Night/Cooling/Slight Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
Humpty dump f..k wank at the wall
Humpty dump f..k had a great sore
All the king's soldiers and all the king's men
couldn't fire Humpty dump f..k's gun again.
Your Guru of Poems
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
General Poem 2
Night/Humid & Sticky-Cos-Masseur-Said-Cannot-Shower-After-Massage/No Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
They grow in the farm
they're served as a dish
They grow in the wild
eating them is a wish.
But they blossom on the crotch too
and they mushroom between the toes
itching like f..k
the fungus never stop to grow.
Your Guru of Love
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They grow in the farm
they're served as a dish
They grow in the wild
eating them is a wish.
But they blossom on the crotch too
and they mushroom between the toes
itching like f..k
the fungus never stop to grow.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Smell Poem 2
Night/Humid & Sticky-Cos-Masseur-Said-Cannot-Shower-After-Massage/No Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
Without a doubt, it was the feet
For SSP, this was a treat
Between the toes hid the potion
so strong some have no notion.
At times it came beneath the nails
dirt and oil, they were a lethal cocktail
a temptation indeed this must be
where else but the nose it shall be.
Your Guru of Scent
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Without a doubt, it was the feet
For SSP, this was a treat
Between the toes hid the potion
so strong some have no notion.
At times it came beneath the nails
dirt and oil, they were a lethal cocktail
a temptation indeed this must be
where else but the nose it shall be.
Your Guru of Scent
shit stain panties
General Poem
Night/Humid-&-Sticky-Cos-Masseur-Said-Cannot Shower-After-Massage/No Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
Soft like jelly
feel like plasticine
mould them any shape
they are not smelly
Found them on the tissue
or underneath the chair
not particularly visible
but they are always there
Some called them 'black gold'
some said 'pee sai'
whatever name you call it
digging them's always nice.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Soft like jelly
feel like plasticine
mould them any shape
they are not smelly
Found them on the tissue
or underneath the chair
not particularly visible
but they are always there
Some called them 'black gold'
some said 'pee sai'
whatever name you call it
digging them's always nice.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Smell Poem
Night/Humid & Sticky/No Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somwhere in the North
Sometimes it comes from the sides of the nose
Sometimes from the sides of the crotch
Sometimes from the sweat of the armpits
I put my index and third fingers to my nose
and take a deep breath
They always smell the same.
Your Guru of Scent
shit stain panties
Sometimes it comes from the sides of the nose
Sometimes from the sides of the crotch
Sometimes from the sweat of the armpits
I put my index and third fingers to my nose
and take a deep breath
They always smell the same.
Your Guru of Scent
shit stain panties
Monday, November 13, 2006
Love Poem
Night/Humid like f..k/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
Roses are red
Violets are blue
They are beautiful
And so are you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhymed
But this one does not.
Your Guru of Love
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
They are beautiful
And so are you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhymed
But this one does not.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Saturday, November 11, 2006
The Beginning
It all happened last summer...
Night/raining/strong wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
SSP retired into his bedroom. It was a hard day's work. He's got nothing but his white cotton panties on. Staring at the mirror, SSP saw that his tummy had gotten so big that only the lower half of his panties (where his hairy bollocks were resting) could be seen from the reflection.
Too much beer, you f..king slob.
In a moment of sheer disgust, SSP pulled down his panties. Then, a sudden explosion of pungence filled the tiny 3m x 6m room. He traced the smell. It seemed to emancipate from the panties. Engulfing the panties on his nose, he became sure.
It was a smell he had never smelt; a smell that he could not resist; a smell that gave him an instant hard-on; a smell he could only unfairly described as "fermented sai".
Inspecting the light brown scratchy patch, his thoughts took him back to the morning in the toilet.
"Did I not wipe clean?" "Was this the first time?" "When did it all start?" "Am I the only one?" "Why didn't I smell it before?" "Am I a sick f..k?" "Since when I became a Japanese?"
At this thought, SSP threw his shit stained panties down, reeling back in a state of disbelief. He thought the Japs only smell clean panties!? Or at least panties soaked with yellowy discharge!? Was he misled by those cheap AV tapes? Did those tapes fail to reveal the whole truth like how a kung fu master always likes to teach only 90% and not 100%?
Whichever the case, SPP was over the moon. He has now discovered the secret to the panties, and no thanks to the f..king tapes.
Since that revolutionary night, SSP was born. Unlike the AV tapes, he did not want to hide the secret and bring it to his grave. Instead, he wants to share this joyous dicovery, this celebration of the perverse, this gratification of the alternatives, and this indulgence of the carnal desires, to his people, the people he loves.
It was with this spirit in mind that SSP has decided, through this blog, to embark on this epic journey to share his life, his teachings, his morals, his good news, with you.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Night/raining/strong wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
SSP retired into his bedroom. It was a hard day's work. He's got nothing but his white cotton panties on. Staring at the mirror, SSP saw that his tummy had gotten so big that only the lower half of his panties (where his hairy bollocks were resting) could be seen from the reflection.
Too much beer, you f..king slob.
In a moment of sheer disgust, SSP pulled down his panties. Then, a sudden explosion of pungence filled the tiny 3m x 6m room. He traced the smell. It seemed to emancipate from the panties. Engulfing the panties on his nose, he became sure.
It was a smell he had never smelt; a smell that he could not resist; a smell that gave him an instant hard-on; a smell he could only unfairly described as "fermented sai".
Inspecting the light brown scratchy patch, his thoughts took him back to the morning in the toilet.
"Did I not wipe clean?" "Was this the first time?" "When did it all start?" "Am I the only one?" "Why didn't I smell it before?" "Am I a sick f..k?" "Since when I became a Japanese?"
At this thought, SSP threw his shit stained panties down, reeling back in a state of disbelief. He thought the Japs only smell clean panties!? Or at least panties soaked with yellowy discharge!? Was he misled by those cheap AV tapes? Did those tapes fail to reveal the whole truth like how a kung fu master always likes to teach only 90% and not 100%?
Whichever the case, SPP was over the moon. He has now discovered the secret to the panties, and no thanks to the f..king tapes.
Since that revolutionary night, SSP was born. Unlike the AV tapes, he did not want to hide the secret and bring it to his grave. Instead, he wants to share this joyous dicovery, this celebration of the perverse, this gratification of the alternatives, and this indulgence of the carnal desires, to his people, the people he loves.
It was with this spirit in mind that SSP has decided, through this blog, to embark on this epic journey to share his life, his teachings, his morals, his good news, with you.
Your Guru of Love
shit stain panties
Risk
This blog is for the mentally challenged, the demented, the screwed-ups, the f..ked ups, the sick f..ks, the under privileged, the perverts, the tortured middle-class, the Japanese, the sad sods, and those into the alternative lifestyle.
Now that the targeted audience is made clear, there's really nothing else to add except to say that you read this blog at your own bloody risk and for your own sordid and perverse pleasure. You've been warned!
shit stain panties
Now that the targeted audience is made clear, there's really nothing else to add except to say that you read this blog at your own bloody risk and for your own sordid and perverse pleasure. You've been warned!
shit stain panties
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