Tall, but not lanky,'
Soft, tender and hair of Sri Lanka,
raised and spoilt in Ohio,
and moved to mali cold statehood,
and always prone to one or the other mood;
but with a good spank--All is orgasmic good!

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You know it!Basra- wrote:Nabeela wrote:![]()
Oh Hi Nabs! U lover of poetry!
solidworks wrote:would you write a poem for me as your lover,protector,warrior and intellectuall.i wil send you 25$ through western union or money gram
Basra- wrote:Amiira here is a poem for u
Tall, but not lanky,'
Soft, tender and hair of Sri Lanka,
raised and spoilt in Ohio,
and moved to mali cold statehood,
and always prone to one or the other mood;
but with a good spank--All is orgasmic good!
Basra- wrote:gedo gurl
I wrote this poem in honor of Napoleon. I hope u relate and enjoy it.![]()
Memoir Poem of a Dwarf Man.
I am not as short, nor weak, nor invisible,
as you wish me, but as you see me.
and though I may not grow vertically from the knee,
Horizontally and forcefully I will grow towards yourself,
like a big bully, I will jump and catch a scratch,
and when you duck, like a coward, tall mal-content pretty self,
I will jump again, growling, and scratching as high as my balls can reach.
I will demand to be seen and heard,
and make love to you, if I have to,
but I don't want to.
Let it be known, I am here. I am Mad.
Although, small in hands, I assure you, I am not small in brain's match,
I will inspire, and preach, and treachery, when you sleep,
I will con, calculate, conquer and while you still sleeping deep,
and when the morn arrives with the break of dawn,
just when it is a little dark, and the sun almost rising,
and not everything visible to the naked eye,
I will show you my Gu.s -quickly- and hide it back quickly,
and leave you with an illusion of a big prominent largeness rising,
and in a fit of haze and confusion, my height and size will be rising,
in your esteem, and beguiled altered mind;
with my high heels shoes to trick you more and near;
Finally---your heart will beat of in visible fear!
I am short NO MORE. I am invincible NO MORE!
TheGrumpyGeeljire wrote:I DEMAND A POEM.
Basra- wrote:TheGrumpyGeeljire wrote:I DEMAND A POEM.
TheGrumpyGeeljiire of mountain Gaal-dhiil,
hater of Cadaan and Westernization,
Sublime in more than just a quick temper-your beauty,
but a bounty chaser of booty.
dreams of greenly hills and desert wind of your former Somalia,
the clean air, the crisp moist bamboo Cadeey for your brush,
A walk among your happy folks of Mount NO rush.
No worries. No Cadaans, Just pure air of Geeljiire!
basra-the promiscousBasra- wrote:solidworks wrote:would you write a poem for me as your lover,protector,warrior and intellectuall.i wil send you 25$ through western union or money gram
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Solidworks of house of Kaacsii,
always horny, always thirsty,
large futo, and African traditional attire your taste,
and tom boyish nature your chaste;
Still let me not admit you are insane.
or at least ask-are you sane?
[/quote]Life throws things at basra like the speed of light.
A lot of times she won't know what hit her, a right cross in the va-gina.
Just know to make the most of it ,dont be blue solidowrks tell basra
Shine like a rainbow and use those precious tits, ass, even vagina graciously given to you.
As years go by, basra won't have the time to rewind.
Bad choices wasted away in pursuit of malabka raga,
Basra Wishes there was another day.
s!!l hunters wait restless in this world and not hereafter
Men whose hearts are hidden behind their chests
Only those who wear their hearts on their sleeves like solid works admit
To the true value of a basra, that remains intrinsic, ageless