Best Bad Boy Poems

Tell me, Sweet One, if you've the nerve,
how is it, that you love to play?
Is it warm, with a touch of verve
that softly steals the breath away,
and makes all tight resistance sway?
Whatever you say, we can do.
Come on now, you can have your way;
for, I'm...

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Fresh, fit & frisky
Bad boy fiery, flawless, fun
Fulfilling my flesh...

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Some songs
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Some words
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true

There was a widow 
With a son
He was a spunky...

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The Bad, Bad Boy 

My Dear, sweet China Flower :

   The Oriental fragrance of you lingers on, it has permeated the very fibers of my mind and my home.
   I am, oh so very sorry for over stepping boundaries, going beyond...

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I was told when I was little
Of Bad Boy Napper, Betty Biddle
Betty Biddle bad boy napped
Even made a bad boy trap

She filled it up with dirty shoes
Grease and grime and gooey ooze
Betty knew bad boys can't wait
To jump right in to bad boy bait

Betty sat...

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Boris Johnson, what a jerk
That irritating secret smirk
That says he thinks it's all a joke
I reckon he's the sort of bloke
Who always gets away with it
Whatever, knowing Nanny's tit
Will ever fill his silver spoon
However bad he's been, the goon
And he, like other spoilt boys
I reckon...

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In the cuddles of your memory I drown
You were a fluffy handsome breed
A personality brighter than brown
But your colour sealed your collar

In you this boy found a best friend 
Lessie became lesser known 
Your bark reverberated my childhood 
Wagging your tail never a frown

Both of...

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Your life is a sandwich with many layers
Your knife slaughtered me as you bewitch my mind with thought-slayers
Coming undone by this bleeding hate-love relationship 
You tease me with insults that make me wanna cry, but I'll get a man's toughest grip 
I'm a Titanium ship...

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Master at seduction,
He was a slave of temptation..
Angelic, pretty faces,
Ripe, full bodies..
He couldnt resist,
He couldnt desist..

He had a sweet mate,
But his lust was too great..
Unmindful of consequences,
Losing all his senses..
He was always on the looking,
Searching and seeking..
For a pretty maid,
Or a sexy babe..

He exploited his...

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tell a joke well u just kiding.make a promise u wont do the same mistake again.say i 
love. but u go cheat. u wont leave my side.. i heard that from ever boy i meet.say i 
hate u.i allready know... say plz dnt leave well...

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My name’s The Bad Boy of the town,
Bad Boy to the bone.
And I walk the streets without a care,
I walk the streets alone.

You see, I’m always in the game,
Searching for the mark,
Always playing by rules of “Pick ‘em up”,
Always hunting like a shark.

A shark that...

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My friends warn me
I’d warn myself
You’re a bad boy
Smoking, drugs, and tattoos
I couldn’t help myself
Tried to ignore the nagging
But baby it was just so much
Couldn’t drown the demands of my heart
Don’t know why? Don’t care why?
But its you
My heart, body, and soul wants

My parents disapprove
Told...

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I am a bad boy
*** and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in a leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of my domain--
I, Me and Myself,
I waste no time to appease nobody,
I...

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Bad Boy Trump

Trump never likes to rehearse
Which is why his effort was worse
A bad boy he has always been
Lies much and also does sin
And on him God placed a curse.

Jim Horn

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Spineless behaviour, walks on mud and leaves no foot prints
the creator’s puzzle, only unravels through difficult hints
existing as one of morality’s abandoned orphans
bladder is always full but preserved for subsequent plans
the streets are in tears, the atmosphere judges
in the suites of his doings, embarrassment lodges
competes...

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