annaswirls
Pointy?
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BooMerengue said:
to die
too much
to want
to, never
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to die
too much
to want
to, never
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
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how come I can't write erotic poetry anymore?
I've got all the words
wrapped around this big rubber cock
I'm fucking with
that thing pushes in and out
vibrating my mind to mush
as I gulp breaths of air
to scream out
not poems of
passion, pleasure, pain
because, yeah that'd be cliche
I scream the flashing light
the brilliant closed eye display
the snapping corded neck
and arched wide spread thighs
the convergence
of all physical matter toward
two points of woman wanting
and then find a third
and a fourth
and anywhere you can reach
they don't teach you how to write
about that
sure they give you the dictionary
and a few pictures or examples
on how to describe conjugation
but they never ever
speak even one wow word,
one wicked wanting word
which would drive you insane
fill your brain with
fuck words
or in my case, nothing at all
I've got all the words
wrapped around this big rubber cock
I'm fucking with
that thing pushes in and out
vibrating my mind to mush
as I gulp breaths of air
to scream out
not poems of
passion, pleasure, pain
because, yeah that'd be cliche
I scream the flashing light
the brilliant closed eye display
the snapping corded neck
and arched wide spread thighs
the convergence
of all physical matter toward
two points of woman wanting
and then find a third
and a fourth
and anywhere you can reach
they don't teach you how to write
about that
sure they give you the dictionary
and a few pictures or examples
on how to describe conjugation
but they never ever
speak even one wow word,
one wicked wanting word
which would drive you insane
fill your brain with
fuck words
or in my case, nothing at all
Maria2394
Corgi Lover!
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- Posts
- 2,958
today
should be a good day
why
does my heart feel like
its about to explode?
pounding like a twelve year old
boy with a new set of drums
my feet want to walk
away from here, no run
straight for tomorrow
or next year or never
I question the motives
of the all powerful One
trigger happy-just one word
( thanks a LOT denis
you know how to make a girl squirm
writhing in nightmares
while I'm stone cold awake
how much can anybody take?
maybe, no maybe
it didnt work before
but maybe this time
should be a good day
why
does my heart feel like
its about to explode?
pounding like a twelve year old
boy with a new set of drums
my feet want to walk
away from here, no run
straight for tomorrow
or next year or never
I question the motives
of the all powerful One
trigger happy-just one word
( thanks a LOT denis
you know how to make a girl squirm
writhing in nightmares
while I'm stone cold awake
how much can anybody take?
maybe, no maybe
it didnt work before
but maybe this time
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
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- Posts
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stop time a year ago
when you were still alive
when your every breath was doing for others
for building character
in all of us
in me
stop time a moment ago
when you handed me opportunity
through learning and love
and your open hand
that you slipped
in mine
stop time tomorrow
when you cough your life
onto the pillow
when you no longer know
how much I need you
with me
when you were still alive
when your every breath was doing for others
for building character
in all of us
in me
stop time a moment ago
when you handed me opportunity
through learning and love
and your open hand
that you slipped
in mine
stop time tomorrow
when you cough your life
onto the pillow
when you no longer know
how much I need you
with me
Linbido
Literotica Guru
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Will I break?
Trying hard not to,
under the weight
of a folded napkin
tatooed ni blue
scratching the symbols
forming small words.
Will I fall?
Trying hard not to,
against the hurricane
of whispered words
read out to me,
the sonic blast
of barely heard
lips and tongue.
Will I burn?
Trying hard not to,
while fire and acid
in piercing eyes
and napkin message
engulf the sphere
that is my space.
Will I cry?
Trying hard to,
but all my trying to Not
is still in the way.
Trying hard not to,
under the weight
of a folded napkin
tatooed ni blue
scratching the symbols
forming small words.
Will I fall?
Trying hard not to,
against the hurricane
of whispered words
read out to me,
the sonic blast
of barely heard
lips and tongue.
