how many more sleeps
tell the bunny comes frothing?
hope his name is Buck

Cleo liked it lots
happened too much in the end
O an asp not arse

Anthony likes it in the butt

I know a girl Liz
She sticks da cross where fish live
"I see the light, Christ"

I know a girl Liz

Tiny Penises
Look like Lincoln Logs in heat
I can not feel shit

no sweeter music
G major and Cminor
together symphonic

play variations
the same theme keeps returning
no sweeter music

My left hand fingers
strive for exquisite release...
I cum at my desk.

Pink dress stiffening
as the female cum hardens
into a thick paste.

Warm ejaculate
dripping down my legs after
e-mail sex encounter.

In my solitude...
bliss is a warm vibrator
set to medium.

v major minor
practicing arpeggios
fingers finding key

procrastination
my timeless fascination
it's not too late yet

snow falling outside
causes me to reminisce
i jerk off slowly

A man was selfish
With my emtions and heart
Anger made me cheat

thank you for the real
haiku sunset screaming guy
better than bad froth!

lets make the ditch work
i will spend some time at bill's
product support page

Scream without a sound
Echoing through sunset glow
Till sunrise wakens

lets talk about it
tonight on the phone along
with other details

Yes an invite it is
Just you you you you you
You you.

I like big butts and
I cannot tell you a lie
Holy crap, it's huge

what is willow creek
do you want to me go there
who did you invite

I lick the plate clean.
Shower's so steamy it hurts.
Mama knows the way.

it was a good day
saturday was a good day
meant no more whacking

Mutant mosquitos
Invaded my neighborhood
and epidermis.

mel on a Beaver
heaving, cleaving, weaving, ah
never leaving me

yellow rain falling
heave one up for the Beaver
incoherent rage

looking for cartoons
take a trip to chromacide
feasting eyes and ears

mel on a beamer
streaming, screaming, creaming, ah!
raging cyclasm

one up on bad poems
leaving for lunch wondering
who will go with me

Drop, fat one's juicy
watermelon keep looking
you'll find a cherry

boff that vulva, boff
boff, cum, boff. Keep on boffin'.
See? Now it's frothy!

It would be heaven
on the seat of a beamer
bliss for my pussy

knew you liked fruit Drop
cherry and melon spit pips
straight out the window

box of tissues near
or lavatory paper
saves keyboard ap

what did freddie say?
FRANKIE went to hollywood
relax, don't do it

freddie asked us all
who wants to live forever
oh when love must die?

relax, don't do it
when you want to go to it
when you want to cum

freddie said it best
relax and come out fighting
relax, don't do it

camping is very fun
easter may not be the best
time to puke outside

froth is the center
the creative power of
liquid, fluid, stuff

Mellie, creative
juices flow. It's messy work -
haiku arousal.

what's with all the froth
bad sex poems are getting worse
gross repressed people

I take no mercy
it matters not, I shall go
ridicule you all

Damn it Damn it Damn
it. Eight syllables again
Damn it Damn it Damn

My ass plays music
A song drifts upon my ass wind
it's my ass Windsong

Private haiku board
no room for interlopers
back to the rafters.

A gentleman I,
or I would make an offer
for tasting someone

whoa mellie, hang on
sweet vulva, are they cherry?
or watermelon?

sweet bubbling froth
dribbling from within me
open sphincter sings

mopac is better
from the seat of a beamer
hybreds are cool though

mellie's all woman
she's got a vulva so sweet
beautiful big breats

cutest clitoris
her vagina is heaven
all good fa' lickin'