Poetry

[ki****]

Kinky words
to stir the birds
fluttering in your stomach,
when you’re doing things to me that’s so perverse perhaps you shouldn’t

[ki****]

Becki, you’ll never see this,
But what I’d do to you is bliss
And what you’d do to me,
Il whisper it to you next week,
But it involves knees, trees, sneezes, breezes, teasers and pleasers..

Good girls belong in a world full of swirls
Full of colour and wonder and stumpy flavoured thunder..

Thighs eyes wide surprise
hypnotising energetic symmetry

[Fathership]

I really like this!  Great work!  

[ki****]

🙏🏻 thank you

[ki****]

There was a man called Boris…
Who liked to forage for borage in his local forest.. to have with his orange porridge… never say sorry if you have always promised to be honest..

These words are wasted but it helps me pass the time

Until I find the one whose thighs I get to drink every night at 9


Under the moonlight

As the sun sets


Sublime