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November 10, 2009
Love Song for Dagmar by ~tightwhitepants is a well-wrought, humorous form poem, a reminder that love comes in all shapes and sizes.
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She’s a glutton, she’s no kitten; she can stuff her face for Britain
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, it’s amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
She’s an airship, she’s a trawler, still I worship and adore her
She’s a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, she’s the oddest, and she’s vulgar and immodest
She’s the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.
She’s no figment, she’s no fragment, she’s a fat fridge magnet
and she’s sticking like a limpet to that big white door.
You can like it, you can lump it, she’s a slattern, she’s a strumpet
You can fill her to the limit - she’ll come begging you for more.
I am smitten, sycophantic; in her panties she’s gigantic
As I’m straddled, panting, frantic on the pinewood pantry floor.
See her glorious posterior, imperious, superior -
My dearest, I’m delirious, this is serious amour.
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, it’s amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
She’s an airship, she’s a trawler, still I worship and adore her
She’s a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, she’s the oddest, and she’s vulgar and immodest
She’s the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.
She’s no figment, she’s no fragment, she’s a fat fridge magnet
and she’s sticking like a limpet to that big white door.
You can like it, you can lump it, she’s a slattern, she’s a strumpet
You can fill her to the limit - she’ll come begging you for more.
I am smitten, sycophantic; in her panties she’s gigantic
As I’m straddled, panting, frantic on the pinewood pantry floor.
See her glorious posterior, imperious, superior -
My dearest, I’m delirious, this is serious amour.
Literature
Born Afar
We would be
dark.
Matter of fact.
I'd turn into Penelope.
Pen-e-lope, like cantelope;
she was ripe, over ripe perhaps,
withered with the waiting years,
Penny parched from rolling tears-
enough to swim him home.
If he was water you are stone.
Sandstone. Solid. Something -
young boys need to cling to, something -
a bow to fit the string to, something.
That's not me but it's something.
You would be
warm,
weighted and one.
Entirely a second son,
a second son and quite undone,
Stay. Smile upon my
wasted weaving fingertips,
shun your father's treasure ship
and hold me close, alone.
Literature
if the woman
.
If the woman is a stone
bury her in blue water,
If the woman is a knife
rub her til she's sharp.
His voice is a rattle at the bottom of a tin cup.
His arms are spurs, and rusted
where metal pinches leather.
He shakes like a drum in firelight
with the last fist still fresh on his back:
ama sa'ni, she grow curved low like a horseshoe,
&
Literature
Past Our Dancing Days
A kitchen. MAN and WOMAN stand centre stage, in front of a counter with drawers. They are arguing as lights fade on.
WOMAN. Look. Its called a double suicide pact for a reason. I kill myself, and then you kill yourself.
MAN. Why are we doing this again? Do I have to kill myself?
WOMAN. Yes.
MAN. I dont like the smell of blood.
WOMAN. So what?
MAN. I dont like iron either. Probably because iron smells like blood.
WOMAN. Shut up.
MAN. Dont tell me to shut up.
WOMAN. When you shut up, Ill stop telling yo
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A paean to the larger lady.
Quickly whacked off during my lunch hour...
...needs some cleaning up.
Quickly whacked off during my lunch hour...
...needs some cleaning up.
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Funny, and sweet poem about a very pretty, very big girl!
Nicely written!
Nicely written!