Game of Life #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday #Poetry

Game of Life  by Penelope Jones 

Hey…

I was thinking,

I’d like to fall in love with you

 

You know…

 

Be with you ’til the end

While our hearts mend

I’ve been your friend

Let’s bend—

The Rules.

 

Let’s do this thing!

 

Pretend the past doesn’t matter

You can be my Mad Hatter

The commoners will scatter

Just see that you don’t splatter…

my heart.

 

And … I’ll do my part

 

You and me

I and you…

who knew?

 

Maybe I can let my walls down,

Giving you a reason not to frown,

and wear my princess crown…

 proudly.

 

Warnings were giving by you to me

I did the same, communication is key

 

Giving you chance after chance to run away

Yet you continue to speak to me each day

what can I say?

 

We’ve shared enough of our issues

That I’ve been through a box of tissues

 

But I don’t care

As long as you’re there.

 

I can’t stop thinking of

your gladness

your sadness

your madness

It’s really none of my business….

But I want it to be

 

So here’s my plea…

 

I was thinking I’d like to fall in love with you.

 

It’d be nice if you felt the same

come play the game

…of life

with me,

 …please?

Penelope Jones— Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2014

Don’t Pollute My Life #Oct #Poetry #ASMSG #Relationships

 

What a tangled web we weave

When we practice to deceive…

 

Words to live by buddy

I found her panties in the study

 

What an idiot you are

I also found her lipstick in my car

 

What you failed to realize

It all could have been a prize

 

If only you had talked to me

Maybe we could still be

 

Opting to lie when the truth’s always better

Gets you a really lovely fuck-off letter

 

One that said…

 

How much you suck

How I don’t wish you luck

How I hope you get fucked…

 

Up the ass…you deserve it!

 

That’s really not true

If you only knew

 

The lies are what sealed your fate

We all three could have went on a date

 

But no, you had to think with your little head

That’s why our relationship’s dead

 

It’s why my heart aches,

Why my body shakes,

And my smiles fake

 

Lies for me are the bitter end

So before you hit send…

 

Give a Hoot!

Don’t Pollute…

 

My life

 

Penelope Jones Copyright 2013

Words #Poemup #ASMSG

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Words

Hurt worse than any slap across the face

They dig deep inside your soul, and twist your mind

and leave you helpless

Words

Peek your interests, and you seek truth

They waft over your senses from every corner and

you need more

Words

Make the world go ’round

They drive business deals, seal love letters, and

you can’t live without them

Words

Brush off the dust of every day life

Bring to light the good, the bad, and

the ugly truths

Words

The way to someone’s heart, mind, and soul

Hushed tones brushing across your ear, drawing you in,

and making you safe

Words

Have the ability to pick you up on the worst day,

or cause your heart to shatter into a million pieces, and

you realize the clout they hold.

One word has the power to change it all…

Words!

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Penelope Jones- Copyright 2013

Christmas Wishes to my lovelies! #ASMSG #NaughtyList #Dec

christmas girl

 

  • I hope your wishes come true, your buns stay warm, and everyone that wants or deserves a spanking gets one. Remember being on the naughty list isn’t a bad thing anymore. -giggles- 

Don’t Forget the Pink #Poetry #ASMSGPoetry #ASMSG

We all start out a little vanilla…

.

In grade school we tended to like sprinkles

Child like eyes twinkled

Our parent’s noses wrinkled

.

In junior high we need toppings,

like Snickers and Oreo cookie

Please don’t hold the nookie!

.

In the college years, we progress to gourmet flavor

It’s also the time where some likes and dislikes waiver

.

To explore the possibilities of sexual delights

Having mile-high-club sex on flights

.

It takes all flavors to make up our sexual palate

I happen to like being hit with a mallet

.

Don’t judge me for being two scoops shy of a vanilla sundae

Or because you don’t have sex on Monday

.

Being vanilla doesn’t make you a bore

Being vanilla doesn’t mean you need a cure

.

But…

.

Neither does liking your kink with

.

and extra side of the kitchen sink

And don’t forget the Pink!

.

.

Penelope Jones Copyright 2013