Old 05-16-2014, 09:28 AM   #1
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Sophie's Vagina

rumours say Sophie shaved her vagina
or should that be vulva, pudendum or pubis?
it’s difficult to intellectualize, when
your mind is swimming below waist height
a dog sniffing around at random, searching
for a morsel, or even better, some bitch in heat
you know, you’ve been there too, don’t deny it
it keeps your mind occupied and who knows
someone always wins the lottery

her porcelain pubis polished to a mirror
a V pointing between her thighs, the cut
which keeps you awake at night, your face
reflecting back, with a gash between your eyes
this concerns you more than the boot, pressed
down upon your sternum, the weight of the world
squeezing your bellows chest of oxygen
pumping hard and making no headway
it’s the impossible vision, more an ideology

I studied Karl Marx for the betting averages
asked Frederick Engels for his opinion
‘Freedom is the recognition of necessity’
everyone needs a distraction, a hope
I applied this reasoning to shaved vaginas
boxes full, like harvested mussels, puckering
a field of failed last dying words, bubbles
inflating then deflating, moribund explanations
you may imagine Sophie’s smooth pudendum
but in the end all it is, is politics
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Old 05-16-2014, 01:13 PM   #2
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using the terms very loosely, how the fuck did you get Marx and Engles into this

porcelain pubis polished to a mirror < love, but a comma here?
a V < rich, if you get Vengeance or a picture of Churchill in your head
puckering a field of failed last dying words, < what can I say, wish I had wrote.
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These things like Marx etc just pop into my head and sound right at the time of writing. Though this poem started off as satire and decided to go on a direction of its own. I feel I'm getting my appetite to write poetry back, which could be bad news for a world teetering on the edge of a catastrophe.
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These things like Marx etc just pop into my head and sound right at the time of writing. Though this poem started off as satire and decided to go on a direction of its own. I feel I'm getting my appetite to write poetry back, which could be bad news for a world teetering on the edge of a catastrophe.
appetite's good for poemry *nods*
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Old 05-18-2014, 05:59 AM   #5
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Hands hold your wrist overhead
bear down with strength to pin
your lust in place, as you rub
against my thigh
a smear of desire slides down the swell of my quad

A smirk lights my face as I ravage your flaunted chest , tounge laps at the base of your breasts as you squirm and wriggle

A giggle and clipped cry as I nibble on a nipple a quick flit before the heat of my breath works down to your navel, the swell of my bulging cock slides down your thigh rock hard rigidity tinged with the touch of soft flesh,

the tendons under my fingers vibrate a fury that rages,
ardent intention fires the desires deep inside you,
I tease in limbo between the want of your mouth and the demands of your pussy

my hand runs down the inside of your arm, the callouses on my palm rasp as didgets pass your shoulder and slide over to your lips, a finger gently follows the ridges and slips down yet further, apply gentle firm pressure squeze a moan from the home of acapella

Trace the oval shape of your core
oh to taste you in this state a hiss as I paint with licks and kiss the trail down to your pelvis line

My free hand deft and sure traces the ticklish place around your entrance where you will accept me inside.
a battering ram into willing want my tongue tastes as a serpent flickering stutter that makes you mutter
take me,

I part your folds to sup on your pearl as fingers find the way inside
devoured by your hunger,
smooth soft heat engulfs and swallows as your hips drive down on to penetration
then up onto clitoral stimulation

Your heat burns like a star , fingers stretch to
find a feel of g-spot inside, a rough ridge of pulse that tingles as my tongue mingles the taste of you.

can you dance on the verge as I urge you to cum, the precipice looms as every up, and every down flays the frayed edges of your exstacy,

it's all organic baby
those oh's you groan
the tone you
yes

slow
waves show
how close you
are to flow over
that slope slips
crashes
as hips mash lush liquid

I drink of your essence
before fast penetration
with ankles
that rest on my shoulders

eyes meet as I sliide
deep, cries beat my ears

consumed swallowed in the rivers mouth
that flows into an ocean
and this is divinity
forgive me if I think God is between your thighs
and I wish to sacrifice at the alter
my sweat,
my breath,
my heart beat
my seed .

