02-06-2023, 07:39 AM
Blue, You seem to be familiar with british tv, are you aware of Peter Davison, he used to be Dr Who. It has been said that i resemble him. Imagine i am dressed in a full length leather coat, in a nazi uniform and a peaked cap, i am holding a luger.
You are cowering in fear before me as a Lithuanian refugee, and i bark get in the fucking larry, which you do. It drives off with us in the back, you keep shouting" i know nothing", as further down your trousers are thrown out the back.
Ive just turned sixteen and am a football apprentice at Cambridge United, i am sweaty and muddy after a solo training session, theres only you and me in the stadium. Outside the dressing room our eyes meet, i smile and beckon to the showers.
I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head. I order you to kneel, or else. "Make it good pal, or your dead".
Im afraid it cant be chuck. If you were a Lynda Carter type, tall, buxom, cheekboned, statuesque, black haired, not dressed in that stupid wonder woman garb, but like a greek goddess, robed, high hair, and uby lipped, flowers in her hair.
With a turned up nose.
Soft, welcoming, erotic, promising, eager, wet, wanting to please.
If you were like that, id be on the next plane, and having landed, would be rooting around in your knickers within the hour, like a wild boar in a forest searching for a truffle.
And what truffles there would be. And as Steinbeck wrote.
Even now,
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life,
Drinking green cups, and gold at the great feast,
Just for a short and a forgotten time, i have had full in my eyes from off my girl,
The whitest pouring of eternal light.....
You are cowering in fear before me as a Lithuanian refugee, and i bark get in the fucking larry, which you do. It drives off with us in the back, you keep shouting" i know nothing", as further down your trousers are thrown out the back.
Ive just turned sixteen and am a football apprentice at Cambridge United, i am sweaty and muddy after a solo training session, theres only you and me in the stadium. Outside the dressing room our eyes meet, i smile and beckon to the showers.
I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head. I order you to kneel, or else. "Make it good pal, or your dead".
Im afraid it cant be chuck. If you were a Lynda Carter type, tall, buxom, cheekboned, statuesque, black haired, not dressed in that stupid wonder woman garb, but like a greek goddess, robed, high hair, and uby lipped, flowers in her hair.
With a turned up nose.
Soft, welcoming, erotic, promising, eager, wet, wanting to please.
If you were like that, id be on the next plane, and having landed, would be rooting around in your knickers within the hour, like a wild boar in a forest searching for a truffle.
And what truffles there would be. And as Steinbeck wrote.
Even now,
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life,
Drinking green cups, and gold at the great feast,
Just for a short and a forgotten time, i have had full in my eyes from off my girl,
The whitest pouring of eternal light.....