Will I burn?
Trying hard not to,
while fire and acid
in piercing eyes
and napkin message
engulf the sphere
that is my space.
Will I cry?
Trying hard to,
but all my trying to Not
is still in the way.
G
Guest
Guest
Inhaling you,
Your essence
Left carelessly among the linen.
Touching you,
Your presence
Palpable in your absence.
Hearing you,
Your music,
Just beyond distinct
Tasting you,
Your memory
At the corners of my mouth
Making me smile.
You are here and gone,
Now and then,
Today and yesterday
Tomorrow will be another verse.
Your essence
Left carelessly among the linen.
Touching you,
Your presence
Palpable in your absence.
Hearing you,
Your music,
Just beyond distinct
Tasting you,
Your memory
At the corners of my mouth
Making me smile.
You are here and gone,
Now and then,
Today and yesterday
Tomorrow will be another verse.
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
- Joined
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- Posts
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lover duck
it's just my luck
that I found you
waiting for me
suprisingly
waterproof
and shaky
I've heard about good vibrarions
but these are the best
I've ever felt
we get along swimmingly
when I've knelt
over your rubber beak
and ground out the
baseline to our favorite song
my god rubber ducky!
you are the one.
it's just my luck
that I found you
waiting for me
suprisingly
waterproof
and shaky
I've heard about good vibrarions
but these are the best
I've ever felt
we get along swimmingly
when I've knelt
over your rubber beak
and ground out the
baseline to our favorite song
my god rubber ducky!
you are the one.
The_Fool
smiling for the camera
- Joined
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Hello, my lady
Goodbye.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Even though I just got here.
When smiles greet me
Yet cold silence closes the door.
I feed at your breast
Until you slap my face.
I bask in your love
That turns cold with your hate.
Yesterday’s love
Is tomorrow’s pain.
Goodbye, my sweet lady.
Hello.
Goodbye.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Even though I just got here.
When smiles greet me
Yet cold silence closes the door.
I feed at your breast
Until you slap my face.
I bask in your love
That turns cold with your hate.
Yesterday’s love
Is tomorrow’s pain.
Goodbye, my sweet lady.
Hello.
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
- Joined
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- Posts
- 40,901
the beast that wouldn't sleep alone
was the reason I went to bed before
I wanted to
and then when you decided
to turn in, as well
the beast woke up
but instead of taking care
you made sure
the beast woke me up instead
even though
you're going to sleep in
and I'll be up with the beast again
but now I'm thinking
wide awake
that maybe, just maybe
you're the real beast
was the reason I went to bed before
I wanted to
and then when you decided
to turn in, as well
the beast woke up
but instead of taking care
you made sure
the beast woke me up instead
even though
you're going to sleep in
and I'll be up with the beast again
but now I'm thinking
wide awake
that maybe, just maybe
you're the real beast
annaswirls
Pointy?
- Joined
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inhale deep enough
snots frozen solid
inside nose
nothing more fun than that
snots frozen solid
inside nose
nothing more fun than that
annaswirls
Pointy?
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~
if they had their way
half of my poems would begin
seventeen
seventeen something
but seventeen why
seventeen sylables in a haiku?
seventeen yards to goal
seventeen years i waited
seventeen degrees to freeze my snot
I am letting them get out there
maybe the damn number will leave me alone
17 wishes on top of the cake
17 women
wait
seventeen lovers before i met you
17 slurpee flavors gooed on the floor
seventeen boxes of batteries
have you had enough now, I am letting you out here where you can really do no damage
numerical stalker
poetic stumper
writus interruptus
be gone
seventeen cracks on my ceiling
grow longer
I mark the time
17 dollar bills
do you need any change
for the subway
you gave me 17 words
I handed you my resentment
famous blue raincoat torn at the shouler
shoulder
sisters, mercy, he sunk beneath your river like a stone
you have so many words
give me 17
and no one will get hurt
17 hours alone with you
the damage I could do
seventeen minutes
amount of time for a proper blow job?
