just porn

[bogusagain]

edited

 

[twelveoone]

OMG
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.

 

[bogusagain]

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.

 

[butters]

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*

 

[butters]

tods an bogus are a coupl'a liars. porn indeed there's art here.

 

[Matryoshka]

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?

 

[Matryoshka]

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.

 

[champagne1982]

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.

 

[HoneyAdored]

Edited

 

[HoneyAdored]

Intelligent and politically correct

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...'

-This made me squeal out load

 

[twelveoone]

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?

 

[Trixareforkids]

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[butters]

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.

 

[Matryoshka]

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.

 

[champagne1982]

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.

 

[twelveoone]

Ahhh Baby, I been screwin' with you! And anyone else who reads my words.

oooooooh
nicest thing anyone ever said to me in 10 years
10 Glor-yus years

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[Trixareforkids]

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[Trixareforkids]

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[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

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.

 

[Trixareforkids]

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.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[bogusagain]

a look of stretched chewing gum
sweet meat on bone, a rack of ribs
fried eggs sunny side up, a downy peach
for someone with a famine victim figure
she looks like a mighty fine feast

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Swirling cinnamon sugared lips,
with cold milk kisses;
even breakfast makes me want to fuck you.

 

[Tsotha]

maybe trace a poem on her clit
With your tongue, something
to make her wet
then whisper it in her ear
while she begs to be finished

It better not be a haiku, then.