A peice of me.

I have always enjoyed a good poem thanks for posting Originally Posted by inctown

Thanks inctown

Wow Cass, I must agree..
Men I loved led me straight to ECCIE
Liars and cheaters, selfish and vain
Only took from me, left me with pain.
So waking up in a hospital bed
decided to profit from all that great head...
Dont need a boyfriend, or want any man...
Reading this tells me that YOU understand.
Love is a fickle emotion indeed
All in attempt to fulfill a need.
True love is meant to be given with care...
Lately my instincts wont let me go there.
Used by a man for nothing is worse...
If I give my body, I fill up my purse.
Not that Im greedy, but not gunnna lie...
I'd rather be,lonley than lay down to die.
I owe nothing either, so I feel your rhyme...
Thanks for posting, your thoughts are no crime,

Sorry but im so feeeling this Cassandra. And, wicked talent by the way,,,,,

Ginger please refer to post #10 and correct accordingly.

Wow Cass, I must agree..
Men I loved led me straight to ECCIE
Liars and cheaters, selfish and vain
Only took from me, left me with pain.
So waking up in a hospital bed
decided to profit from all that great head...
Dont need a boyfriend, or want any man...
Reading this tells me that YOU understand.
Love is a fickle emotion indeed
All in attempt to fulfill a need.
True love is meant to be given with care...
Lately my instincts wont let me go there.
Used by a man for nothing is worse...
If I give my body, I fill up my purse.
Not that Im greedy, but not gunnna lie...
I'd rather be,lonley than lay down to die.
I owe nothing either, so I feel your rhyme...
Thanks for posting, your thoughts are no crime,

Sorry but im so feeeling this Cassandra. And, wicked talent by the way,,,,, Originally Posted by Ginger Lovelace

Fuck ya!! I love it!

Wow Cass, I must agree..
Men I loved led me straight to ECCIE
Liars and cheaters, selfish and vain
Only took from me, left me with pain.
So waking up in a hospital bed
decided to profit from all that great head...
Dont need a boyfriend, or want any man...
Reading this tells me that YOU understand.
Love is a fickle emotion indeed
All in attempt to fulfill a need.
True love is meant to be given with care...
Lately my instincts wont let me go there.
Used by a man for nothing is worse...
If I give my body, I fill up my purse.
Not that Im greedy, but not gunnna lie...
I'd rather be,lonley than lay down to die.
I owe nothing either, so I feel your rhyme...
Thanks for posting, your thoughts are no crime,

Sorry but im so feeeling this Cassandra. And, wicked talent by the way,,,,, Originally Posted by Ginger Lovelace

Loved it and was inspired,

I feel the need for success, I want it so bad for men I undress.
I like who I am so I don't try to impress.
Just like everyone I do have stress.
Sometimes I feel like I am playing checkers, and life is on a board of chess.
I hate the word no and need the word yes.

Sweet and innocent is what people perceive.
Never a goal but some how always achieved.
Far from dumb stupid and naïve.
I don't have a heart so its not on my sleeve.
I take my time never quick to believe,
I learned very early that looks and words can deceive.

By Me AKA Sexy Cassandra

All SHMB poetry needs taint in it.

All SHMB poetry needs taint in it. Originally Posted by pyramider

LOL please refer to post # 11

I'd say he's got a fetish

LOL please refer to post # 11 Originally Posted by SexyCassandra

I thancked you for post #11. But post #20 has not one mention of taint.

I'd say he's got a fetish Originally Posted by Eccie Addict

Taint is not a fetish. Taint is the key to greater understanding of the world in which we live.

I thancked you for post #11. But post #20 has not one mention of taint.



Taint is not a fetish. Taint is the key to greater understanding of the world in which we live. Originally Posted by pyramider

Someone once said, Taint is the window of wisdom to the body..

Quoting me is poetry, please continue.

Quoting me is poetry, please continue. Originally Posted by pyramider

You and I could make our own poetry. Js.

Quoting me is poetry, please continue. Originally Posted by pyramider

We are similar in a way.......We cant get these thoughts out of our head.

You think of taint as often as I think of poems and words. Sometime these thoughts are just stuck as if they were glue.
We think of them all the time even when we try not to.
No matter how hard we try to push these thoughts out, they always manage to break through.
Some don't like it but that is their point of view.
Others will never understand, well maybe there will be a few.
One thing is for sure these thoughts of ours are stuck and are going no where, they are permanent as tattoos.

I get it.