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I feel I'm getting my appetite to write poetry back, which could be bad news for a world teetering on the edge of a catastrophe.
Pffft! What's the end of the world without a little self expression?
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tods an bogus are a coupl'a liars. porn indeed there's art here.
I was just thinking the same thing. And it's too early for my brain to normally be processing yet but both of them gave me a kick start for the day.
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Morning After

Sloughing sex from shoulders
rolled back to release
stress, rebuilding in ponderance
of last night when that tongue
explored every last silk-edged
fold, each swollen mouthful
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a willing cock and God!
Those shoulders scream for a palm
smoothed over tight muscles
to blur the lines between skin
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Old 05-18-2014, 05:39 PM   #10
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Hands hold your wrist overhead
bear down with strength to pin
your lust in place, as you rub
against my thigh
a smear of desire slides down the swell of my quad

A smirk lights my face as I ravage your flaunted chest , tounge laps at the base of your breasts as you squirm and wriggle

A giggle and clipped cry as I nibble on a nipple a quick flit before the heat of my breath works down to your navel, the swell of my bulging cock slides down your thigh rock hard rigidity tinged with the touch of soft flesh,

the tendons under my fingers vibrate a fury that rages,
ardent intention fires the desires deep inside you,
I tease in limbo between the want of your mouth and the demands of your pussy

my hand runs down the inside of your arm, the callouses on my palm rasp as didgets pass your shoulder and slide over to your lips, a finger gently follows the ridges and slips down yet further, apply gentle firm pressure squeze a moan from the home of acapella

Trace the oval shape of your core
oh to taste you in this state a hiss as I paint with licks and kiss the trail down to your pelvis line

My free hand deft and sure traces the ticklish place around your entrance where you will accept me inside.
a battering ram into willing want my tongue tastes as a serpent flickering stutter that makes you mutter
take me,

I part your folds to sup on your pearl as fingers find the way inside
devoured by your hunger,
smooth soft heat engulfs and swallows as your hips drive down on to penetration
then up onto clitoral stimulation

Your heat burns like a star , fingers stretch to
find a feel of g-spot inside, a rough ridge of pulse that tingles as my tongue mingles the taste of you.

can you dance on the verge as I urge you to cum, the precipice looms as every up, and every down flays the frayed edges of your exstacy,

it's all organic baby
those oh's you groan
the tone you
yes

slow
waves show
how close you
are to flow over
that slope slips
crashes
as hips mash lush liquid

I drink of your essence
before fast penetration
with ankles
that rest on my shoulders

eyes meet as I sliide
deep, cries beat my ears

consumed swallowed in the rivers mouth
that flows into an ocean
and this is divinity
forgive me if I think God is between your thighs
and I wish to sacrifice at the alter
my sweat,
my breath,
my heart beat
my seed .

Yet again your writing has struck me down and attacked all my senses. I read and I breathed every word, felt every emotion, and lived every line. The pictures that you painted were not only 3-dimensional but also animated. I do not lie when I say that your words made my eyes water, as well as, shall I admit to, a little damp elsewhere. If I dare compare, I would say you have a style to your writing that makes me want to dust off my Shakespearean Sonnets, but obviously your writing has far more grit.
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Old 05-18-2014, 05:54 PM   #11
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Sophie's Vagina

rumours say Sophie shaved her vagina
or should that be vulva, pudendum or pubis?
it’s difficult to intellectualize, when
your mind is swimming below waist height
a dog sniffing around at random, searching
for a morsel, or even better, some bitch in heat
you know, you’ve been there too, don’t deny it
it keeps your mind occupied and who knows
someone always wins the lottery

her porcelain pubis polished to a mirror
a V pointing between her thighs, the cut
which keeps you awake at night, your face
reflecting back, with a gash between your eyes
this concerns you more than the boot, pressed
down upon your sternum, the weight of the world
squeezing your bellows chest of oxygen
pumping hard and making no headway
it’s the impossible vision, more an ideology

I studied Karl Marx for the betting averages
asked Frederick Engels for his opinion
‘Freedom is the recognition of necessity’
everyone needs a distraction, a hope
I applied this reasoning to shaved vaginas
boxes full, like harvested mussels, puckering
a field of failed last dying words, bubbles
inflating then deflating, moribund explanations
you may imagine Sophie’s smooth pudendum
but in the end all it is, is politics


'...like harvested mussels, puckering
a field of failed last dying words...'

