THE BULL

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

My marriage is on the rocks because of her obsession
With big brown c*cks

She yearns to have a gangbang session
A procession with those whose hair
Hangs in dreadlocks

I’m a good cuckold
When I get told
As I watch the fantasy unfold

To understand
And put on the R&B
And sit on the settee
With my c*ck in hand

It doesn’t drown out
Her cries of
“Please don’t stop”

As they squeeze out
Every last drop

So I change the tempo
And put on some Hip-hop

My eyes continue to stare
As they pull at her hair and dress
And f~~~ her bare-back

Whilst my ears
Listen to Tu-Pac

My thoughts then press
To my desire to be black

I can still swallow the blue-pill
As long as my wife has her fill
Of her big dark bull

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

[Branched offParticipant 10928]

More cultural enrichment

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Couldnt help but to suggest a few things to a 23 year old waiter today. Young white kid with blue eyes.
He’s been working there for over a year and he is one of those types you know well, hyper attentive, bursting with service for the guests… a complete and total martyr for clumsy undeserving diners.

I said to him: “Ian, it makes me wonder. You are overly attentive to these people everytime Im here. Too much you give of yourself, way beyond the call of duty. So I have to think, this behavior also happens outside of here in your real life? Yes, I know it happens there too. And you’re straight yes? You have a girlfriend. and you let her do that to you as well.”

I told him to STOP being a fvcking doormat for them all. I told him to LOVE HIMSELF because nobody else will. I told him that the power she has over him, is his desire for sex, and she is manipulating that to get every ounce of compliance out of him.

And of course he overly agrees with everything I say. LOL. I hope something go through. I can see it on his face that he listened to me for real

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Couldnt help but to suggest a few things to a 23 year old waiter today. Young white kid with blue eyes.He’s been working there for over a year and he is one of those types you know well, hyper attentive, bursting with service for the guests… a complete and total martyr for clumsy undeserving diners.
I said to him: “Ian, it makes me wonder. You are overly attentive to these people everytime Im here. Too much you give of yourself, way beyond the call of duty. So I have to think, this behavior also happens outside of here in your real life? Yes, I know it happens there too. And you’re straight yes? You have a girlfriend. and you let her do that to you as well.”
I told him to STOP being a fvcking doormat for them all. I told him to LOVE HIMSELF because nobody else will. I told him that the power she has over him, is his desire for sex, and she is manipulating that to get every ounce of compliance out of him.
And of course he overly agrees with everything I say. LOL. I hope something go through. I can see it on his face that he listened to me for real

One can only advocate, any lessons accrued will be from actual life experience.
Had a domineering mother and a weak-willed father?

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

More cultural enrichment

They all love it don’t they.
The proof is in the (black) pudding.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

LOL That’s a pretty accurate description of both the poem and myself.

The pervert within me couldn’t help but enjoy the pictures that your words painted in my mind. The sight of a white woman thoroughly enjoying being gang banged by several black men while her cuck sits there watching…….that is entertainment.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

LOL That’s a pretty accurate description of both the poem and myself.
The pervert within me couldn’t help but enjoy the pictures that your words painted in my mind. The sight of a white woman thoroughly enjoying being gang banged by several black men while her cuck sits there watching…….that is entertainment.

Been there before have you…..
They all desire it.
Mother, Auntie, Cousin, Sister, Friend, Wife, and the Crackheads.

Any perverse poem request?

[AFTParticipant 2722]

How about a poem about a 50 year old white boy being abused by an 18 year old Asian girl, and how horrifying that is. Imagine the trauma that poor boy must be experiencing.
She can’t expect him to do all the work in bed all night long and then like the disgusting creep she is work him all day.

When the war cemeteries are half full of the corpses of dead conscripted women, only then will women have earned the right to speak of equality. Sidecar “A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.” - Bob Dylan

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

LOL That’s a pretty accurate description of both the poem and myself.The pervert within me couldn’t help but enjoy the pictures that your words painted in my mind. The sight of a white woman thoroughly enjoying being gang banged by several black men while her cuck sits there watching…….that is entertainment.

Been there before have you…..They all desire it.Mother, Auntie, Cousin, Sister, Friend, Wife, and the Crackheads.
Any perverse poem request?

Have not been there, exactly…….. I was always the one doing the fukking while the husbands/boyfriends watched.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

LOL That’s a pretty accurate description of both the poem and myself.The pervert within me couldn’t help but enjoy the pictures that your words painted in my mind. The sight of a white woman thoroughly enjoying being gang banged by several black men while her cuck sits there watching…….that is entertainment.

