When I was 22 I met a girl,17, who was very slim and pretty.
She was kind of shy and had bad breath, but once she let me touch one titty.
Except for the bad breath and shyness she was my dream girl, I swear.
In fact from that day, when I dreamt, I dreamt of her (in underwear) .
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Ok..from a female prospective..he is one sick mother F...ker...was he justifing what he was doing to her in his head? ..living in his world off delusion.....sorry I never found the humour...maybe thats why women haven't commented because...we don't really know what to say...... Annette
by the way I read your poem 'The Rape(S) That Didn't Go As Planned......[Very Long; Lust; Humor; Drama]' to Mike, he basically laughed the entire way through, so job well done; much too little laughter in the world :) I better vote a 10 then :)
A vivid imaginative piece Bri; which succeeds with the twists turns you planned in dramatic graphic humour. Interesting I wrote a poem about writing with creative passion and Poemhunter.com blocked it as profanity, while your epic passed muster with no inhabiting comments.
Don't worry, fantasies will encroach as midlife crisis takes hold, , lol.ha ha.
So the bull got what he did not intend lololol oh Bri it is just as well I get your sick humour huh hahahhaha must admit it was close to the bone (so to speak) but even although I am female I do see the funny side hahahahha but by God man you are gonna get yourself hung drawn a quartered one of these days lol
IOIANH, Yours is perhaps the 'best', most admired/appreciated, poem comment I've ever received. THANKS. bri ;)