I could go longer you know
I dont know why that number
will not leave me alone
I feel like fucking sesame street
brought to you
by
the number
17
if they had their way
half of my poems would begin
seventeen
seventeen something
but seventeen why
seventeen sylables in a haiku?
seventeen yards to goal
seventeen years i waited
seventeen degrees to freeze my snot
I am letting them get out there
maybe the damn number will leave me alone
17 wishes on top of the cake
17 women
wait
seventeen lovers before i met you
17 slurpee flavors gooed on the floor
seventeen boxes of batteries
have you had enough now, I am letting you out here where you can really do no damage
numerical stalker
poetic stumper
writus interruptus
be gone
seventeen cracks on my ceiling
grow longer
I mark the time
17 dollar bills
do you need any change
for the subway
you gave me 17 words
I handed you my resentment
famous blue raincoat torn at the shouler
shoulder
sisters, mercy, he sunk beneath your river like a stone
you have so many words
give me 17
and no one will get hurt
17 hours alone with you
the damage I could do
seventeen minutes
amount of time for a proper blow job?
I could go longer you know
I dont know why that number
will not leave me alone
I feel like fucking sesame street
brought to you
by
the number
17
Icingsugar
peas o kayk
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- Posts
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three steps
one word
swift embrace
old eyes
brave smile
a turn
a jolt
a face
shrinking
fading
ten thousand seconds later
still that hole
dug by three steps
and one word
repeating
over
and
over
one word
swift embrace
old eyes
brave smile
a turn
a jolt
a face
shrinking
fading
ten thousand seconds later
still that hole
dug by three steps
and one word
repeating
over
and
over
G
Guest
Guest
Me want a hairy woman
That I can drag along
My club is big and wieldy
And I am tall and strong
Me want a fertile woman
To bear me many fruit
To decorate my cave-home
And clean my bearskin suit.
Me want a pretty woman
A pure Neanderthal
To keep the home fire burning
Who’ll answer when I snarl.
Me lonely and unhappy
Me know something is not right
Me gonna go and get myself
A sexy troglodyte.
Inside joke
That I can drag along
My club is big and wieldy
And I am tall and strong
Me want a fertile woman
To bear me many fruit
To decorate my cave-home
And clean my bearskin suit.
Me want a pretty woman
A pure Neanderthal
To keep the home fire burning
Who’ll answer when I snarl.
Me lonely and unhappy
Me know something is not right
Me gonna go and get myself
A sexy troglodyte.
Inside joke
smithpeter
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
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- Posts
- 409
i made a small poem
then made smaller poem
about it
~
look up
then made smaller poem
about it
~
look up
svelte walker
Virgin
- Joined
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- Posts
- 18
making love
hearing sex
unmovable couch drop
missunderstanding
assuming happiness
better just say good bye
left shaking head
hearing sex
unmovable couch drop
missunderstanding
assuming happiness
better just say good bye
left shaking head
Maria2394
Corgi Lover!
- Joined
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- Posts
- 2,958
to the pig faced bitch
in the pink tent shirt--
I saw you slap your little girl
your right hand, her left cheek
how I wish I had the nerve
to drag your ass, kicking and squealing
into the parking lot
how I wish it wasnt a crime
to mind somebodys business, other than mine
oh how I wish you had seen the tears
in her eyes that were there
because you stole her trust
oh you pig faced bitch, standing in line
with your little debbies and box of wine
do you spread rice krispies on the floor
so you'll know when the rug rats are coming?
do you kow what impetigo is?
or did you notice her nose is running?
how bout the grime beneath her little nails
or the slap mark on her face?
