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Valentines Day is fast approaching so I thought I would start a new thread for you all to post your messages of love.
and of course a personal message to my one and only Fred xx :inlove:
Love
Wilma
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:love: I love :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: Mrs player :love: :love:
(see I can be soppy) xxx
Well as ive got nobody special in my life this Valentine goes out to all my female friends on the site.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
To all you lovely ladies that i know
Love The Tongue
A very simple message from a very simple guy:
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:love: :love: I love you Wilma - and I always will. :love: :love:
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Fred
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Not to be outdone: we country people also know romance and true love. To prove this, the Artificer presents:
The Cowman's Lovesong
Oh Emily, Oh Emily,Your dark brown eyes, flashing,shining,
Dearest love, oh dearest love
My rustic heart for you is pining.
Oh velvet skin. pure velvet skin
Your mammary glands fixate me,
Sweet warm lips, oh sweet warm lips
What chance that you'll felate me?
Well turned leg, oh well turned leg
I cling to you, I feel
Your tender flesh a brushing mine
It makes my senses reel!
You stupid cow, you stupid cow
You awkward bastard, f**k it!
You've put your stupid bovine hoof
Right in the milking bucket!!
You have far too much spare time and too little to occupy your mind Arti!
FABULOUS!!!!!
Fred
The Passionate Swinger To His Love
Come swing with me and be my love
And speak me all the poems you know
So satisfying me up above
And in between, and down below:
Enwrap your mouth around some words
And let’s get metaphysical.
Let luscious lips unleash, like bird’s
Song, sweet thoughts. Better physical-
-ly realised, and engorged with life
By tender teasings of your tongue
Than sleeping, flat, the page’s wife.
And still the night is only young,
And midnight oil may yet burn on,
And rabbit, and your satin glove.
If these delights thy mind turn on
Then swing with me and be my love.
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