1-Line Love Poem

[Samurai Waki]

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee

[Big King Sanctaphrax]

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee
which will teach me not to lay wantonly

This has become more of a one line dirty limerick/smutty ditty, hasn't it?

[John86]

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee
which will teach me not to lay wantonly
You've given me a line unrhym-oly,

[Ronin]

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee
which will teach me not to lay wantonly
You've given me a line unrhym-oly,
You´ll be sorry if I ever again lay eyes on thee


I take full bragging rights for the derailment of this poem

[Samurai Waki]

Double Post

[Big King Sanctaphrax]

Ok, a bit too smutty, methinks. I'm going to rewind a couple of posts.

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee
which will teach me not to lay wantonly
You've given me a line unrhym-oly,
You´ll be sorry if I ever again lay eyes on thee

[Moros]

our scent and touch are like the fields of Bali,
All my life with you I'd love to dally,
We are the only ones in these fields,

These fields of love and passion,
Are like curved lines in fashion.
I feel the cool breeze and the long grass tickle me,
Your gentle warmth at my side,
That washes me daintily, like the ocean tide,
As nature plays you foul, got hit by a bee.
Nice legs, wanna ****?
I asked jokingly
But boy was she willingly
The number of times we did it, was well over twenty.
and at the end, I paid her plenty
which she, with her kind heart refused utterly
Because I'm damn good in bed, you see.
even though now it burns when I pee
which will teach me not to lay wantonly
You've given me a line unrhym-oly,
You´ll be sorry if I ever again lay eyes on thee
you're lucky that I'm blind and can't see.