Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

just turn up the music
lay down
release your pain thru this
spend this time within
learn to love a woman
let love dance thru your open head spaces
let the nymphs tickle your toes
and other places
they're yours
and comfort is yours, and the cure
bizarre as it may seem
lies in your own hands
my gift to you is yourself
dirty peace
embarassed pride
search out these, and god will kiss the insides of your thighs.

This is a great poem. It scans perfectly.

Nice work.

if i had tits
they would be titillating right now
dancing to the beat
writhing in the heat
balancing between
bliss and shame
knowing which i want to win
all she can give
herself
probably
you give more
take the lead
dive in
explore

i feel like shoutin this one out o glorious 1..................