A challenge to everyone. Anyone can participate.?

Question:Greeneyedevil and myself The Dark Prince have a challenge. 10 points for the best and most original poem on the art of auto -eroticism. Yes, Spanking the monkey, Flogging the salamander, however you want to put it. Women may also join in (LOL) Judging will be done this evening and the winner will recieve 10 beautiful points courtesy of Yahoo answers. Good Luck and lets try to whack this out quick.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Greeneyedevil and myself The Dark Prince have a challenge. 10 points for the best and most original poem on the art of auto -eroticism. Yes, Spanking the monkey, Flogging the salamander, however you want to put it. Women may also join in (LOL) Judging will be done this evening and the winner will recieve 10 beautiful points courtesy of Yahoo answers. Good Luck and lets try to whack this out quick.

I Quiver

A longing need that will be met in time
I trace myself, you inhabit my mind
Moaning, I call out your name, my lover
Completely open, your touch, I quiver

uhmmm.......yea...boutzZ that...NO thanks

Provided this question hangs around long enough

car are great
except when she throws up what she ate
in the car
i want to go far
away
and stay
on an island
and
sleep
not weep

YA will delete us all. lolol

I wrote this on V-Day this year:

I do not mind
Being here all alone
On Valentine's Day
I think I'll stay home
I'll close all my blinds
So that no one will see me
I'll indulge in some reading
Pour-no-grafi-tti
I don't have to worry
No consent to be traded
I do know this
The master will be baited
No need for gifts
Or a fancy presentation
Just me all alone
And some self appreciation

I stood in the courtyard,
shaking hands with the unemployed.
I had work to do,
to clean the pipes.
But the grime wouldn't come out.
I put some elbow into it, but
it was more of a hand job.
There was some difficult spots
I resorted to knocking rocks
Against the muck.
I was eventually able to rub one out.
After a spell, I left to get a soda.
The gate wouldn't budge.
There was no one to help,
I had to service myself.
Yanking the chain, I opened it up.
I was met by a sight.
They were feeding the geese.
The circus was in town,
But they weren't smiling.
One was punching the clown,
While the other pounded the midget.
I couldn't take it anymore,
So I tossed myself off
the sidewalk,
and into the bushes.

^aw, bless bob...

think i'll give this one a miss, thanks all the same.

lol greeneyeddevil's is best so far..

edit: am i alone in finding it amusing that, separate from this, the Poetry section is hosting a series of poems about Paris and beauty? hehe

You mean whacking the willy,
Choking the chicken?
XXX

One finger, one thumb, keep moving
my feelings are improving
with every stroke, every twist, every poke,
I know I need no bloke...
one finger one t h u m b ceeeeeeeeeeease moving!
lol