Self-flagellation
Pretend its mummy SF
As near as you

it was a friendly hug but it became much more. she eased me out of
my pants with that "oh boy, look
what i found!" expression. i let
her do the work. we go down to
our knees. slowly, gently she cups
my balls and licks the tip of my
penis with one hand while
massaging her self with the other.
i hold her hairback, admiring
her technique, no gag reflex to
speak of as i reach the back of
her throat. then it comes, the
hot rising, that painful
helplessness when you can't do
anything but come.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand! i'm done.

I didn't think that
I thought you a wise person
With experience

so condescending
naive youth is all they see
crotchety old men

it's because he's young
he doesn't know anything
that is what they say

i'm over your heads
nihilistic badinage
feeding pearls to swine

i am your shadow
growing larger everyday
i'll swallow you whole

summa cum laude
if they knew what i was like
they would revoke it

Okay, you might get that
It would be better than most
Of Channel 5's poo

It's a condition
I pleasure your parents and
I can pleasure you

"We can't do it here!!"
Why not? "In my parents' bed
And them in the room."

"It feels so funny!"
Want to feel it somewhere else?
"Oh yes, but be nice."

"Can I play with it?"
Of course, this is a porno.
"No, the moustache, please."

SF-creator of all that is great
and good. All things tasty, moist
and delicious as well! My poems
are rated A-1 in the national
library of poetry

The great Sf,
master of all he surveys,
god of the planet,
kiss my feet and worship me

I am SF, the greatest poet of all
times in the universe. You must
worship me. And yes, those are my
quality ramblings about a girl

I thought SF was
At least original but
No, near word for word

Talking of which I
Read back through the archives SF
copied most his work

"All the better to
make me look like a porn star."
"Ummm, does it tickle?"

Christ it was awful
Drivel, bet it was SF
On one of his bents

My God! It's almost
As if I was watching some
Late night channel 5

Except with you left
Hand whilst in front of a porn
Video + tissue

It was the vague and
Misled ramblings of one who
never had real sex

To be honest it
was not even a mildly
erotic sex piece

Sorry meant very
small receptacle don

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