But

[ki****]

If this verse fails to stir,
The creative potion in your gut,
Perhaps the garden gate is shut,
After all, by the time I taste your waterfall,
The key will be practically dust,
Just a linger of dust, is all that I must,
have at least one last chance,
To let my mouth taste your hips,
Allow my lips one last sip,
And my nostrils to dance with your tuft
It’s pure bliss

[ki****]

This is what happens at the start,
like an arrow to a dart,
When the words you spew are from the heart, in future they’ll be art,
Before AI takes control and farms us for our farts, and feed us sprouts till sprouts come out and cows then use our poo as glue, evolution sorts it, and then we’ll be the zoo, where cockatoos and poodles do, they pay to watch us eat our food,
But don’t regret why you joined fet,
It’s not to curse or steal a purse,
Or tell a nurse she’s quite perverse,
Wait and rehearse, to perfect her reverse… when she lets you lick her petals…make it last forever and make sure she’s got a thirst..

[ki****]

Talk to me….

I’d taste you like an ocean
I’d lick you in slow motion
I’d drink you like a potion..
And show you the emotion…


In my eyes
as I say yes miss
To our first kiss..
as you tie me to the toilet
and cover me in spit
as you fuck me and wash me so pervertedly
for the first time while you ***


And the shine on my bell

Will be in love with every petal

The soft swollen warm ones on the gushing flower between your legs
Soaking my skin in honey no amount of *** could buy

Not fresh when it’s best

Soaking my chest and drenching my vest



Using my sock* as a place to deliver your honey


And to see how quickly you come


And all I did was say “Please”🙏🏻😘

*you know what this means.. as if HAVE to write it😂😂

[Ar****]

If pleas are all I have to give,
Would you call my poor?
My voice is gold, my eyes are soft—
I trail at your side.

[ki****]

Please is a word, so is tease,
Get on your knees, and make me sneeze.. then it’s my turn…
I hope you enjoy us sharing honey in the breeze under the trees..


Make us drink like we’re thirsty


Taste the sweet tea that tastes like the sweat on a bees knee as he drops 3 Ed he bought in Ibiza from drug dealing fleas

Any reason not to season your beans

Answers is what we need?

Like Dough on Sunday prior to the freeze

The grease that ceased to breathe since Caesar stopped selling dungarees for extortionate fees…


Next Halloween, change your name to Jesus and marry Denise..

And survive on peas in 40 degrees


With greed no longer a sin

Now you’re growing Blue Bananas in nextdoors compost bin


Love from Timothy and Tiffany


#epiphany

[ki****]

Please is a word, so is tease,
Get on your knees, and make me sneeze.. then it’s my turn…
I hope you enjoy us sharing honey in the breeze under the trees..
Make us drink like we’re thirsty
Taste the sweet tea that tastes like the sweat on a bees knee as he drops 3 Es he bought in Ibiza from drug dealing fleas
Any reason not to season your beans
Answers is what we need?
Like Dough on Sunday prior to the freeze
The grease that ceased to breathe since Caesar stopped selling dungarees for extortionate fees…
Next Halloween, change your name to Jesus and marry Denise..
And survive on peas in 40 degrees
With greed no longer a sin
Now you’re growing Blue Bananas in nextdoors compost bin
Love from Timothy and Tiffany
#epiphany

[ki****]

Posted twice.. 🤷🏽‍♂️ ignore first one

[ki****]

June 10, ArtistandNymph said:

If pleas are all I have to give,
Would you call my poor?
My voice is gold, my eyes are soft—
I trail at your side.

ArtistandNymph,
give me a mile and il take an inch,
Give me a smile and I’ll take a pinch,
Spread your hips so wide you get stitch
And shower me so much I start to itch…

Miss and il spit,
*** on my kiss,
Licking bliss from your hips
Be worthy of a visit from a 6 fingered midget, who practises physics,
While he forages for oranges in a forest full of porridge..
At least I’m honest