Literotica Poet’s Corner

News just breaking. A section of Pervert’s Corner in the crypt of Westminster Abbey in London, England has been set aside for Literotica poets. Correction. That should have read: Poet’s Corner.
[Source: Associated Prose]

Here are some proposed headstone inscriptions.
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Syndra Lynn
Never WANTED to sin.
Her true goal was love.
Too late now; she’s above.

Before he died, My Erotic Tale
Developed a dubious taste for the flail.
His only driving life’s ambition:
To make just one more little submission.

Here lies Uncle Pervey.
He was rather too curvy,
He thought. If only his poetic fate
Could have been to write with a little less weight.

This stone marks boxlicker
Who, if he’d been quicker,
Could have buggered a duck till
It’s quacks turned to a dactyl.

Poor Wanton Vixxxen
Had tits that badly needed fixing
She made the mistake of thinking that her local doctors
Could treat her infeasibly massive pair of knockers.

Here lies the cult poet ishtat
Buried in only his bush hat
He’d waltzed his Matilda all over the place
But no longer will she squat on his face.

Trent_Dutch
Did’na hay’ much;
But a glass of scotch whisky
Soon made him feel frisky.

RIP nice girl ~Hellbaby~
She wrote the smuttiest filth, while waiving her fee,
Including, one can hardly believe,
A clever haiku called by her ‘Eve’.

Here lies DCpoet don
And near his grave, her knees upon,
His wife, remembering the feeling
When she was on her back and he was kneeling.

Tathagata
Wore a garter
Halfway up a sexy thigh,
Making other poets sigh.

Wicked Eve had thighs as well;
They used to make my penis swell.
If she still lived, I’d be her pimp;
But she’s long gone, so now I’m limp.

Evelyn_carroll
Was as round as a barrel;
Ah, but the reason couldn’t easily be missed:
Evelyn was always completely pissed.

Hic!