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flyguy69
Arch Angel
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Patient summer peers long
into the days of June, creases
at the corners of his eyes just beginning
to show. His breath is ripe
with ardent growth, his mouth full
of invitation.
There is time.
Set down the tasks of spring, tarry
in the green and glowing light
pulled into the evening. Let us wrap
ourselves in heat and insect chorus, fill
our lungs with nectar-
laden air. Beneath an arbor
of interlaced fingers our cares drop
like clothing. Here there are lips
and sighs stretched long into the night.
into the days of June, creases
at the corners of his eyes just beginning
to show. His breath is ripe
with ardent growth, his mouth full
of invitation.
There is time.
Set down the tasks of spring, tarry
in the green and glowing light
pulled into the evening. Let us wrap
ourselves in heat and insect chorus, fill
our lungs with nectar-
laden air. Beneath an arbor
of interlaced fingers our cares drop
like clothing. Here there are lips
and sighs stretched long into the night.
wildsweetone
i am what i am
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I'm tempted to sit here 'writing live'
what's the point though?
why would i sit typing tyripe
just so that others can see i'm not really
that perfect
lol
i can tell you now any, way, no one thinks i'm perfect
well, maybe one or two do but then
they're biased
what do they know of the real me?
maybe it should be, what does everyone else know
of the real me.
now you know how bad my typoes are
how my fingers type faster than my brain
and how DARN HARD it is to NOT toubh the
BACKSPACE key to fix theose instant mistakes!
At least i know how to edit,
i just need more ...wait that should be
at least i know how to proofread!
editing is a neverending job
and now that i've waffled,
it's time to hit that nasty lookin'
submit SUBMIT button
before i make a complete arse of - try ass of
myself
i sure suck at writing live these days
lol
but i needed the giggle
what's the point though?
why would i sit typing tyripe
just so that others can see i'm not really
that perfect
lol
i can tell you now any, way, no one thinks i'm perfect
well, maybe one or two do but then
they're biased
what do they know of the real me?
maybe it should be, what does everyone else know
of the real me.
now you know how bad my typoes are
how my fingers type faster than my brain
and how DARN HARD it is to NOT toubh the
BACKSPACE key to fix theose instant mistakes!
At least i know how to edit,
i just need more ...wait that should be
at least i know how to proofread!
editing is a neverending job
and now that i've waffled,
it's time to hit that nasty lookin'
submit SUBMIT button
before i make a complete arse of - try ass of
myself
i sure suck at writing live these days
lol
but i needed the giggle
4degrees
Literotica Guru
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always live and passioned
unplanned intense
unmentionables
you think i think to
make it look balanced?
never
but sometimes its
just luck,
it somewhat looks
deliberate
but mostly
most often its
nothing more than
the thought of you
driving me
another declairation
of deep rooted inclination
under a big summer moon.
unplanned intense
unmentionables
you think i think to
make it look balanced?
never
but sometimes its
just luck,
it somewhat looks
deliberate
but mostly
most often its
nothing more than
the thought of you
driving me
another declairation
of deep rooted inclination
under a big summer moon.
Angeline
Poet Chick
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4degrees said:
For me it is jazz
thinking, mind lets go
of logic, wanders phrase
in different keys, dissonance
and harmony stand up,
sit down and always music
in my head that takes me
dancing in the skin
of memories and I
extrapolate and I create
whatever sings in me.
oh jeez... well here goes...
I'm sorry
I was willing time to stop
as you leaned forward to make a note,
but your blouse was my accomplice.
It checked to see you unaware
then devulged a secret.
That you carried with you
such secret-sweet flesh.
And with all that it was
all that I could tie into it
time, quite simply, would not cooperate.
ok i admit it: I hit "backspace" a couple of times, too
i promise not to next time
I'm sorry
I was willing time to stop
as you leaned forward to make a note,
but your blouse was my accomplice.
It checked to see you unaware
then devulged a secret.
That you carried with you
such secret-sweet flesh.
And with all that it was
all that I could tie into it
time, quite simply, would not cooperate.
ok i admit it: I hit "backspace" a couple of times, too
i promise not to next time
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darkmaas
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I put my watch
on my right arm
to confuse my left brain
was it so wrong?
It caught your hair
made you squeal
then curse
then look perplexed
why? you said
oh never mind
I'm late already
and you left
Time flies
when your watch
is right but wrong
on my right arm
to confuse my left brain
was it so wrong?
