Try washing the small
Receptacle after use
Or use a condom

The toxic gas from
Your blow up doll is turning
your brain to a mush

You don

sexy in her skirt, pantyhose and
heels, she sits and crosses her
legs. she reaches her hand
between her legs and starts to rub
her clit through her sheer
pantyhose...rubbing and moaning,
she uncrosses her legs and spreads
them apart sticking both hands
down the front of her stockings
and down her panties...rubbing
furiously with both hands while
she moans and writhes in her
seat. she slowly gets up and hikes
up her skirt. comes over to me and
pushes me back on the bed..still
moaning she sits on my face
squeezing my ears to my head with
her thighs....circle motions, aahhh
pantyhose sex...feels good...ahhh
so wet and smell of pussy...ahhh

young 21 year old slut, hot, short
skirt, sheer nylons, heels. Sit on
my face tightly and wriggle. The
smell of your pussy is delightful,
ahhhhhhh, sex! Smell of your pussy
and wetness rubbing across my
nose and mouth, getting wetter.
nylonned legs wrapped around my
head, ahhhh...crotchless pantyhose, wet snatch pussy...smell and taste the sex.

Licking cum stains off the couch,
my wife and her boyfriend,
fucked there last night....

What is all this jive?
I pity the fool who mocks the
great name PEF

Unterseiten des Proze

If you continue
With your constant jabberin'
Poor, evil fellow

A hard life yes but
boring never, celebrate
your life while you can

Sorry went on a
Bit, got carried away with
Memories from past

Iron in the sand
burns rust red over yellow
desert sea of sand

Tracks in the sand a
Viper went this way, under
this bush he still waits

Eye to eye with a
Desert wolf, who blinks last wins
Slim body small frame

The desert

Life

Exchanging glances
With veiled women who

Driving through herds of
Camels as they wander here
and there aimlessly

Treading cockroaches
Bare foot as I rise from bed
Simple farm house sleep

Watching the monsoon
Indian ocean rollers
break on Salala

Real wild mountain men
Prepared to shoot for what they
Want, a ride to town

Stopped by the bare foot
Jebaleys, world war two guns
Slung over their arms

Watching the Sultans
Palace at sun set, lit up
1001 nights

Watching sea turtles
Lay eggs on the Indian
Ocean lonely beech

Climbing sand dunes
three hundred feet high desert
Rub Al Khali sands

Diving Red sea wreck
Twenty miles out on a reef
Shoals of colored fish

Walking through mud brick
Houses from a biblical time
Smiling children run

Sailing wooden dhow
Far out in the gulf, catching
Barracuda fish

Men with guns and swords
Must be a wedding, dancing
Sharp swords held aloft

Exchanging smiles and
handshakes with strangers and gods
family blessing

Dazzling Gold souk
Almost too bright for the eyes
Jangles the senses

Walk through the spice souk
Exotic Smells to describe
Like food for the soul

Fully clothed women
Frolicking in the serf and
Trying hard to swim

Watching fishermen
catching sprats to sun dry for
protein cattle feed

Barbecue and walks
Picking up sea

Unspoiled Hamria
Natural beech washed by the gulf
Flotsum and jetsum

Smell of the sea breeze
Reminds me of summers long past
Spent walking the serf

Life story mumbled
Chubby lips spout snoring yarns
Not faithful Haiku

salsa music's great!
keeps me awake while writing.
must churn this mess out!

must...get...some...sleep...now...
stupid paper is finished!
cannot oversleep...

i need some good sleep
stupid homework...almost done!
sandman chucking bricks...

I need a girlfriend
Why dont chicks dig my odor?
Need to wipe better

writing my papers...
wishing for my love nearby
long night of writing...

Aber hast du machen?
Und hast du machen Pathian?
Nein? Du bist Narr ohne Senf.

so damn disturbing
this blatant haiku hatred
a stain on our souls

he's the destroyer
a krishna in human form
you can't judge a god

not gibbons per se
more like ravenous vultures
tearing my insides

Hitler war kein Gott
Er war Unternarr mit Senf
Und nur ein Schwachsinn

SF, would you be
An large army of gibbons?
A rival to Nipps?

hitler was a god
possessed an artistic mind
death was his paint brush