The Mendozie Experience RL Master BF to ...'s blog: "poem"

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness, wolves vent their howls. The dark one stirs. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form, an eternal desire. Her raven hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of shared vitality, I awaken.

DISAPPOINTMENT. OH, how can I live in a torture so wild, And yet always be dreaming of bliss? Why not learn Fate has doomed me to be sorrow's child, And in meekness the heavy rod kiss? I have lived for long months in a bright land of dreams, Dawning roseate as th' opening of day; But alas! the bright tints were but lightning gleams Flashing wrath, and then fading away. True bliss of the soul I have constantly sought, But alas! I have sought it in vain; On earth its base semblance is rended and bought, And I never will seek it again. 155 How I long for some spot in the solitude deep, All alone I could dwell there for years; My only companion, Repentance, and weep Living fountains of sorrowful tears. Tucker, Mary E.

A NAUGHTY POEM A Naughty Little Poem She whispered 'will it hurt me? ' 'Of course not' answered he 'It's a very simple process, You can rely on me.' She said 'I'm very frightened, I've not had this before. My friend has had it five times And said it can be sore.' It was growing rather painful Tears formed in her eyes It was hurting quite a bit now It must have been a size. 'Calm yourself' he whispered 'His face filled with a grin 'Try and open wider So I can get it in.' 'It's coming now' he whispered 'I know' she cried in bliss Feeling it deep within her now She said 'I am glad I'm having this.' And with a final effort She gave a frightened shout He gripped it in anguish And quickly pulled it out. She lay back quite contended Sighed and gave a smile She said 'I'm glad I came now You made it worth my while.' Now if you read this carefully The dentist you will find Is not what you imagined It's just your dirty mind! ! mandy faye

Naughty Poems >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sex is evil Evil is sin Sins are forgiven So stick it in. >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Roses are red, Violets are corny, When i think of you Oh baby i get horny, >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I like your style I like your class but most of all i like your ass >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Kissing is a habit Fucking is a game Guys get all the pleasure> Girls get all the pain The guy says i love you You believe its true But when your tummy starts to swell, He says 'to hell with you' 10 minutes of pleasure 9 months in pain 3 days in hospital A baby without a name The baby is a bastard The mother is a whore This never wouldn't have happened If the rubber wouldn't have torn >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Guys are like roses, Watch out for the pricks. >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sex is when a guys information enters a girls communication to increase the population for a younger generation do you get the information... or do you need a demonstration >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mental anxiety, Mental breakdowns, Menstrual cramps, Menopause... Did you ever notice how all women's problems begin with MEN!?!?!? >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!! >>>>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Holy mother, full of grace Bless my boyfriend's gorgeous face Bless his hair that tends to curl Keep him away from all other girls Bless his arms that are so strong Put his hands where they belong Bless his dick, the one i sucked Bless the bed, in which we fuck And if my mom happened to walk in Bless the shit I'd be in.

You Can Ring My Bell Do you like making spoons in bed? Or do you do it on all fours like beasts Perhaps in the style of the missionaries Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick? Is she animated when you’re at it? Thrashing about a lot Or motionless like a resuscitation doll Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall? Mounting her roughly from behind What about the wheelbarrow? Have you tried that position? Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing? Do you play two way family favorites? Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh Before drinking from the velvet cup Does she enjoy performing orally? Is her behavior quite low, morally Base and sluttish Or is she prim and proper Prudish about being rude-ish Maybe it’s not what you do but who you do it with Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty Clear complexioned or spotty Level headed or dotty Intelligently spectacled Scantily clad in edibles What about role playing and dressing up Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge? And do you dress as a centurion Or a gladiator Do you play doctors and nurses? Or vicars and tarts Master and slave Butler and parlor maid Teacher and pupil Acting out fantasies of filth Do you do it wearing a hat? In German helmet and jack boots Cross dressing perhaps In a pencil skirt or floral dress Leather goods or latex or pace What about toys or sexual aids No let’s not go there What about swinging do you fancy that? Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat Does she need to be of a certain physical type? To be of the right dimensions? Or proportions Tall and pencil thin Or perhaps pear shaped or round An hour glass figure Or a stick thin anorexic A particular color eyes Hair, long, short or none at all Blonde, brunette or red Body piercing? A turn on? Or turn off? Tattoo’s like wise Do you like your beaver wild or tamed? Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card? And if it looks like Adolph Hitler’s moustache do you care When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying Or are they small and pert just enough for toying Are you fussy about her appearance? Or is a pulse all she needs Perhaps you’re not even that fussy Is she noisy when you’re on the nest? Perhaps that’s what you like the best Once she’s warmed up do you make her bellow? So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow? What about location does it matter where it’s done Do you like it to be a public place? When she’s sitting on your face Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke At someone’s party under a pile of coats At the cinema or theatre Out back in a dark alley way In the car? We’ve all done it there All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table Even on the toilet if she doesn’t care It doesn’t matter what you do to ring each others bell Or where you ring it bloody hell Just as long as all party’s are willing and able That’s the best thing of all and the most important And the most exiting when she tells you yes

