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Between Iraq OEF and Afghanistan ISAF I did about 120 months OCONUS..
A peculiarity about Bagram Airfield which housed about 40,000 people, mostly US enlisted soldiers from all 5 groups and the off shoots.. Well, obviously there were a bunch of horny kids with high testosterone on both sides of the fence and sleazy third country nationals .. It was no secret that some of the fat s.kanks from the US Army were there to make a buck.. Most US enlisted person in uniform had to wear a reflector belt at all times, pigs that were selling it wore 'pink belts'... no one else would be caught dead.. These ' women ' made a pile of money.. From what i heard, $150 USD per throw.. these skanks, and there were hundreds, easily raked in five times there take home per day, minimum.. frankly i cant the blame them... good lord they were hideous..
The body: a scripture, self-written, self-published.
The camera: a mirror turned outward, the reflection pays the rent.
Onlyfans: an unapologetic cathedral of skin and sin where veil is sold off by the inch.
In the comments, worshippers pay to kneel.
Pilgrims find a momentary god; a god who answers back, who utters their name like it matters.
Not charity, but the oldest bargain: attention sold by the minute.
I create. You desire. We trade.
No pretence of purity.
Capitalism stripped naked.
Raw commerce.
Do the lonely, horny souls visit this cathedral to seek salvation?
What they find is leverage.
Onlyfans: a lever long enough to move the world.
Sodom and Gomorrah
There is nothing at all today that remains
Of those two sinful cities that once stood on the plain.
When God vent his wrath upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
They quickly went from here today to gone tomorrow,
And all that poor Lot got was some salt for his pains.
Herod and Salome
Herod's lust for Salome a stepfather's exceeded,
But when he offered to pay her to dance, she acceded.
She didn't ask for gold, instead,
She wanted John the Baptist's head,
And that seventh veil was all the inducement horny Herod needed.
Samson and Delilah
When Delilah learned, to his despair,
That Samson's strength lay in his hair,
She got him drunk, he fell asleep,
And then she sheared him like a sheep.
Some secrets are best to keep and not to share.
KINDER SURPRISES
Let's talk about D**ks
Those weird little pr**ks
The anatomy
Not the person
Hold on
This will worsen
The further we go on
We can only go wrong
Just kidding
I tell lies
Like many do on their size
Reality does differ
When talking about their stiffer
But, seriously
Jokes aside
In their fella
They take pride
Probably would have cried
If knew only touched the side
Stop complaining
You should thank her
Not alone
Not a wanker
Some are shy
Some are proud
Some appear random in a crowd
All shapes & all sizes
Like kinder surprises
Wish not to get crude
This can only turn rude
They will blow
Love a suck
Like a play
Built to ??
Some better than another
Depending on the lover
So impressed
They are gleaming
Too bad only dreaming
When it comes to their member
Some like it tender
Others come across tough
Like it hard
Like it rough
Thick to thin
Bigs to smalls
Forget to not neglect their balls
Reading this
I'm sure some find it corny
Dirty other buggers
Bet it makes them horny
Just having a laugh, guys
All are perfect
Hearing this attention
They would all stand errect
Only going downhill
Enough has been said
So, stand tall from the ball to its proud mighty head!!!
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
Roasted my back hanging over eaves on a scalding rooftop.
Painted, drove, had sex.
Slowly replaced my blood with a hitest mixture
Of caffeine and ephedrine.
Painted, drove, daydreamed about sex.
Watched the sun burn up the grass from bluedust skies.
Painted, drove, bought girlie mags & read about sex.
Missed the kids, yet was often vexed by their demands when home.
Painted, drove, sucked beers in the dead of night
By the wordprocessor - & wrote about sex.
Learned how to watch girls from the rearview mirrors.
Painted, drove, had friends over & talked about sex.
Bought a house, indentured myself to the year 2020.
Painted, drove, had some more sex.
Lesson One: The path to success is long and thorny.
Lesson Two: Stress and stimulants make me horny.
Resolution: Next year, in matters pertaining to screwing,
My motto will be: "Less thinking, More doing."
Wicked Witch of the West’s
Castle is now a home for unwed children, numbering twenty-three,
Children who are gloriously sock-loose and dance-e-bee.
The flying monkeys have turned into baby sitters, and lovers.
They protect the children from all mean witches and mothers.
The scarecrow and the lion come by about twice a week,
To make sure things are comfortable, they both do peek.
Tin-man runs a home for cairn terriers down the road.
He occasionally also saves an iguana, or a horny toad.
They get a face-time call from Kansas, USA, once a day.
Dorothy is in college now, so she does not have time to play.
But she picks up the ruby slippers and makes them shine,
Showing them she will never forget Oz was a fabulous time!
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Ha! That catch phrase
(kid ding lee writ)
hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
no...not by me
boat some tee else of course)
mine min (yute) yen
for light banter i.e. badinage,
(this horny toad juiced ribbing...
frog git about it), yea,
I know that punning
while keying (NOT SAFE),
sometimes dill lutes
ma serious pickling attempt ren
doors an unsuspecting reader
(bajillion times out of zero) pen
ultimately probably discourages,
an increased virtual fanbase,
rectified by the following asinine
non-sequitur (a come men
dib bull double
entendre) totally tubularly
barbed with Freudian
slip age, that ken
figuratively grab immediate
interest of hen
pecked recipients (with pock marks
to prove such assertion)
might strongly concur even
without being aware how
psychoanalysis willy thrust
significance of phallus
in everyday affairs,
particularly how peppy
(even after applying
WD-40) can rust
and/or atrophy as if cell bait,
hence thee dick cree,
that intercourse a must
(as told by this husband
in a sexless marriage
as a result, I might
join a convent) as a lust
result, either that or
go set me a
watch woman as mistress
tubby integrated within
my private life
even if one
needs tubby bussed
from the outer limits of the
sterling twilight
zona pellucida ideally,
where love of c**t tree and
priapism maketh sea men go bust!
BARCELONA FLAMENCO
clicking of heels, like torrential downpour. guitar
plucking at the eardrums, chest wall erupting.
like a hurricane of crisp crimson leaves of Autumn ~
a raked pile, blowing around in tumultuous sweep,
her skirt, spread out in the expanse of rubious dawn,
passion’s glorious splendor, a prolific hunger.
his eyes dance as frenetic flames, hypnotized
by Spain’s red cape. His imagination, like a bull,
thunders, steaming nostrils, horny stabs at the
glorious threads of her swirling romantic escapade.
buxom black smoke and radiant yellow-gold crackles,
whip the frenzy, of her smoking hot Barcelona flamenco.
he nearly succumbs, exhausted from the steam room,
the ferocious red waves lapping at his face, his feet,
his heart. he decides he must meet her, when the fire
dims, douses, settles. he must charm the incubus.
9/22/2017
Poems That Paint A Picture 3
Sponsor: Silent One
Mr Two step in the name of fame
I regret putting a foot onto your set
I should not of accept all the abuse and lies
That came with fame
Hearing your name only makes me upset and a shame
You know when we first met
I had to bend and sweat to pay off a debt
Lord, I regret putting a foot onto your set
You believed you were a vet
You treated me like your pet
You inflicted harm and threats
You even made dirty bets
Played R/B cassettes just to get horny and wet
Mr Two Step now whose upset
These bruises and scars one could never forget
You played a vicious game of roulette
I bet you will now learn to regret
Bringing me onto your set
It's your turn to bend and sweat don't be upset
Just pray and don't fret