Reminded me of one of my posts in a write thread from last year (could have sworn it was 4 or 5 years ago) picel was the prompt.
>The potential posterior postulates possible problems of poor posture; preferring the prone and the prostrate, positions of passion and passivity. Pondering positions past and positions present of perilous perches and playful poses, practically prescient of prospects for purchase.
And the thread in case anyone wants to read the other entries.
https://warosu.org/lit/thread/19764650
There once was an anon from a place called Nantucket,
Who posted a pic of an arse in hopes he would frick it.
But she saw him a peep and thought he was a creep,
Then whipped out a dick and said, "suck it"
Curves like waves, she sways like sea,
Voluptuous body made for me,
Each luscious mound demands attention,
My hands must claim their rightful possession.
Those plump cheeks, a paradise,
Whispering secrets of pure delights,
Beckoning fingers to caress,
To part them, revealing hidden bliss.
Slippery folds inviting descent,
Teasing tongues shall know no bounds,
Deep inside, where ecstasy lies,
Joining souls, heartbeats rise.
Touch of fingers on satin skin,
Fluttering breath, electric grin,
A dance to rhythm innate,
Lost in a maelström, our hearts collide.
Shadows play along your curves,
Undulating, senses now disburse,
Lust becomes a fire storm,
Consuming all with savage form.
Pleasure peak heightens the urge,
Body shudders, climax soon surge,
Ecstatic cries, release at last,
Nectar flows, union forever passed.
Oh beautiful girl, whose throne,
Is built on desire, power, alone,
No others match your crown,
My queen of sin and pleasure renowned.
Goddess you are created by milk
Creamily filled to your brim overflowing
Milt seeps down the edge of your cup
You are our vessel for semen's waste
Empty we fill you up you are the nothing
Of our cruel intent
Veal
>the bottomless pit widens in her distressed blue jeans >a stacey's matronly faded glory >"there are too many sweets in this aisle." >building the BMI tower of Babel out of sugar crystal lattice >kidney haruspexies give forewarning flesh's inertia >yeast mingles with dust on the unwaxed tiles
*tips fedora
*milady
I see thou hast a cuck of a boyfriend
He doth wish for IQfy users to talk about your ass
What a gay cuck
Getting off on the idea of guys getting off
He likes men
A man asked me
To write a poem for she
And so I did
God forbid
I bet she has nice lips and fat breasts
To go with those wide hips
I bet she takes it in her ass
What a fine lass
Hey!
I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Hey, hey!
I am but a boy
But
her butt butter up my boy
I putter upper my butter boy up her butt
I nut
I nut in her butt
butter butt clap back
I got nut in my lap
butter boy
butter...butt....
plap plap plap plap
plap plap plap plap
plap plap plap plap
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Once a man, now women's woe,
Delusion's grip tight, refusing to let go,
Deaf to wisdom's plea, in isolation he dwells,
Bound by his fantasies, as reality repels.
Unappealing color and bad pocket placement makes her ass look more fat and less shapely. Obviously her ass is a fat ass, but we don't need to call attention to it.
Yeah but it's not so bad you can literally see it through jean fabric lmao, that's just the ass of an obese woman that will just get more gross as she gets older.
Riaccende i fuochi miei la soave vision
D'un posterior nascosto: gabbia in tela,
Gelosa e ruvida, tiene per sè^il buon,
Come la buccia fa con nella mela.
La fantasïa sogna udendo il suon
Di quel caldo sfrusciar, a cui si anela
Da bestie cieche di trasformare in tuon:
E poi fuggire nella notte gela.
Ill stop here. I was going to write a sonnet, but zi got bored.
All the girls i dated with bodies/asses like that were too self conscious to ever were anything that showed off their body, self concious of me slapping their ass etc. then when big asses became trendy they all started to wear yoga pants, etc.
thicc appreciators don't know now good they have it now
Through the arid, stagnant air of stretching store rows,
Holding the mundane thoughts that all begrudge to know,
A lady stands idle, not too perfect, but neither terrible,
And is abruptly shoved upon a pedestal without tremble.
