color}

Yeah sugar momma
Give me something good eat
I love spicy treats

Your touch is soft
Your eyes smile like the sun
Baby you’re so hot
And you’re really fun

Sugar baby you blow me off my feet
I met you on the backstreets
And lead me to your front door
Now I want more sugar, momma

Your slippery wet desire
Is risin’ me, higher n’ higher
Sugar baby you’ve lit my fire
At midnight, at noon, beneath the moon
We’re finding our rhythm, our beat
My rock, your roll, our souls
Are in melodic tune

DirtySweet Sugar Momma
You’re my dharma
And I wanna
Charm Ya

Yoouzzzza!

Holey Ghost

a banana a day
keeps ya healthy
sexy
and wise

and if done with care
a joyful delight
when
eaten an inch at a time
before
being swallowed

a great source of vitamins
and I guess
a tool to teach
'bout condoms

not really a conundrum
it's both
enjoy
nature's toy

H.G. Swells

even flow?

Took a tube
Thought is was lube
What a boob
Super glue

Who knew
Not us two
Stuck in you
Bucket of water

Somebody's daughter
Can it get any hotter
Hilarious fodder
Crawl to the phone

Got a stuck bone
No I'm not alone
Hurting groan
Look on their face

After entering the place
Our disgrace
Very bad taste
Lights on next time

Holey Ghost

nuttin' better n' being
stuck together

butt superglue?
depends with who

Holey Ghost

The crack

Enticing
Exciting
That little patch
Of butt skin
With a just a crack
Down the middle

Sittin’ down on the grass
She reaches over
Bending bending
Oooooh a little farther
The white blouse pulls up
The blue jeans down

Enticing
Exciting
That little patch
Of butt skin
With a just a crack
Down the middle

Maybe beckoning
That guitar
And a fiddle
To play a sweet melody
‘bout how the crack
Enticed
Sliced and diced
My drooling tongue

She looks up
Sees me admiring her
Slit down the middle
That swelled my middle
A smile, a smile back
Both with a litte......
mmmmm….. bare ass ment
‘bout the crack
The patch of skin
Down her lower back

and images of playing the fiddle
alll the way down the middle
of her crack

H.G. Swells

FinsburyParkCarrots

Mah c*ck ees too big for mah bawrls, wummn
mah c*ck ees too big for mah barwls
they drag duh thang down
till it weeps from duh crown
muh corrrk eees tuh beeeeeeg furrr mah bawwwwwrls

FinsburyParkCarrots

Oh wait, wrong way 'round:

mah bawwwlls eees too beeeg for mah dong, daddy
mah baawwwlls ees too beeeeeg for mahhh dong
Dey drang duh thang down
Now eeet's starin' tuh frown
mah bawwwwls eees too beeeg furrr dis songggg

Holey Ghost

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Mah c*ck ees too big for mah bawrls, wummn
mah c*ck ees too big for mah barwls
they drag duh thang down
till it weeps from duh crown
muh corrrk eees tuh beeeeeeg furrr mah bawwwwwrls

you're a lucky man!
Y U complainin'
you should be
ballin'
not bawlin'

Holey Ghost

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Oh wait, wrong way 'round:

mah bawwwlls eees too beeeg for mah dong, daddy
mah baawwwlls ees too beeeeeg for mahhh dong
Dey drang duh thang down
Now eeet's starin' tuh frown
mah bawwwwls eees too beeeg furrr dis songggg

try heat shrinkin' 'em
if that don't work
try cuttin' 'em off
'and sellin' 'em
for Rocky Mountain oysters

You could call 'em Pearls
that jsut need a little jammin'
a little slammin'
a little hammin'
eggs

'n toast with Jam

** a little orange juice with tnose sir? **

FinsburyParkCarrots

You'd need a perfect quiver
in hope to half-deliver
a shot that might just rot
this package.
There's no lackage
of some's seekage
in my leakage.
Some would rather
they were father
of my shootings -
my existential mootings -
but I must admit my spulgence
is the greatest of indulgence
that can never be combatted.
See what I've just splatted?

