Uncle Dan's Poetry Page

Saturday, July 19, 2003

A twist on not what you think

These are my twisted thoughts, not for the innocent, so don't read them, or reccomend them. So gushing, flowing, Blood pools with cum, sliced with razors, Let this girl bite you. Death, she flies proudly, Obtaining a feather’s balance, Owl hunts mice at night. Spicy ginger root, Gobble, Gobble... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Still not what you think 4 0r 5

She empties my life, Little death turns inside out, Do not let me go. Crouching impaled cries, Facing the light, away from me, Below her ass is mine. Hungry mouth licks salt, Hair polished smooth, pouting lips, Orifices meet a mate. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2003

Still not what you think. 3

The dogs do it so, Humped, daring the rising switch, With shame, she lifts pi. Fields plowed with care, Shards pierce the tender places, She wiggles over rock. Girlfriend swims over head, Strong thighs push her under froth, Lips tug the seaweed. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2003

Still not what you think. 3

Shorts, war with fingers, Thorn bush parts over dripping cave, She fangs my fat neck. Climbing the piedmont, Delving the iron shaft, hurrying, Her cries ring like steel. Tears burst for fireworks, There are more stars in her eyes, Never fear joy my love. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 5, 2003

Still not what you think 2

Hard puffs leave match lit, Tears of bliss not enough to quench, Cinderella grinds charcoal. Artist’s model arcs canvas, Sail maker’s daughter hunches over cloth, Brushes dip her palate. Waltz snares a virgin zeal, Flames sparkle under knotted laces, She has quick fingers. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 4, 2003

Still, not what you think.

Fuzzy nap on edge, Shift aside silk, lace, fur, flesh, Tongue crowds her curl To fly away, soar, Ruler’s crown has no height, Her rich house is cold. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 1, 2003

I know what your thinking, but its not.

Jaws splinter lamb bone, Roughness tames the grasping beast, Grouse no more my love. No straws they rue, Sipping makes a frosty mug, Fuse her to the wall. Sign in to see full entry.

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