.NextGeneration.
Hard finger fucking
from touchscreen iphone users.
Satisfied girlfriends.
.DoomAwaits.
Sit on your white throne
command an army of death.
Curry from last night.
Showing posts with label girlfriend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girlfriend. Show all posts
Monday, 26 July 2010
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
lusty gaze haiku
.DrunkPerving.
Lusty gaze at breasts
captured on facebook for all.
Awaits girlfriends wrath.
Lusty gaze at breasts
captured on facebook for all.
Awaits girlfriends wrath.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Saturday, 3 January 2009
some more haikus
.WeatherReport.
Pretty weather girl.
Brightens up my day, unlike
this crappy weather.
.DressSense.
'What are you wearing?!?'
'Its just something I threw on.'
'What did you do? Miss?'
Pretty weather girl.
Brightens up my day, unlike
this crappy weather.
.DressSense.
'What are you wearing?!?'
'Its just something I threw on.'
'What did you do? Miss?'
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Drunk Girlfriend
Drunk girlfriend, hanging off my arm,
Holding her up, keep safe from harm.
Slurring, screeching random speech in my ear.
You whine and shiver that: ''I'm soooo cold
I should've brought a coat like I was told',
I've tuned you out, I absently reply 'yes dear'.
shoes swinging in hand, staggering barefoot
up the street, soles of her feet black like soot.
Guiding her through lumps of broken glass.
'Dont want that, want chips' So we queue again
strength in my support of you begins to drain,
as you stop to hug strangers as they pass.
I close my fingers tight around your hand,
your far too messy and drunk to understand,
the importance of the green cross code.
Guide you safely back home to our comfy bed,
you can annoy me there safely instead,
as I slip off to sleep, still in autopilot mode.
Holding her up, keep safe from harm.
Slurring, screeching random speech in my ear.
You whine and shiver that: ''I'm soooo cold
I should've brought a coat like I was told',
I've tuned you out, I absently reply 'yes dear'.
shoes swinging in hand, staggering barefoot
up the street, soles of her feet black like soot.
Guiding her through lumps of broken glass.
'Dont want that, want chips' So we queue again
strength in my support of you begins to drain,
as you stop to hug strangers as they pass.
I close my fingers tight around your hand,
your far too messy and drunk to understand,
the importance of the green cross code.
Guide you safely back home to our comfy bed,
you can annoy me there safely instead,
as I slip off to sleep, still in autopilot mode.
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