Yet, in light of the poets and writers' luring appeal,
Harking Harolds, spreading glory for her in an ordeal,
Struggle, they do, a drought blights them for words and poetry,
For they were struck by her dullness, lacking in everything.
I've got a girlfriend
Who's better than that
stop making sense
MAKING SENSE
A haiku on OP's gf
By: Anon
That ass is quite fat
Now please post the rest of her
You baiting fat frick
Ass like a diaper
loaded with shit
Whenever she talks
she's gonna get hit
Anon takes
photos of
the cashier in the Rewe again.
She smiled
at him and he
thought she was in love with him.
that face when no girlfriend
when will the pain end
anon posts girlfriends rear end
time to touch my gender opposite hen
In the pocket rests a phone
While a lanyard finds its place
I want this plump derriere
To rest atop of my face
Reminded me of one of my posts in a write thread from last year (could have sworn it was 4 or 5 years ago) picel was the prompt.
>The potential posterior postulates possible problems of poor posture; preferring the prone and the prostrate, positions of passion and passivity. Pondering positions past and positions present of perilous perches and playful poses, practically prescient of prospects for purchase.
And the thread in case anyone wants to read the other entries.
https://warosu.org/lit/thread/19764650
There once was an anon from a place called Nantucket,
Who posted a pic of an arse in hopes he would frick it.
But she saw him a peep and thought he was a creep,
Then whipped out a dick and said, "suck it"
Curves like waves, she sways like sea,
Voluptuous body made for me,
Each luscious mound demands attention,
My hands must claim their rightful possession.
Those plump cheeks, a paradise,
Whispering secrets of pure delights,
Beckoning fingers to caress,
To part them, revealing hidden bliss.
Slippery folds inviting descent,
Teasing tongues shall know no bounds,
Deep inside, where ecstasy lies,
Joining souls, heartbeats rise.
Touch of fingers on satin skin,
Fluttering breath, electric grin,
A dance to rhythm innate,
Lost in a maelström, our hearts collide.
Shadows play along your curves,
Undulating, senses now disburse,
Lust becomes a fire storm,
Consuming all with savage form.
Pleasure peak heightens the urge,
Body shudders, climax soon surge,
Ecstatic cries, release at last,
Nectar flows, union forever passed.
Oh beautiful girl, whose throne,
Is built on desire, power, alone,
No others match your crown,
My queen of sin and pleasure renowned.
Your gf may have an ass
But it is certainly true
That I got one too
And your gf will never pass
The days may go one by one
As monotonous as the sun
Which rest ever so high
Above the clouds in space
But if I were a bettin man
And on Saturdays with boys I be
Then whoever you come and see
You will never have a girl with you be
Believe me bae
Give me my royalties (another pic cause I'm gay).
Denim uneasy,
full of cottage cheesy,
we would frick it anyway,
and wash our dick forever and a day.
Best one in the thread.
Poor op's gf, not knowing her cottage was posttage.
deeply true
Goddess you are created by milk
Creamily filled to your brim overflowing
Milt seeps down the edge of your cup
You are our vessel for semen's waste
Empty we fill you up you are the nothing
Of our cruel intent
Veal
The fields of lard and cellulite.
Like rivers sweat, hairs like grass.
At dreams and visions, I see it -
Broken world, smothered by her growing ass.
You say that is not the ass of a man
But turn "her" around and you can
See, with a fright,
To OP's delight
A dick as thick as a coke can
>the bottomless pit widens in her distressed blue jeans
>a stacey's matronly faded glory
>"there are too many sweets in this aisle."
>building the BMI tower of Babel out of sugar crystal lattice
>kidney haruspexies give forewarning flesh's inertia
>yeast mingles with dust on the unwaxed tiles
A Haiku About That Ass
Brap Brap Brap Braa'aaap
All Yesterdays Smell Sweeter
When Looking Behind
*tips fedora
*milady
I see thou hast a cuck of a boyfriend
He doth wish for IQfy users to talk about your ass
What a gay cuck
Getting off on the idea of guys getting off
He likes men
A man asked me
To write a poem for she
And so I did
God forbid
I bet she has nice lips and fat breasts
To go with those wide hips
I bet she takes it in her ass
What a fine lass
Hey!