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Old 05-18-2014, 07:27 PM   #12
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Morning After

Sloughing sex from shoulders
rolled back to release
stress, rebuilding in ponderance
of last night when that tongue
explored every last silk-edged
fold, each swollen mouthful
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a willing cock and God!
Those shoulders scream for a palm
smoothed over tight muscles
to blur the lines between skin
and thoroughly hardened bone.
hmmm, linguistically speaking this could be read as:
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a willing cock
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a God
or God willing (and he must have been), his cock
who you been screwin?
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Cheek and tits pressed to the wall
Hands pressed beneath one of his
Furious fumbling of button
and zipper
Hurry for fucks sake
My mouth or pussy cry
Clumsy entry
Then the push
Being impaled
on heaven's gate
Batter them/me open
Hand buried in my hair
Yeah, that's it
Ride us there
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Cheek and tits pressed to to wall
Hands pressed beneath one of his
Furious fumbling of button
and zipper
Hurry for fucks sake
My mouth or pussy cry
Clumsy entry
Then the push
Being impaled
on heaven's gate
Batter them/me open
Hand buried in my hair
Yeah, that's it
Ride us there
A hand slaps
a crack
redden a print of passion
that rages as you urge harder

Don't ask why as ass flashes,
a sewing machine has nothing on me
the arch in your back deepens
dimples indent
claws sink into hips
hair slicked in sweat that sticks
to your face
for once you don't care to flick it back

thought merges into sensation
and nothing but the feel of penetration
registers

come with me
to the point of no return
and we burn for
that moment
when mouths open
and vent what has been pent up


Fall onto your face
gasp and breathe
deep
as my nails
gently scratch the stinging marks
of my hand prints

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tods, i'll need to come to these fresh (if you'll pardon the awful pun) but i will, and post my thinking. briefly, for me, the first hits its stride when you make the words work harder by using brevity in the second half. that's not to say there's not good stuff in the earlier parts. i do need to reread it with a clearer head to offer anything worth saying.
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Old 05-19-2014, 08:48 PM   #16
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tods, i'll need to come to these fresh (if you'll pardon the awful pun) but i will, and post my thinking. briefly, for me, the first hits its stride when you make the words work harder by using brevity in the second half. that's not to say there's not good stuff in the earlier parts. i do need to reread it with a clearer head to offer anything worth saying.
Are you complaining about too much foreplay
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A hand slaps
a crack
redden a print of passion
that rages as you urge harder

Don't ask why as ass flashes,
a sewing machine has nothing on me
the arch in your back deepens
dimples indent
claws sink into hips
hair slicked in sweat that sticks
to your face
for once you don't care to flick it back

thought merges into sensation
and nothing but the feel of penetration
registers

come with me
to the point of no return
and we burn for
that moment
when mouths open
and vent what has been pent up


Fall onto your face
gasp and breathe
deep
as my nails
gently scratch the stinging marks
of my hand prints
This takes me through start to finish. I can see the image clearly. The sweat, the loss of breath, the total absorption.
The beginning starts suddenly and then quickly moves onto the next set of lines...much like the startle of the slap on the ass. The gentle nails dragging across reddened flesh a reminder of how fast it all ignited.
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hmmm, linguistically speaking this could be read as:
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a willing cock
of salty orgasm induced at the end
of a God
or God willing (and he must have been), his cock
who you been screwin?
Ahhh Baby, I been screwin' with you! And anyone else who reads my words.
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Ahhh Baby, I been screwin' with you! And anyone else who reads my words.
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nicest thing anyone ever said to me in 10 years
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A hand slaps
a crack
redden a print of passion
that rages as you urge harder

Don't ask why as ass flashes,
a sewing machine has nothing on me
the arch in your back deepens
dimples indent
claws sink into hips
hair slicked in sweat that sticks
to your face
for once you don't care to flick it back

thought merges into sensation
and nothing but the feel of penetration
registers

come with me
to the point of no return
and we burn for
that moment
when mouths open
and vent what has been pent up


Fall onto your face
gasp and breathe
deep
as my nails
gently scratch the stinging marks
of my hand prints
The scratching
of reddened flesh
makes inner muscles
clench
awakening
new cravings

Nipples harden and ache
to be suckled and supped upon
while I hunger for
a pacifier of my own
soft moist flesh
that tastes of the ocean