It caught your hair
made you squeal
then curse
then look perplexed
why? you said
oh never mind
I'm late already
and you left
Time flies
when your watch
is right but wrong
WickedEve
save an apple, eat eve
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iron is restless in a night room. bed curves
unclad and arcs cold
above slumber where he shuteyes
threadbare dreams--maybe a turnip picker
some place greener than the hollow.
a man simple in nod,
waking before sun
to drive metal into the earth.
unclad and arcs cold
above slumber where he shuteyes
threadbare dreams--maybe a turnip picker
some place greener than the hollow.
a man simple in nod,
waking before sun
to drive metal into the earth.
WickedEve
save an apple, eat eve
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into the quick,
those slips of living,
he comes--
druwick with cool eyes.
now don't we despise
moon eyes,
those eyes?
a slight be known to him
from sixty-six paces.
first named us slights
in the chant of night,
and he can divide us
from screechers
and creatures, with a squint,
then saucer wides.
don't blink.
there be a druwick.
see those eyes,
his moon eyes.
those slips of living,
he comes--
druwick with cool eyes.
now don't we despise
moon eyes,
those eyes?
a slight be known to him
from sixty-six paces.
first named us slights
in the chant of night,
and he can divide us
from screechers
and creatures, with a squint,
then saucer wides.
don't blink.
there be a druwick.
see those eyes,
his moon eyes.
ruminator
An unusual mind
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I picked the first one I saw
ignoring the rest,
for now
to follow the spirit of the law
Normally I shuffle through
a stack of
identical items
searching for one that will do
Curiously the challenge crept
around me
but no stranger style
sans stamina she slept.
Rummaging a drawer of thought
ideas patiently idle
till now
this unyielding deadline brought.
Editless? I gasped and laughed
at the assumption
I would
rethink my thoughts once passed.
To finish any work I start
the challenge
stays the same
know when to close the heart/
woohoooo.......hey, can I change something?
ignoring the rest,
for now
to follow the spirit of the law
Normally I shuffle through
a stack of
identical items
searching for one that will do
Curiously the challenge crept
around me
but no stranger style
sans stamina she slept.
Rummaging a drawer of thought
ideas patiently idle
till now
this unyielding deadline brought.
Editless? I gasped and laughed
at the assumption
I would
rethink my thoughts once passed.
To finish any work I start
the challenge
stays the same
know when to close the heart/
woohoooo.......hey, can I change something?
WickedEve
save an apple, eat eve
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with laces untwined,
boots fall away.
they flew away--
a broken cock across the room.
toes and arches,
my boy's having
ohh, ahh, mmm,
with my walk-all-over-you soles.
baa-bee,
the pinky.
don't omit smallest love
from our scene,
stroked and painted,
sweat bleeding in its corners.
now curl your fuck-tongue between
and i'll kick for you.
give me bruised kisses.
boots fall away.
they flew away--
a broken cock across the room.
toes and arches,
my boy's having
ohh, ahh, mmm,
with my walk-all-over-you soles.
baa-bee,
the pinky.
don't omit smallest love
from our scene,
stroked and painted,
sweat bleeding in its corners.
now curl your fuck-tongue between
and i'll kick for you.
give me bruised kisses.
postobitum
Temporary Lit Hermit
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- 179
Geez, here goes.
Already settled on the idea
of celibacy well into infancy
despite the lure of freshly washed,
sweetly dripping cock
wandering around the bedroom
in search of underwear.
Despite the manly man smells
in the pits and falls of work out clothes
languishing in the laundry room,
awaiting my tide of cleanliness.
Despite the mention and vision
of porn on the background
and Angelina's tits cleverly used
as my mouse pointer
(manipulative devil, you.)
It surpised me too
when the girl went to bed on her own
and left us alone for once...
I don't even know how
we got naked or when,
but we were and we did
and fisting's so much fun.
We should do it again before the next one gets here.
Already settled on the idea
of celibacy well into infancy
despite the lure of freshly washed,
sweetly dripping cock
wandering around the bedroom
in search of underwear.
Despite the manly man smells
in the pits and falls of work out clothes
languishing in the laundry room,
awaiting my tide of cleanliness.
Despite the mention and vision
of porn on the background
and Angelina's tits cleverly used
as my mouse pointer
(manipulative devil, you.)
It surpised me too
when the girl went to bed on her own
and left us alone for once...
I don't even know how
we got naked or when,
but we were and we did
and fisting's so much fun.
We should do it again before the next one gets here.
average gina
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
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- Posts
- 345
no
not there
where i ache
and the air presses
infused with humid impulses
please
not there
where your touch
will steal my breath
and shock my soul
oh
right there
where your lips
are molten lava
and your touch blackens
yes
right there
I'm so not good at the erotic poetry....
not there
where i ache
and the air presses
infused with humid impulses
please
not there
where your touch
will steal my breath
and shock my soul
oh
right there
where your lips
are molten lava
and your touch blackens
yes
right there
I'm so not good at the erotic poetry....