she looked up and me and cried
dark eyes all sad and hurt
I opened my coat and showed her my sweatshirt
old Winnie and Tigger couldnt even bring a smile
oh you pig faced hateful bitch,
you dont deserve that precious child
in the pink tent shirt--
I saw you slap your little girl
your right hand, her left cheek
how I wish I had the nerve
to drag your ass, kicking and squealing
into the parking lot
how I wish it wasnt a crime
to mind somebodys business, other than mine
oh how I wish you had seen the tears
in her eyes that were there
because you stole her trust
oh you pig faced bitch, standing in line
with your little debbies and box of wine
do you spread rice krispies on the floor
so you'll know when the rug rats are coming?
do you kow what impetigo is?
or did you notice her nose is running?
how bout the grime beneath her little nails
or the slap mark on her face?
she looked up and me and cried
dark eyes all sad and hurt
I opened my coat and showed her my sweatshirt
old Winnie and Tigger couldnt even bring a smile
oh you pig faced hateful bitch,
you dont deserve that precious child
Linbido
Literotica Guru
- Joined
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- Posts
- 515
oh yes
i will hover
three feet above bare rock
dressed in clarity
a halo in my palm
a blossom at my heart
sonnets will dangle
from the jewels in my hair
from icicles and olive branches
lit by my beacon
and hovering ember
firefly pebbles glow
yes
elevating
greeting blessing
not any gathreing masses
but the morning, the wind
and the soothing, cooling
sprinkle of rain
yes
i will shimmer
shock the air
glimmer
for this
i will hover
three feet above bare rock
dressed in clarity
a halo in my palm
a blossom at my heart
sonnets will dangle
from the jewels in my hair
from icicles and olive branches
lit by my beacon
and hovering ember
firefly pebbles glow
yes
elevating
greeting blessing
not any gathreing masses
but the morning, the wind
and the soothing, cooling
sprinkle of rain
yes
i will shimmer
shock the air
glimmer
for this
Liar
now with 17% more class
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- Posts
- 43,715
for this
for what
can cast a glow like that?
ignite the fiber
of bone and flesh
and fingertips
for this
something
waiting in the curtains
to enlighten
even elevate you?
for this
whatever
what you wish
i'd grant a brother sister
anywhere and anytime
but please -
i give you what i can
illuminate this weary man
what is for this
that rock your world
soon might?
#Liar
for what
can cast a glow like that?
ignite the fiber
of bone and flesh
and fingertips
for this
something
waiting in the curtains
to enlighten
even elevate you?
for this
whatever
what you wish
i'd grant a brother sister
anywhere and anytime
but please -
i give you what i can
illuminate this weary man
what is for this
that rock your world
soon might?
#Liar
G
Guest
Guest
The colour of the window
is a gray so blue
it weeps tears
of happiness.
Swept clean of all
sin and objection.
it opens
in it's honesty
undraped -
naked to the eyes
of the casual
observer.
is a gray so blue
it weeps tears
of happiness.
Swept clean of all
sin and objection.
it opens
in it's honesty
undraped -
naked to the eyes
of the casual
observer.
G
Guest
Guest
~Death finds the dead
The time between midnight
and sunrise, are the hours
they wander twilight
in purple shadows—
haunting their memories.
"Do they weep at all?"
"Are we mourned?"
"Still loved?"
"Or are we forgotten?"
Those not rememered, cry.
Death, at last, has found them.
Ne'er fret—
The waning moon summons them.
Calls all who stepped out of graves,
beckons those no longer limbo.
Its' glow shows them where to lie,
free to close their eyes and sleep.
written to art, wendell's moonlight gothic
The time between midnight
and sunrise, are the hours
they wander twilight
in purple shadows—
haunting their memories.
"Do they weep at all?"
"Are we mourned?"
"Still loved?"
"Or are we forgotten?"
Those not rememered, cry.
Death, at last, has found them.
Ne'er fret—
The waning moon summons them.
Calls all who stepped out of graves,
beckons those no longer limbo.
Its' glow shows them where to lie,
free to close their eyes and sleep.
written to art, wendell's moonlight gothic
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