I am tired and thirst
far from having any erotic feelings,
too hot for a 'nookie,' the last thing on my mind.
Here in the stifling heat surrounding our camp site,
I keep traipsing back and forward to the eskie
to get an ice cold drink, and wet my face cloth.
Passing my husband, I see his hot sweaty face,
I laugh to myself and say
" No hints of an erotically charged afternoon today."
He is also hot, tired and thirsty,
heat has a way of sapping one's energy!
Perhaps? if a cool change arrives
we may change our minds, and
fall into a passionate, erotic embrace.
'I don't think so'
The only erotic thing in my vision is
my husband wrapping his lips around his cigarette,
performing slow drawback's and blowing smoke rings
Or curling his fingers around the radio knob
to change the radio station.
I gaze at his rough, unshaven face, and
think to myself 'Pash Rash' if
caught in erotic twists and turns -
'No thanks.'
Apples, She’ll Be!
Despite Down Under date blunder,
Summer ‘tis Winter, go ponder,
Go on a date, a Burl,
Whirl your girl,
No Drama, Sheila thunder!
A Wazoo Woo,
Is a Ripsnorter Two,
Warm winter sunbake,
Warren’s Birthday Cake,
Pash modestly or HooRoo!
Take Mary on a Bonzer Date,
Good Onya Heaps Mate,
May yer Matilda be Moolah
Cold Beer in yer Coolah
Corker You Day!
ARMGAUNT EFTES and RIBAUDRED
fub
poppering
with
pibble-pabble
&
impetico
insisture
tanling
the
tirrit passado
forgetive
pioned
to
a fedarie
pajocked
pash &
toged
Antihacking software
They can remotely control
Our vehicles.
Spyware is untraceable and cheap.
The Invisible God making a script
To make audeince for your
destruction.
They know where you are
And have access to your plans.
The one with the chip?
Performance
Handling
And steering.
We need to remove the curtains
From these satan's.
Even if it is there job!
Astonishment
The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses
Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore
Where men stood waited to be knighted.
They had done their duty to keep their mouth shut
And averted their eyes to the state’s illegal activity
Now, payoffs a title and membership in a pash club
The queen came ashore, she had a white lion cub
In one hand and a hammer in the other hand
She hit the men over the head; they fell and died.
The queen, a Marxist revolutionary had been silent
for so long, now she was, old the truth had to come out
no horse carriage for her, but she kept the lion cub.
To the summer blue they enter
Creating a lovely splash
Two in falling clench
Feelings relate to pash
Frolic's lead to cuddles
Amidst this pure of blue
Wetted lips in caress
Hearts touching oh so true
Exiting the water
In awe he looks at she
Her clothing hugging her shapes
As she slowly walks to me
What I see allures me
Investigative is my mind
My hands she takes intentively
Impressed in loving kind
Below a greened canopy shade
Two in slow undress
Naked torso's stand in wait
Soon to be addressed
Hands in liberty wander
Roaming undulations
Kissing leads to loving join
In sharing loves sensations
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My name is passion williams
i'm very secretive about my feelings
though i am outsoken when asked about opinon
i will do anything to complete my dreams
i don't anything stand in my way
i don't care if any one doesn't like it
i am very persistent and athletic
i am strong mentally,phsically,emtionally
i have a whole lot of strength
Helen’s in love with Augustus!
The poor girl has got it real bad!
In between ev’ry sneeze,
She goes weak at the knees …
He’s the biggest pash she’s ever had!
She’s beginning to dream of their future!
She’s never felt like this before.
She sees them together,
In bright sunny weather,
Cavorting in fields hand in paw (?)
Yes, Helen’s in love with Augustus,
But I fear she’ll be left on the shelf:
Because since I got wind
Of this sordid affaire …
I quite fancy that pussy myself!!
Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…
Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…
Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…
Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…
One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…
I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…
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