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By *ombiker OP Man
over a year ago
the right side of the river |
Apparently I am a poet and I don't know it
Begging for pegging
Does not make you gay
But real cock in the rear
Results in being queer.
Licking clean a pussy
In which you just cum
Doesn't suit all tastes
But it's quite kinky fun.
But if that pussy was
Filled by another guy
That sort of fun
Might hint that you're bi.
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Lips kissing while subtle hands gracefully glide up and down,
Erotic intentions known towards one forthcoming pound,
My hands cupping and caressing both breasts inside your bra from behind,
Your back arches as I kiss your neck now and begin to grind,
As you reach back inside bulging boxers and grasp both balls,
Wet and craving for me to give you my best, everything and all, ?
Down will come underwear as you then work one erect shaft,
beginning our night of sensual sinning and sexual graft   |
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"I saw a female profile yesterday in a thread that I hadn't noticed before and read her profile
She had amazing poems on her profile....really worth a read
Hopefully she posts in here "
There's shite. It doesn't rhyme at all!  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I used to write poems when i first joined
Rhyming's a smart wet of wetting my loins
I quickly found twas not words that were wanted
So I turned to the camera, got my bits out and flaunted.
But pictures are shallow, an illusion you see,
When it comes to a meet, then its 3D me.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Give me a mouthful,
Sweaty and boastful,
Growling and wanton, escaping the boredom.
Smack my ass some,
Tickle my balls 'til i cum,
Reverse the position,
Perverse in my submission.
Give me some coffee,
Candle and ice,
Round three and four,
Take out the vice.
Tied up not tied down,
Searching for freedom,
Zero emotions,
Escaping the boredom.
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There was a young rebel called tom,
Who fiddled around with his schlong,
He did it too much and got a very sore crutch,
He felt kinda sad until he heard about fab,
And now it's Even worse
( but tom lived happy ever after) |
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"My favourite fab use is Bog
Though his head is a thick as a log.
Once you get to know 'im
He'll write you a poem
At night while out walking his dog!  "
Yer man Mick Mc Carthy from Lucan,
His favourite word it is Fookin...
He's not always right,
His poems they are shite,
"Ah sure look" he says like a Toucan!!
Jaysus,I'm so tired
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"My favourite fab use is Bog
Though his head is a thick as a log.
Once you get to know 'im
He'll write you a poem
At night while out walking his dog!
Yer man Mick Mc Carthy from Lucan,
His favourite word it is Fookin...
He's not always right,
His poems they are shite,
"Ah sure look" he says like a Toucan!!
Jaysus,I'm so tired
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Hahaha.. |
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Forums full of quorums
Unicorns outnumbered by unique horns
Amateur modelling or professional arseyodelling
Mass debating over hotpics
Masturbating over hot chicks
Arse kissing or squirting is pissing
Welcome to fab
It's not all drab
Welcome to fabswingers
We aren't all mingers |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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We've got the forum banter crew
and the serious swingers too
Trolls, pervs and players abound
and the rarely seen above ground.
Go to socials, get a veri,
Its awful hard to pop your cherry.
So many messages, so much grief,
plaintive laments 'I think Ill leave'
But feck it, ah sure, everyone warns ya
Fab is what it is, Hotel California
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Don't mean to be vulgar as that's just not my style,
As I prefer creative writing what comes to mind this wee while,
Whether it's through choice words or cheeky rhyme
A means to an end towards some quality sexy time
Now, whether that's dry humping, nibbling licking, tugging or sucking
Spanking arse, massage oil with oodles of titty fucking
As long as it's all memorable versus quickie or farce,
To fuel the fantasy cum reality of balls smacking against arse...
Now I didn't mean to get you hot, bothered or roiled 
Just a cheeky verse as the kettle here gets boiled!  |
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There once was a fabber called _icker434,
His mickey was so big it dragged along the floor,
All the fab ladies queued for miles,
Doing cartwheels in excitement like Simone Biles,
He span his mickey like a helicopter,
The woman asking "am I on your hotlist?" he drop kicked her,
He hovered above his eager minions,
Sent them all dick pics and said "I care not for your opinions!" |
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By *indenMan
over a year ago
Naas which is South West of Dublin |
This reminded me of a story about Brendan Behan. The writer was once invited to Oxford to take part in a debate about the difference between prose and poetry.
His opponent spoke for almost two hours. Behan rose to his feet and promised to be brief. He recited an old Dublin rhyme.
There was a young fella
named Rollocks
Who worked for Ferrier Pollocks.
As he walked on the strand
With a girl by the hand
The water came up to his
ankles.
"That," declared Behan, "is
prose. But if the tide had been
in it would have been poetry." |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"This reminded me of a story about Brendan Behan. The writer was once invited to Oxford to take part in a debate about the difference between prose and poetry.
His opponent spoke for almost two hours. Behan rose to his feet and promised to be brief. He recited an old Dublin rhyme.
There was a young fella
named Rollocks
Who worked for Ferrier Pollocks.
As he walked on the strand
With a girl by the hand
The water came up to his
ankles.
"That," declared Behan, "is
prose. But if the tide had been
in it would have been poetry.""
Thank you |
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