itchy poem (12)

ITCHY

An itch to be scratched
A lust un matched
An empty bed
"let's go!" she said
And on the summer's afternoon
We loved until we saw the moon.

Exhaused, laying there exposed
upon my belly, i proposed
she scratched my back to top it off
And soon she did, so soft, so soft.

Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep
like slugs upon a compost heap
across my sweaty skin until
i feel an itch she can't quite kill.

"Just up a bit." She hears me say.
"Down a bit...the other way.
Up a tad. You've gone askew.
Slide across a touch or two.
A little harder. Dame it! Swat it!
Keep going, yes, you've almost got it.
Listen woman, can't you tell.
You're nowhere near it, Bloody Hell!"

I fling my body in the air
and land atop the carpet bare
Grinding had upon my back
searching for a pointy tac
to give me what i really need
a decent scratch that makes me bleed.

Bewildered, she is staring down,
as losing it, i go to town.
raising up my back, i arch it,
slamming hard down on the carpet.

My body parts are flicking, hectic,
like i'm turning epileptic.
A book! A knife!
A nice high heel!
Give me something i can feel

But suddenly, like when it reared,
my itch just vanished...disappeared.

The door was slammed, the lock was latched
Our race was run...and i was scratched!

what an itchy witchy poem

I love its wonderful sensual and itchy

Now Lisa had an itchy itch
That made her nose well kinda twitch
She rubbed it for many hours
In the garden, smelling flowers

Then poor Lisa scratched it so
Her nose began to bleed
and now poor Lisa's gone away -
Ha ha ha ha he he!

Wow! Some itch; some hitch and some witch.

WOW,what a progression ,reached by just one letter difference!
Congrat-Homer!

Homer's not just a pretty face, you know! :)

Natasha! Natasha! Wherefore art thine itch?

We men we all want to give you a hitch

And if you wish to take a hike

I have for you a tandem bike

You may sit and pedal up front

While I admire you lovely..........bottom!

Rusty sweet
don't push me read
such a silly pamphlet,
or might be a "poem"
and you make a parade...
solemn !

So far - I prefer hiking
and don't mind you go on ...biking.


Nat.

How 'sweet'!