Poem 4 James
 

My darling James
I love the pink thong u wear under your kilt
But what are them stains
Dont say its where the milk spilt!!

I love the way
You still suck your thumb
But I hate that tattoo
of Jade on your bum

Basically if you wanna be my man
Then scrub that flith off your bum
If you dont then you will have to continue
Letting your right hand make you cum

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Aww How Cute :lovedup:

:blush2: But I don't have any tattoos. lol I do have scar round about there though.

Hey Sasha, you haven't been on for a while!:hug:

What a romantic poem, it's sooo cute:lovedup:

LOL cute isn't the word I'd use with the various cum references :laugh:

Especially the bit about cumming.:spin:

LMAO! That's the best poem I've ever heard! :hugesmile:

PMSL!! I was being starcastic!!

At least someone wrote a poem about James, nobodys ever written a poem about me.:sad:

Sophie, Sophie we all love you
When were sad, when were blue
You cheer us up with your happy ways
Today and most of the other days.

Lol thats all I could think of Soph :hug:

Aww thankies Ella :hug:

Awww Ella! Thats really nice actually!!

:lovedup:

Lol yaaaay! Someone likes my poem

Thanks Lauren

Toooooo much info :whistle:

:kiss:

Fankooooo everyone for the reviews if any of you want to steal it for your English GCSE coursework feel free :hug:

Well atm I am doing a essay on Arthur Millers- A View From The Bridge. I could fit it in somwhere!! :laugh3:

LOL - great poem. :wink:

Oi you like my sig :wink:

^^^ Just noticed, awww. :bigsmile: Thanks. :hugesmile:

I have a tin ear for writing poetry... can't do it...

So... I got this to write one for me - Love Poem Generator. :dance:

My Love

Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms big as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great seagull wing.
I am comforted by your hat that I carry into the twilight of roadbeams and hold next to my leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my arm falls from my sock, it reminds me of your tree.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whistle of the day.
My heated hand leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret leaf so that we may run as one, hand to hand, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical branch of love.

:hug:

http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator.htm

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Aww that's soo sweet James. Sasha, you lucky cow!

Lucky? Your idea of luck is a man that googles poetry?
Hmmmmm...... :rolleyes:

LMAO only joking James I lubbed it really xxxxx

PMSL!! :laugh:

Lollllllllllllllllllllll, get in there Sasha!