Been there before have you…..They all desire it.Mother, Auntie, Cousin, Sister, Friend, Wife, and the Crackheads.Any perverse poem request?

Have not been there, exactly…….. I was always the one doing the fukking while the husbands/boyfriends watched.

I really would’ve loved to have been in the closet.
One hand on the door nob the other on my personal knob.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Another ageless classic Herm, you fossilised paper-pusher.

LOL That’s a pretty accurate description of both the poem and myself.The pervert within me couldn’t help but enjoy the pictures that your words painted in my mind. The sight of a white woman thoroughly enjoying being gang banged by several black men while her cuck sits there watching…….that is entertainment.

Been there before have you…..They all desire it.Mother, Auntie, Cousin, Sister, Friend, Wife, and the Crackheads.Any perverse poem request?

Have not been there, exactly…….. I was always the one doing the fukking while the husbands/boyfriends watched.

I really would’ve loved to have been in the closet.One hand on the door nob the other on my personal knob.

I’m not joking. I grew up with a couple of pervs. One friend not only liked to watch me fukk his girlfriends, but later on when he got married, he liked watching me fukk his wife. Another friend still likes watching me fukk his wife, especially in her mouth.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

You are a white bull my friend.
Is there any topic you would like me to write about?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

You are a white bull my friend.Is there any topic you would like me to write about?

Isn’t writing poetry something that has to come from the heart, or personal experiences? If I give you a topic, the words won’t mean much since they didn’t come from me.

Nonetheless, if you want to give it a shot…….. A crew of astronauts went to Mars. After crash landing with no hope of rescue, only one man and three women survived. On a previous mission, another crew set up a habitat, but there’s only enough food, water and air for the four survivors to last just a few months. The women want nothing to do with the man as he’s not very attractive, but eventually, knowing they will all die………..

I suppose that’s more of a story than a poem topic. However, that’s all I got for ya’. Can you do anything with that?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

ComaParticipant 4348You are a white bull my friend.Is there any topic you would lik

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

You are a white bull my friend.Is there any topic you would like me to write about?

Isn’t writing poetry something that has to come from the heart, or personal experiences? If I give you a topic, the words won’t mean much since they didn’t come from me.
Nonetheless, if you want to give it a shot…….. A crew of astronauts went to Mars. After crash landing with no hope of rescue, only one man and three women survived. On a previous mission, another crew set up a habitat, but there’s only enough food, water and air for the four survivors to last just a few months. The women want nothing to do with the man as he’s not very attractive, but eventually, knowing they will all die………..
I suppose that’s more of a story than a poem topic. However, that’s all I got for ya’. Can you do anything with that?[/quote

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)……
I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

[Branched offParticipant 10928]

Here is a challenge for you Colin but not a crazy one. What about a poem about nature? Nature is the big thing that takes me away from the misery of being a man today. Takes me to a timeless place where all people are what they have always been. Could take you differently I know but it would still be interesting reading and I know you like the geese.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

Here is a challenge for you Colin but not a crazy one. What about a poem about nature? Nature is the big thing that takes me away from the misery of being a man today. Takes me to a timeless place where all people are what they have always been. Could take you differently I know but it would still be interesting reading and I know you like the geese.

I will happily write one about nature Mr Branch.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)…… I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

You piece of fukkin’ schit…..you ask me twice if there’s a topic I want you to write about, then you treat me like this when I try to give you a topic.

How about this for a topic for you to write about? Creepy, freakish, bald, British, bi-sexual, ginger fukk wads…….but then, you write about yourself all the time, don’t you…….. Go chew on your scrotum, you unwashed, schit-ass motherfukker.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)…… I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

You piece of fukkin’ schit…..you ask me twice if there’s a topic I want you to write about, then you treat me like this when I try to give you a topic.
How about this for a topic for you to write about? Creepy, freakish, bald, British, bi-sexual, ginger fukk wads…….but then, you write about yourself all the time, don’t you…….. Go chew on your scrotum, you unwashed, schit-ass motherfukker.

I assume you smoke you’re cigars in a rocking chair…..

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Heres one for ya. Keep scrawling the English Labyrinth MATEY!

Trapped in my head, Im strapped to a bed.
Unarmed paraplegics go skeet-skeet in the sheets

Now there’s a good friend, help me ice my hen.
Please give me a treat, Ive no arms to beat my meat.

Feeling nothing from the waste down so an airstream of goo is as much a surprise to me, as it is to you!
So hammerjack my crack and split a Christmas ham up the middle with coagulated jam.

Praise be, Yule time charity, dont stop til you bust my cherry.
Tickle the uncontrolled nerve that expels clouds of flatulence.

Okay, thats about enough of that. LOL

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