Create a poem and use the last line of the poem created by the person above as your first line. The poem can have as many, or as few lines as you want and take any poetic form. I'll start:
I'm creating a poem,
No clue how it turn out,
Or if it will make you pout,
But I hope that it will make you smile,
At least for a while
At least for a while,
I’d like to know no fears.
Is it so much to ask,
To be fear free?
I don’t think so,
So, why can’t I feel it?
So, why can't I feel it?
To feel safe and secure.
Of the past coming back
to haunt me, of this it will,
I am sure.
As soon as I think it is gone,
it returns to haunt me like an old song.
So, what will it take?
So what will it take?
Time will soon tell
someone on the make
who rings her cute bell
who rings her cute bell?
Happiness
Happiness can be seen by a smile
And in your eyes
Twinkling with shine
Twinkling with shine
I cannot make that rhyme
no, wait, I can
well that's my plan
Oh no I can't actually
Oh no I can't actually,
Because I promised to be home by nine.
You see, I promised this fella,
We’d shag tonight.
In my room, with the candles and wax.
It sounds like kinky fun, I know!
He even calls me Mistress!
He even calls me Mistress
But I run to him in distress
With him, I find solace and comfort
Can count on his staunching support.
Can count on his staunching support
He assured her most tenderly
Tis you I wish to woo and court
and tickle most gingerly
And tickle most gingerly
He did this with his finger tips
When she squealed in delight
He tickled with his lips
He tickled with his lips
As she wiggled her hips
So his head went to and fro
All leading her clit to grow
All leading her clit to grow
And boy does she like to show
Come closer please my love
And gimmie good hard poke
And gimmie good hard poke
Let me tell you that ain't no joke
When I get out my pecker
I'm gonna wreck her
I'm gonna wreck her
Determined man is sure
Patience of a saint
But Thoughts of her impure
But Thoughts of her impure,
She couldn’t get him off her mind.
His sweet, tender lips,
The way his hair fell in his eyes.
Let’s not forget how he whispered her name.
The thought made her tremble,
Those sweet impure thoughts raced through her.
His kiss his touch, would free her soul
Driven by a fire
A need, an ache, a constant crave
A slave to her desire
A slave to her desire
To belong to him completely
She submits to his wants
And she does it so sweetly
Surrendering herself
To his every whim
Doing as Daddy says
Pleases her and pleases him
His baby girl,
Is all he needs, and wants.
She fills him with a hungry need.
Yes, she drives him crazy, with that cheeky mouth.
But, what more can he ask for?
She’s all he needs and wants,
His baby girl.
The one true girl who makes his knees weak.
Upon her lips he'd spill
She has cast her wicked spell
Her tongue does dance of caress
For her touch he is obsessed
His one true girl, he wants
She promises to please
His one true girl, he needs
O the wicked possibilities
O the wicked possibilities,
Shall we ponder on some?
The wicked 69, pleasure for both!
The missionary, great for looking into eyes,
Doggie, spankings ahoy!
Three possibilities...
Which one will you choose?
Which one will you choose
Asks the gingerkitty
Lets ask the hounds that howl
Or the cocks that crow
How do they like it
Do they like it fast or
Like it good and slow
like it good and slow...
why yes i do.
i also like it hot and slamming.
let's spend some time
exploring it all.
let me feel your fingers touching.
feel me sliding over you
leaving proof that you arouse me
and that i like it all
as long as it is you doing it.
As long as it is you doing it,
You can do anything.
My inhibitions packed their bags
And have
Gone with the wind.
As long as it is you doing it,
I could not be less aloof.
You're like a
Purring pussy
Cat on a hot tin roof.
As long as it is you doing it,
I dance to a new drummer.
I fell for you
Completely,
Suddenly last summer.
As long as it is you doing it,
I feel completely free.
As transparent to desire
As figures in
The glass menagerie.
As long as it is you doing it,
You set my heart on fire.
I would pay any fare
To ride
A streetcar named desire.
A streetcar named desire
Beckons all lushers
To hop in and enjoy the ride
That leads you to paradise.
That leads you to paradise
That, that moment of happines
That click in the head
Shall not be ignored
Not now, not ever
Not now, not ever
Will she feel like this again.
To have her soul touched,
To feel her heart soar
As the moment
His eyes catches hers,
And their lips meet in a melting kiss.
And their lips meet in a melting kiss
Will they ever really experience this?
Can they ever really be...
It is in their dreams that they are truly free
Of inhibitions, hurt and rage,
That keep them locked in this golden cage.
Responsibilities, loyalty and false expectations
That make them stick to their earthy choices and creations
In the dreams their passions run free
Whilst they drink from the well of symbiotic ecstasy
Infinity, no end and no begin
Silver moonlight strings dancing on naked skin
Tantric love, bodies in trance
Hearts floating in abundance
Blooming flowers, lapping tongues
Eruption, climax, smoking guns...