In The Afterglow She lay serenely in the afterglow The sweat of passion spent Vaporized and no more Her hair tousled, frames a peaceful face The red glow of the cheeks still visible Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth No hint remains of what passed The contortions of orgasm Which were etched into her innocent face Linger no more but shall again soon She lies beneath a silken sheet Stretched more tightly across her breasts Showing them in sharp relief The cool air from the open window Arouses her nipples Which stand proud through the silk She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison As her arousal continues elsewhere If her lover does not return Her satisfaction will be in her own hand

Heat We came together In a frenzied embrace Mouths locked, Nostrils flared Snorting like fighting bulls Kissing, stroking, groping Fumbling with buttons and belts Hooks and eyes Until we lay in a heap Disordered in our semi nakedness I caressed her breasts Teasing her nipples First with fingers Before attending to them orally I moved my hand across her soft belly And pulled up her skirt My mouth alternated between Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth My slipped under her skirt And I reached up Until I felt the silk of her underwear I pulled them down to her ankles urgently Then I moved my hand steadily Up her long stockined leg From ankle to calf to her inner thigh The soft naked flesh above her stocking Before combing my fingers through Her luxuriant growth She turned her attentions once again To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue I cupped her pubic bone in my hand And rocked it gently Then I slipped my fingers between her lips Into the creamy wetness She moaned gently in my ear And slid her finger around my swollen shaft Tugging roughly at me As I worked her wet flesh Until her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo And she came Her thighs closed on me Then she rolled onto her back For me to mount her She wanted me so badly And my balls ached for the want of her I lay on her and we kissed And I probed at her wetness Teasing her lips with my tip Then in her urgency with her slender legs wrapped around me She pulled me in until she enveloped me Then she gripped me Vice like with her slim yet powerfull thighs Preventing my withdrawal Her mouth was again on my ear Licking and chewing Her razor like nails dug into my skin I arched my back And entered her deeper Then her grip on my hips lessoned I withdrew and thrust into her again She writhed beneath me moaning As she tongued my ear I thrust again She bit my lobe Her nails were now in my buttocks I thrust again and again Then again faster and faster We moan loudly in unison Until I exploded inside her And she clung to me like a limpet There we lay in the afterglow of passion Locked in fond embrace For a timeless period Until our passions were again aroused FROM PECULIAR POETRY

Kiss I meet her gaze I help her stand I hold my breath and kiss her hand I see her blush her cheeks red now I smell her hair and kiss her brow It brings me joy to hear her speak I take her hand and kiss her cheek I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips I hold her face and kiss her lips Our love's true passions now begin I caress her form and kiss her skin Our passions flow like summer rain Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again In the afterglow in fond embrace We speak of love and I kiss her face From Peculiar Poetry

Hidden Soul There's a part of me That's lost, invisible, and nebulous, A glimmer of an essence unrecognizable; A shapeless, shifting aura I cannot see. Solitude is a luxury I can't afford, So I go in, searching the limits Of imagination, longing to touch the ineffable, Seeking peace, the only true reward. Within my mind, I am everything. I am hope; I am desolation. I am nothing. The dark, misty reaches of eternal life Move away like a shooting star Every time I draw near, Pulling me deeper in internal strife. The rocky climb toward evolution, Grasping ideas that aren't my own, Fills me with unspeakable fear; Crossing the bar is the only solution. Dena L Moore September 2, 2001

Master of the Mask Though I sit in contemplation-- Calm, crossed legs, Upturned palms on my knees-- A light rippling wind flips my hair Forward, across my brow. A slight disturbance, an echo of The universe touching me gently, A spirit of a breeze. My expression, it belies the truth-- A grimace that does not surface. Master of the mask. Reflective orbs, uncreased skin, Slight upturned lips... Who would guess? Inside brews a hurricane. Eyes open to the wind, Hands lift to brush the hair away. Gentle reminder of a raging storm That cannot be tamed, A rising force of nature. Dena L. Moore March 2, 2002