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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 28 Nov 2009 21:25:10 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>poetickle</title><link>http://bandy.squarespace.com/poetickle/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 22:07:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright></copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Angel of Death</title><category>Bust-a-rhyme</category><dc:creator>bandy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 22:06:30 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bandy.squarespace.com/poetickle/2005/11/4/angel-of-death.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">20481:166780:295705</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>You came into my life and I dint know whatta say</p> <p>I thot you were here for a while dint know you were here to stay</p> <p>My parents warned me several time of your ways</p> <p>My friends raved all my life about your sweet taste</p> <p>At first it was just you and me in a room</p> <p>Was afraid to admit I was dating the angel of doom</p> <p>But then you asserted your grip on my life </p> <p>You demanded to see me oh so often and it has been oh so nice</p> <p>Soon it was you and me in the park, on the bench, in the bar</p> <p>Out in the open, on my bed, in my car, under the stars</p> <p>But I couldn&rsquo;t take anymore of you so I decided to stay away</p> <p>It killed me inside that I craved you every single day </p> <p>Nerves of steel, full of resolve, refrained touching you with my fingertips</p> <p>Thot I&rsquo;d never be with you but then saw another man touch you to his lips</p> <p>And he looked so happy, as he enjoyed you in front of me</p> <p>My very being screamed out as I needed you suddenly</p> <p>Back again with you, my life felt complete </p> <p>Every nasty thing we do we always repeat</p> <p>One thing I admit is that you never let me down</p> <p>Always there for me whether I wore a smile or a frown</p> <p>Dint care if I hung out with my friends with you </p> <p>Or used you in my room to do that thing we do </p> <p>I shared you with my friends and you gave them a good time too</p> <p>So much fun, so easy, one big happy family all becoz of you </p> <p>But enuff&rsquo;s enough I cant do this any more</p> <p>I hear every time you give me a good time you make me sore</p> <p>You burn in my fingers, you burnt my insides</p> <p>From the bottom of my lungs I hate you Marlboro Lights! <img alt="Anti-social." src="http://bandy.squarespace.com/universal/images/emoticons/Smoke_Emoticon.gif" /><br /> </p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bandy.squarespace.com/poetickle/rss-comments-entry-295705.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Neurotica</title><category>Neurotica</category><dc:creator>bandy</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 05:36:34 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bandy.squarespace.com/poetickle/2005/5/16/neurotica.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">20481:166780:171358</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>This rhyme indicates that I am now capable of writing a poem
without all the words rhyming with each other. now I only make every
couple of words rhyme. yay!<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">WARNING</span> : Please proceed if and only if you are <span style="font-weight: bold;">18+</span> and not scandalized by sexplicit material ... <br>
enjoy ... <br>
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<img alt="Fun pushing." src="http://www.bandy.squarespace.com/universal/images/emoticons/fun_pushing.gif"><br>
Together in his room, every light lit dim<br>
Unknown surroundings for her, home court advantage for him<br>
Every hour of the day, every minute of that hour <br>
Dreaming of how it would feel to be with each other<br>
Is this that moment, has the time come close?<br>
Should we pull away, or go with the flow<br>
Pressure builds up as all the fantasies they remember<br>
Will the first kiss be that gentle will the first touch be that tender?<br>
Eyes exchange glances, bodies begin to flirt<br>
Come on make the first move, I'm starting to hurt<br>
Lips inch apart, break left, break right, <br>
she closes her eyes, gives in to the night<br>gently parting her lips , his lips stroke hers like a brush<br>
gives out the slightest smile, gives out the slightest blush<br>
folding unfolding wet tongues explore lips<br>I cant resist, one hand makes a move to her hips .. <br>
The other gently stroking her hair , <br>
Desiring to be here, there, and eveywhere <br>
<br>
Against the wall, she starts to wriggle and writhe<br>
Its her turn, to be obliged<br>
he turns her around, her chest against the wall<br>
hands over her body begin to crawl<br>
lips on her neck, her head kicks back<br>
undo her buttons, exposing, a black silk strap<br>
her head's heavy, her hair a mess <br>
its off her shoulders, he's taking off her dress<br>
slowly unwrapping and revealing her curves<br>
then it falls straight down its purpose it has served<br>
Massaging her shoulders with soft body cream<br>
Her very being begins to scream <br>
His touch on her back sends her spine into quivers<br>
After his hands are removed the feelings echoed in her shivers<br>
<br>
Legs shaking too much, time to move to the bed<br>
her back on the sheets, her legs in a soft spread<br>
Her silk patches barely hide her breasts <br>
as they are jealous of every other part being caressed<br>
carelessly, she pushes it off to reveal her form<br>
her tips declare that her body is in he midst of a storm<br>
they demand attention as he strokes the sides<br>
as he traces her curves, while biting her lips she hides<br>
a feeling of arousal which only to her is known<br>
but as every second passes by is shown in her moans <br>
<br>
A scarf is suddenly brought into the scene<br>
her mind wondering what this could possibly mean<br>
touching herself as she closes her blindfolded eyes<br>
letting her body go as she accepts this element of surprise<br>
Where will the next touch be, where will she feel his press<br>
would it be her neck, thighs, back, take a guess!<br>
As she arches her back, her legs spread wide<br>
she pulls his mouth to hers, tongue deep inside<br>
rubbing slowly against each other, for the next move waiting<br>
I've gotta stop this rhyme, its crossing its NC-17 rating!<br>
<br>
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Sequel coming up shortly ... I <span style="font-style: italic;">so </span>have matured ... I fought off the desire to make back rhyme with rack or in the sack.. hehe <br>
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Cutie , cutie, studying bright!<br>
Come, and lets&nbsp; make love all nite;<br>
if u dont and put up a fight<br>
i'll do it with all my might;<br>
coz you're the one who touches me right<br>
Every day and every nite<br>
so come on baby, fly my kite!<br>
<br>
In the darkness we'll need no light<br>
and i'll never let you outa my sight<br>
coz u're the one I'm dyin ta bite<br>
till you explode like dynamite<br>
as you travel to the highest height<br>
of pleasure and dizzy delight<br>
<br>
Everything is gonna be alright<br>
coz I'll love you baby and hold you tight!<br>
<br>
<br>
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