I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Hey, hey!
I am but a boy
But
her butt butter up my boy
I putter upper my butter boy up her butt
I nut
I nut in her butt
butter butt clap back
I got nut in my lap
butter boy
butter...butt....
plap plap plap plap
plap plap plap plap
plap plap plap plap
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant
Once a man, now women's woe,
Delusion's grip tight, refusing to let go,
Deaf to wisdom's plea, in isolation he dwells,
Bound by his fantasies, as reality repels.
Cottage cheese,
Cheese, cottage cheese.
Cottage cheese!
That’s not your girlfriend
That’s a pawg from a candid creep shot
https://forum.candidgirls.io/t/fat-ass-thick-legs-glasses-part-2/78955?page=2
Why do you have this link / source readily available? Touch grass
some people just arent meant to touch grass
BASED
huh?
It’s made it’s rounds here before frick off with your holier than thou bullshit
You going to tell on him? Maybe you'll get a gold star on your report card. gay.
damni
Thanks homosexual. Now this site will prevent me from leaving my home for a few months.
Thanks for sharing anons, I busted a HUGE loads to these
Those are very unflattering jeans. My goodness.
>"Unflattering"
They literally hug her juicy buns as tight as I would, what are you talking about!?
Unappealing color and bad pocket placement makes her ass look more fat and less shapely. Obviously her ass is a fat ass, but we don't need to call attention to it.
I want her to sit on my face. Imagine the pillowy texture of those cheeks.
Ass fat.
Yeah homie nice fat ass.
Frick yeah homie.
You can discern the cellulite
even through jeans
lol
Most women past puberty have cellulite.
Even Instagram influencers have to shoop it out.
Yeah but it's not so bad you can literally see it through jean fabric lmao, that's just the ass of an obese woman that will just get more gross as she gets older.
Watch and learn lads
Riaccende i fuochi miei la soave vision
D'un posterior nascosto: gabbia in tela,
Gelosa e ruvida, tiene per sè^il buon,
Come la buccia fa con nella mela.
La fantasïa sogna udendo il suon
Di quel caldo sfrusciar, a cui si anela
Da bestie cieche di trasformare in tuon:
E poi fuggire nella notte gela.
Ill stop here. I was going to write a sonnet, but zi got bored.
The ass was fat
Listen to the braap
The ass was so fat
A giant ass
for a miserable lass
unable to quell her sass
"touch grass"
how crass
she shall eat brass!
All the girls i dated with bodies/asses like that were too self conscious to ever were anything that showed off their body, self concious of me slapping their ass etc. then when big asses became trendy they all started to wear yoga pants, etc.
thicc appreciators don't know now good they have it now
damn that shit greasy
cottage cheesy
it stank
take a whiff of dat money honey
cos this bunda got bank
Booty.
a mans butt.
Ass as wide
Farts like windmills
Smells like roses.
(Not haiku)
Cheese burgers and batter
She has an ugly face and is fatter
I would dump her for the latter
Hire a hooker and you will be gladder
Hey,hey
yo yo
I dont like your girl friend
Browsing IQfy, It's late
OP posts bait
A pic of an ass
He needs to touch grass
Sorry, I frick men
OP's girlfriend
is a lot like god:
she doesn't exist
Through the arid, stagnant air of stretching store rows,
Holding the mundane thoughts that all begrudge to know,
A lady stands idle, not too perfect, but neither terrible,
And is abruptly shoved upon a pedestal without tremble.
Yet, in light of the poets and writers' luring appeal,
Harking Harolds, spreading glory for her in an ordeal,
Struggle, they do, a drought blights them for words and poetry,
For they were struck by her dullness, lacking in everything.
Made a cap of the thread .
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
GET PREGNANT *PLAP* GET PREGNANT
*PLAP* *PLAP* GET PREGNANT