the myspace bandit...not for the faint at heart!!!

ok folks...I have to do this post. A very good friend of mine was ambushed by the myspace bandit...

and why do you say that???...well I'm glad that you asked. My friend was ambushed for being polite. Oh Nooooooo....you might think that sounds absurd but I can assure you dear readers, that it is the absolute truth.

I would like to make it known that this is an actual poem sent to the young lady in question...ANDDDDD I will post the question that dude posed to her after sending it off to her.

Unlike our own resident poets in the blog family, we have an example of "WHEN KEEPING IT REAL WITH POETS GOES HORRIBLY WRONG"...HAHAHAHAH..(sorry I had to laugh about that myself).

Ol' boy here sent off a beautfiul poem first to get the attention of the beautiful young lady then pulled the "old bait and switch" move. After she read the short poem and replied with a thank you, the second one came and since it was quite long, my friend chose to be polite by replying with a "thank you!" without actually reading it--- to let the dude know she got it. After receiving an additional message upon returning to her page she was asked if she dates. Now let's keep it real, we all have polite tendecies. But dude takes online courting to a whole new level.

let's take a peek shall we............

I lean forward taking your face
between my hands
slowly, passionately make love to your mouth, kissing and biting your lips,
sucking your tongue deeply.
I take you by the hand and
lead you to the comfort of the floor
which embraces us closely,
caressing our bodies as we become
entwined.
I smother your face and neck with the wetness of my lips.
Nibbling here......sucking there......
licking my way down, slowly to your
breasts.
I start to dance circles around each growing nipple with my warm tongue,
lingering slightly.......
taking a nipple every so gently
between my teeth
then releasing......
then soothing with kisses.
My mouth starts to make a trail from your nipples to the sweetness of
your navel, where I follow across
your stomach,
over the slight feel of soft hair
to the treasure I seek below.
Warm, pulsating,
moist.......
anticipating what is to come.
My hands gently open the lips of the flower petals.......before me,
I dip my tongue into the nectar....
warm,
sweet,
delicious......
I trace my tongue up,
to temptation,
and massage
gently with my eager tongue.
stopping to suck for the stimulation it brings.
I hear your moans
lghtly, then louder,
I know this is what you want,
then my finger,
from my right hand,
slips, slowly
gently
into the wet pool of passionate juices
that have begun to flow freely,
while I suck and lick the
epitome of your essence above.
I see you throw your head back
and begin to slowly rock
with each gentle insertion
and withdrawal of
my finger......
your moans are louder and the
smell of lust and
sensuality fill the room
until the last thrust of your rocking
and the last moan you scream
silences to mood and stills the
motion.

WTF...dude needs to be writing erotica novels not using them to pique the interest of random women.

I'll be the first to admit that I was like"Dayum son..you doin it like that?"---then reality set in.

Ladies please be aware of internet etiquette and by all means "READ BEFORE YOU REPLY"
What do ya'll think about dude? DOes he have mad game---orrrr is he a whacked out loser with delusions of hooking up with a beautiful woman based on placing imagery in her head enough to get her to succumb to his weak attempt.

Who's up for this challenge? BATTERS UP!!!