October 17, 2009

A POEM by twiglette

twiglette is an absolute A-1 jester. His antics are pretty much – priceless.

I’m just going to let this do the talking. All you need to know is that it was inspired by my order for him to jack off onto his toothbrush and use said toothbrush as usual – performed for me with aplomb on cam. I believe he did say “Oh my God, this is appalling.”

Yes. Yes it was.

And inspiring, evidently, as well.

ODE TO A TOOTHBRUSH

Dulcet bristles, white as silk

Please receive my loser milk

Should i spill or lose control

Discipline will take its toll

Born a loser, trained to serve

Stripped of ego, stripped of nerve

“This,” she said “is what you’ll do

“ruin out a plop of goo

“worry not, there is no rush

“but catch it all on your toothbrush.”

Utterly aghast was I

to brush with my homemade creampie

But not for me to question why

Just to make my dicklet cry

Never let the pleasure rise

Stop before you close your eyes

Have a care you don’t enjoy

Pleasures don’t attend the toy

Out it squirts with not a spasm

A classic ruination ‘gasm

Snared upon the springing bristle

Prior twas clean as a whistle

Now besmirched with beta juice

Once be-sacked and now sprung loose

Learn to like the salty taste

Defeat and shame both mixed with waste

Now into the mouth it goes

sliming up my toothful rows

Awful salty viscous stuff

Life, for cuckolds, can be rough

File under:  Tributes. Literary. Disgusting.

Comments (1)

  1. June 23, 2010

    [...] may remember twiglette from his charming poem. Recently he’s been making leaps and bounds in acceptance of the total inadequacy that lies [...]

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