Snakes and bones,
And kicked up stones
I want forever
With all its musical tones
Love my hatred,
And feed my greed,
Embrace my lust,
For all it bleeds
You can be my endless
You can be my creed,
And I'll be your crimson,
Followed, on bended knee
Thank you Squeedoodle for the challenge ?
https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=179631&postid=92672
Thanks for another great music challenge Max ?
I mean, right? ?
Studio version ?
Thanks Maxorde, for the challenge -
https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=172810&postid=92665
Hard to pick just one
Butt ☝️
This popped in my head first so it gets first billing.
Theres 2 lead sections, love them both but the 2nd one a bit more.
lots of memories with that song, and being a guitar player, the guitar itself, right? ?
(Ive always changed a few of the words tho ?)
Ok, love um or hate um - heres another challenge!
?
Show us a picture of your favorite BDSM accessory, and explain why its your favorite. It can be a picture of your own accessory, or a found picture. (And non-premium members, put it in your profile)
It can be anything - just your favorite.
Heres mine -
A well worn but still firm leather paddle. Nothing marks a soft ass quite like that. Ive tried pretty much all of the ass marking implements, and this remains my favorite.
Black lace traced,
With leathers hot embrace
Once done
Now to be undone,
What he'd won.
Trying to make sense
Of this spinning vortex of chance
Of circumstance.
Deaths dealt dance,
Lost in a glance
A stabbing dart,
Straight through the heart
Modern and contemporary
Is it still ?
But still not an art,
I wish to be . . . Apart
*Not to, at, about, or because of anyone - just freestyle poetry ?
Mornin peeps ?? ☕️
Locked beyond arms reach,
Kept at bay,
kept away
A portcullis in miles
I saw a picture of myself,
On a shelf -
Injustice
For fingers once steeped in styles
The sweet nectar of in-between,
Being held apart,
The chance to advance, to dance
Lost to appeal denials
I cant move the mountain,
Or recapture - this time,
But I can merrily go 'round
Tempered by the trials
Mornin peeps! ??
☕️
I was making oatmeal and that poem popped upon my brain. Instead of flushing it down the drain, I decided to refrain -
And plopped it here,
On yours ?
With pancakes
? ?
#savetheplantheads
Steal and reel and writhe and feel,
An undeniable gravitational appeal.
I want your trust, your lust,
Your kneel ~
I want, I need -
You