'_

Holey Ghost

you're crackin' me up Finsbury

SPLAT!!!!!

I may quiver and quake
I may hold it and shake
but I never use
Shake n' Bake

'less I want an eruption
some voluption
that will make me quiver
and not shoot
straight

must be alcohol
in the liver

SLAT!!

FinsburyParkCarrots

You Eddie Van Halen?
Eruptin' an' wailin'
while tappin', two handed,
till the lava has landed?

Don't do the two-handy
upon the big glandy
unless it's for money.
See Joe Satriani!

Holey Ghost

Bu2 wrote:

it's all good in here.
Come lay your head down
upon my pillow here

and tell me your sweet dreams
and your stories
about love

Tell us what it's like to live
where you are, my love

And if things get a little
too explicit
that's okay

Because we all are adults
and we all feel that way

And your poetry is something
that we need, every day

There's so much hate in this world already...

What's wrong with a little love?

Jamal.........

Holey Ghost

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

You Eddie Van Halen?
Eruptin' an' wailin'
while tappin', two handed,
till the lava has landed?

Don't do the two-handy
upon the big glandy
unless it's for money.
See Joe Satriani!

ahhhhhh my fav'rite jumper
and Joe Sastriani
who started out with Greg Kihn
and can outstrum
any other guitar bum

I don't use either hand
cuz I usually gots a woman
to wash my sea
into her land, man

Bu2

I don't remember
my legs feeling this way
but they're not surrounding my ears
very often...

While I'm loving
what you're doing
I can't help but keep thinking:
If I should have a heart attack and die,
will I be able to fit in a coffin?

You've studied the Kama Sutra
and you like sushi
I can tell
But what would happen
if the phone rang
and you grabbed it
and I fell?

Would the cops come and take pictures
Would my mother then see the truth?
Can we tell her I just bent over
to get a quarter in a phone booth?

Where's the Ben-Gay
in this foreplay?
I'm not used to receiving,
that's the truth!

So even though I'm not quite used to
being hog-tied up and eaten
I will say that I enjoyed this
forbidden fruit in pretty Eden

And I think that my legs grew some
while being stretched and bent and all
I enjoyed this and I hope that
you can clean my footprints off your wall

FinsburyParkCarrots

Holey Ghost wrote:

ahhhhhh my fav'rite jumper
and Joe Sastriani
who started out with Greg Kihn
and can outstrum
any other guitar bum

I don't use either hand
cuz I usually gots a woman
to wash my sea
into her land, man

Tis an uncouth
untruth.
George Bernard Shaw
said, we all use our paw,
and the ones that don't, lie.
So, fie, fie fie
on the proposition
of any dismissin'
the admission,
that once in a day
when your lady's away,
and when it pleases, you still
shake the cheese off the George Foreman grill.

Holey Ghost

The truth be said
I'd be dead if did deny
or came up
with a clever alibi

That yes
I am blessed
with long arms
and can reach
my lucky charms
duz no harm riight
even tho'
I think I've lost my sight

So yes Finsbury you are right
I think my first eruption
and many since then
was 2nd best friend
not it wasn't a man or a dog
or cat that made me SPLAT
yes it was five fingers
that work their magic
on my basket balls
and johnson

Yet when I have my druthers
and it quite often
I find the touch of woman
the scent of a woman
the feel of woman
will make my hardness
soften

Holey Ghost

Okay Finsbury
enuff 'bout yer hands
tho' they may be hairy
I wanna bet back
to want I want to bury
in the bushes
with my fir trees

Get on my knees
and get the opposite sex
beg for mercy
scream with joy
and fill women with pleasure
as I disover under covers
their g-spot treasures

I guess I like just bein'
A nice but naughty boy
and let all the girls
play with toy

Rather than
bein' a man or with one
I do like the girl's bum
especially after beatin' on theri drum
and gettin' some
of their sweet muff---in

And I'll always take
what they gonna bake
and got cookin' in oven
than my hand
cuz you can always have that
when you're lost in the hunt

And out comes Alan Funt
and say's "Smile You're on Candy's Rump"