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[I'm my own MILF]

I'm ashamed to post this because I don't think it's that great (lol trying to compete with Nec) but Rye requested that I do and reassures me it's better than I think, so here it is

My dear girl deserves an unreserved
And unapologetic
Declaration of affection
But these lines are too short and so I shall expand
And expound an alphabetic arrangement
Of my ardent ardor and longing lust
And how unjust for all the rest that I alone should have this best
This girl so grand that though I lack the finesse to express
My rapturous romance for my truest treasure
I still seek to make a check in this game of chess against
The words of this language, but even I must acquiesce
To the imperfection of these words and this insufficient cadence
In my conation to confess the magnetic pull of my sweet Jess


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Edit: I'm in the mood for poetry so I changed this thread to be more encompassing of those.

Edit 2: Can some kindly mod change the thread title to this post's title? I didn't realize they were different things until I just saw it now. Thanks much

[DK]

I say to you, good sir, you are a filthy sap! A pox on you!




...yet I still dream that you are mine. you dashing devil, you.

P.S Rye is a faghag

[Momiji]

Wow, and you said I was good, MILF! You're fantastic! Everything flows perfectly and I love your combination of alliteration and strong vocabulary!

Absolutely fantastic. :3

[Rye]

*hugs*

It makes me blush every time I read it. :3

[I'm my own MILF]

Thanks guys. xD

Justin - I say that you're good because you ARE good. I think your most recent poem was better than mine.

Edit: New poem. I call it Flame.

It starts with
A spark

The head of a match struck against black sandpaper
Unsuccessful at first
But he perseveres
He doesn't know he can get burnt

Strike Strike Strike! Spark Spark Spark!

The last one catches something and bursts
Minuscule conflagration
His eyes take in the burning point
A mote without a station

Cups hands gently around it

The flame takes hold!
The fuel suffices
Burns yellow, gold
His face is now lit up

Himself an avatar of fire

Fuelled now growing now larger now (or closer now?)

The spark grows to a burning match
The dark no match for the growing patch
Of light cast by the bonfire
That he almost missed, already a pyre

Larger and higher and hotter and brighter

Now it's the size of a world, a star
Now seen from afar
He adorns the sun as his crown
And from his throne he looks around

Two glints

Inspection reveals two beautiful spheres
Two worlds, but surely rocks would not
Be carved like two perfect breasts?
His two rabid eyes inspect what appeared

Now his queen is quite forgotten

[I'm my own MILF]

Thank You

That you trust me enough with your delicate heart
To let me see if I can take it apart
And put it back together so it works slightly better

[Anno Domini]

thank you was the best of the three. i think the second one was a wee bit too long and wordy. that last one though makes me very happy! you are very good.

[I'm my own MILF]

Thanks, Anno Domini. Flame's not as good as the others, I admit, but it's has a special purpose.

Tireless

Ten thousand steps to feel her breath
Ten thousand more to caress my Lenore
Yards and leagues of highway ahead
Every step foreshadows our bed

Sometimes I stumble, sometimes I trip
But never do I forget my remit
My singular oath to my Princess
To protect her through any distress

My body might form an adequate shield
My words can repel much that is evil
And if the suffering wells within her own heart
I'll build a machine and delve to displace

My miniature form shall seek and explore
Through lungs or veins, into valve and door
To locate the source of this dolor
And finding that spring of sorrow

To stop it up wholly
With whatever I find
And if nothing presents
To launch my body inside

And there be the shield
Forever in place
To thereby placate
And to be the blockade