I swim in anticipation as nails
follow the trail of sweat
rising on shaky knees
I croon and sway
until you slide beneath me
and I spy my dessert

I take in the whole of it
savoring the salt and tang
as fingers glide over
my folds, spreading
opening
finally teasing

In slow divine spirals
as you take your first
taste of ambrosia
sending spent
but hungry muscles
into spasms of clench and release

My hips rise and
back arches
in a plea
that you answer
with long thick
digits

A moan escapes as I
release my pacifier
and bury my face
in the join of your legs
inhaling your scent
as you probe my depths
in our joint quest
to satiate my renewed hunger

I suck in your most tender
flesh
as bones warn
of the coming tide
and I am pulled under
by the waves that
you created
with your beautiful hands
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The scratching
of reddened flesh
makes inner muscles
clench
awakening
new cravings

Nipples harden and ache
to be suckled and supped upon
while I hunger for
a pacifier of my own
soft moist flesh
that tastes of the ocean

I swim in anticipation as nails
follow the trail of sweat
rising on shaky knees
I croon and sway
until you slide beneath me
and I spy my dessert

I take in the whole of it
savoring the salt and tang
as fingers glide over
my folds, spreading
opening
finally teasing

In slow divine spirals
as you take your first
taste of ambrosia
sending spent
but hungry muscles
into spasms of clench and release

My hips rise and
back arches
in a plea
that you answer
with long thick
digits

A moan escapes as I
release my pacifier
and bury my face
in the join of your legs
inhaling your scent
as you probe my depths
in our joint quest
to satiate my renewed hunger

I suck in your most tender
flesh
as bones warn
of the coming tide
and I am pulled under
by the waves that
you created
with your beautiful hands
it's all raw, rubbed and sucked
licked, tongued and rammed
to the point of exhaustion

my intent is bent by the loss of breath
and so I lay back guide
you onto my dull root

sway
as a gentle breeze
that sighs through the trees
birch bark and blooms of wattle
whispered russtle of leaves

the breeze stiffens into a wind
as it howls
the root is firm and buried deep
rain trickles to
soak the ground
in pools of wanton wet
saturation

the earth grinds
and thrusts up
unearthing the tree
and bursts a shower
of thick sap
and the root wilts

to grow when buried again
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it's all raw, rubbed and sucked
licked, tongued and rammed
to the point of exhaustion

my intent is bent by the loss of breath
and so I lay back guide
you onto my dull root

sway
as a gentle breeze
that sighs through the trees
birch bark and blooms of wattle
whispered russtle of leaves

the breeze stiffens into a wind
as it howls
the root is firm and buried deep
rain trickles to
soak the ground
in pools of wanton wet
saturation

the earth grinds
and thrusts up
unearthing the tree
and bursts a shower
of thick sap
and the root wilts

to grow when buried again
I've seen the growth
Of your most intimate
Self
It has made my eyes widen
My head bow with
Respect
Fear, I am no match
For what you bring to
Bare
But I peek again
Unable to control my
Fascination
I want to drink in its heft
And abundance with wanton
Abandon
I know however, that I am no size queen
You're more than I can
Accommodate


~slowly, sadly, backs away~
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Greedy

Greedy I am
I want it all
Short and round
Or lean and tall

I wear a blindfold
So I can't see
The nameless ones
Who pleasure me

I don't need a face
To make me feel hot
Give what you want
I'll take what you've got

It's hands that I want
All over my skin
Every inch, every crevice
Is aching to begin

Yes! There and there
And oh my God, there
Who are they
I really don't care

Every nerve is alive
And screaming for touch
I want it all
And I want it so much

Say what you like
And do what you will
Just please don't stop
Until I've had my fill
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I was on top.
One hand planted on your sweaty chest
the other grinding my lust down
until it was gone, like dust.
I couldn't wait to fake it for you.
All I wanted was your cock;
and your soul,
but your love is nothing more than a fading handprint on my ass.
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I was on top.
One hand planted on your sweaty chest
the other grinding my lust down
until it was gone, like dust.
I couldn't wait to fake it for you.
All I wanted was your cock;
and your soul,
but your love is nothing more than a fading handprint on my ass.
Sorry I can't say why exactly, but I like this, a lot.
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