HIAWATHA LOSES HIS HEART -
IN THE TIME OF HIAWATHA, LIVED A MAIDEN MINNIEHAHA,
FAIR OF FACE WAS MINNIEHAHA, TALL AND SLENDER AS A PINE TREE
AND HER HAIR WAS BLACK AS CHARCOAL AND HER LIPS WERE RED AS BERRIES.
CAME THE TIME FOR AUTUMN FEASTING, CAME THE TIME FOR MAKING MERRY -
MANY BUFFALO WERE BUTCHERED, MANY POTS OF BEER WERE READIED.
ON THAT EVENING MINNIEHAHA HAD SOME BEER BESIDE THE CAMP FIRE,
BUFFALO ATE TILL IT HAD GONE, THEN DRANK MORE BEER TILL SHE WAS FULL,
SOON HER BLADDER SENT A MESSAGE, TOLD HER IT WAS UNDER PRESSURE,
BUT SITTING BULL THEN CAME TO HER, HE SAID 'JOIN ME MINNIEHAHA WHILE
WE WATCH THE YOUNG BRAVES DANCING’
MINNIEHAHA ROSE AND JOINED HIM, SAT NEXT TO CHIEF SITTING BULL
AND THE WARRIORS STARTED DANCING, DANCED AROUND THE GREAT FEAST DAY CAMP FIRE.
MINNIEHAHA WATCHED THE YOUNG BRAVES, BUT HER MIND WAS STRAYING ELSEWHERE,
STRAYING TO HER GROWING BLADDER WHICH WAS ACHING TO BE EMPTIED,
BUT SITTING BULL WAS SAT BESIDE HER, SHE COULD NOT OFFEND THE GREAT CHIEF,
SO SHE SAT IN MOUNTING TENSION WHILE THE WAR DANCE STILL CONTINUED.
STILL SHE SAT IN GREAT DISCOMFORT, ON AND ON DANCED THE YOUNG WARRIORS,
TELLING OF THEIR GREAT SUCCESSES, TELLING HOW THEY BEAT THE CROWFEET,
TELLING OF THEIR GREATEST BATTLES - BATTLING TOO WAS MINNIEHAHA,
BATTLING IN HER PRIVATE STRUGGLE, BATTLING TO APPEAR COLLECTED
WHILE MORE BEER WORKED THROUGH HER SYSTEM.
STRETCHING OUT HER BLADDER FURTHER, TAKING IT TO BURSTING PRESSURE,
TELLING HER IT COULD TAKE NO MORE.
BUT AT LAST THE DANCE WAS ENDING, SITTING BULL GOT UP TO LEAVE HER,
SWIFT SHE SPRINTED TO THE BUSHES, LIFTED HIGH HER SKIRT OF LEATHER
PULLED DOWN LOW HER PANTS OF DOESKIN,
TO RELEASE HER PENT UP PRESSURE.
PISSING NOW WAS MINNIEHAHA,
PISSING IN A SILVER TORRENT, PISSING LOUDER THAN A WOLF'S CRY,
PISSING POWERFUL AS THE WEST WIND, PISSING ON AND ON AS STEADY AS AN EAGLE HOVERING HIGH.
BUT AT LAST HER FLOW WAS SLOWING, NOW SHE LOOKED AROUND THE CLEARING
SAW THE YOUNG BRAVE HIAWATHA WHO WAS WATCHING IN THE MOONLIGHT,
HIAWATHA SPOKE WITH FEELING - 'I SAW YOU COME INTO THE GLADE,
I MARVELLED AT YOUR MIGHTY FLOW, I AM LOST IN ADMIRATION,
MINNIEHAHA, PLEASE BE MY SQUAW.'
Longfellow
A SECURE RELATIONSHIP by Aquarius
She used our date
As a bait.
And I was late.
Which she hates.
So I found that my fate
Was to be her submissive mate.
What a state.
Especially as when she could no longer wait,
She would urinate,
Upon my bald pate!
At the most outrageous rate!!
Copyright: P.Aqua 11.95
Here's to outrageous fantasies and web sites I guess!
'Aquarius'
I feel I have a lot to contribute. Finally I've written a lot of erotic poetry about wet sex, covering varied fantasies and erotic gear, some very romantic, some very 4 letter word raunchy. I've had a little red wine, put the 1st Enigma download on to put me in the mood and dedicate the following to the women of the Piss Olympics:-
THE AGE OF CHIVALRY
I gave up my place in the queue for the loo
To a sexy girl bursting to pee Who was so grateful to me.
"My pleasure" I replied, Thinking dear lady if you but knew
How I long to extend my chivalry.
Though I'd love to see You wet your knickers in front of me,
I'd kiss your cunt and take you to bliss
'Till you'd shower upon me your golden piss!
Would you shout shame? Or would you give me your golden rain?
Copyright P.Aqua 6. '98.
By the way, please e-mail me at
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Or read an amusing PENIS ENVY RHYME FROM W4W
-Pissing Poetry (Pee-otry1)
- MORE THAN EVER -
On a date, it’s getting late, Had lots to drink, I just can’t think.
Feel the urge, need to purge, Must go to the loo, but it’s taboo
So must be told and try to hold. Just sing a song, it won’t be long
We’re out of town, my hand slips down to give a squeeze -
Oh, Yes Please!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oh so near, I play with fear, A clutching press, avoids a mess
Such desperate need, I’ll have to plead, a jump, a wriggle, a cross legged jiggle ~
So full I’ll burst, this is the worst, must hold it in, prevent a sin
But it’s too late, I just can’t wait! Simply have to go, such a shameful woe
It starts to seep, an oozing weep, a warming trickle, that begins to tickle
A tiny dribble, of my golden piddle, becomes a flood, that feels so good!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Then a sudden squirt, that really hurt, the release is bliss, of that pent-up piss
Just relax and flow and feel a glow, I really don’t care, I’m beyond despair
I must let it go, that blissful flow, that golden gush, that red hot flush
Cascades to the ground, with a splashing sound. Pours down my thighs, a relief of sighs!
The truth is there, all laid bare. A widening puddle, oh gosh I’m in trouble!
The whole world can see, I’m drenched in wee!
Such terrible shame, I deserve the cane!
But .... I’ve one last task, my love I must ask:
.... I’m soaked in pee, "Do you still love me?"
"Sweet love of mine, you’re so devine
Your game is clever, I love you more than ever!"
(Extract from March '92 Cascade Magazine)
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