Angeline
Poet Chick
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- 27,434
yes here
in every fearless moment
tripped from the foot of the bed
because everything is option,
because yes lives here,
calls the plays, insists
on no disguise.
yes tatoos itself alive, scraping
on your thighs, ups the ante.
yes flies through windows
of denial. yes is sun, a treasure
of truth--that naked beam
when every word is flawless
as it seems, when you
fill your palms with the yes
of me.
in every fearless moment
tripped from the foot of the bed
because everything is option,
because yes lives here,
calls the plays, insists
on no disguise.
yes tatoos itself alive, scraping
on your thighs, ups the ante.
yes flies through windows
of denial. yes is sun, a treasure
of truth--that naked beam
when every word is flawless
as it seems, when you
fill your palms with the yes
of me.
The_Fool
smiling for the camera
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What says yes better
That a smile that reaches the eyes?
Tempted by a simple touch
That leaves a lingering
Trail down his arm
Evoking thoughts, deep breaths
Moments meet and part
With a meeting of lips
That part with smiles
And hidden meanings
That a smile that reaches the eyes?
Tempted by a simple touch
That leaves a lingering
Trail down his arm
Evoking thoughts, deep breaths
Moments meet and part
With a meeting of lips
That part with smiles
And hidden meanings
Angeline
Poet Chick
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The day shifts in
and out of gear
in moments of coffee,
and yellow light,
the creak of feet on steps,
voices and spaces, walls
of ediface composed
in pleasantry
or simply enclosed.
I can't explain
how the tilt of your face
or your widening eyes
are a daily surprize
recalled anew as if
every moment of home
had unlocked itself
from other years
to reside in a smile.
and out of gear
in moments of coffee,
and yellow light,
the creak of feet on steps,
voices and spaces, walls
of ediface composed
in pleasantry
or simply enclosed.
I can't explain
how the tilt of your face
or your widening eyes
are a daily surprize
recalled anew as if
every moment of home
had unlocked itself
from other years
to reside in a smile.
RhymeFairy
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all i am
smile at me
let me feel
you happiness
take my hand
hold it gentle
sweetly
to your heart
look into my eyes
feel the love
hope
for all we have
will have
feel my arms
around you
cuddling you close
warmth of us
ride with me
to the end of time
feeling my love
for you
take me
as i am
for
all i am
is yours...
smile at me
let me feel
you happiness
take my hand
hold it gentle
sweetly
to your heart
look into my eyes
feel the love
hope
for all we have
will have
feel my arms
around you
cuddling you close
warmth of us
ride with me
to the end of time
feeling my love
for you
take me
as i am
for
all i am
is yours...
4degrees
Literotica Guru
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live
wired and strung
up and wound tight
pushing passion
to the hilt
no guilt
its perfectly perfect
share in perversion
no censored version
for you
for you
are one who
knows this just
like i do. deep, asleep,
subconcious dream
that rolls round
the clock
its all you.
wired and strung
up and wound tight
pushing passion
to the hilt
no guilt
its perfectly perfect
share in perversion
no censored version
for you
for you
are one who
knows this just
like i do. deep, asleep,
subconcious dream
that rolls round
the clock
its all you.
Spending time with family
The young ones sweet and innocent
Niece's daughters ages 1 and 4
The four year old has a tantrum rolling on the floor.
I try to placate her.
I try to imitate her.
I try to figure out what is going on
Between those innocent eyes.
When suddenly she blurts
With words so stark that they hurt
How she wants to make a tent
Like mommy.
How she wants a boy on top
Like mommy with daddy on top
In their tent on their bed.
Suddenly I know what is going on
Between those innocent eyes...
The young ones sweet and innocent
Niece's daughters ages 1 and 4
The four year old has a tantrum rolling on the floor.
I try to placate her.
I try to imitate her.
I try to figure out what is going on
Between those innocent eyes.
When suddenly she blurts
With words so stark that they hurt
How she wants to make a tent
Like mommy.
How she wants a boy on top
Like mommy with daddy on top
In their tent on their bed.
Suddenly I know what is going on
Between those innocent eyes...
RhymeFairy
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The Fox
crickets chirping long cold night
trees sway, bending with might
frogs skimming on a creeks lost bed
ruffley night owls, rushing out to be fed
misty haze creeping over the hills
sinking low, sending out it's chills
camp fires glowing, crackling pops
squirrels jumping from trees to rocks
midnight's fairies come flying out
making their rounds, to see who is about
sprinkling all with a magical dust from above
sending out nothing but goodness and love
simplistic rations they do handle with care
making sure all is honest and fair
cunningly the fox sneaks, hides behind a bush
hoping the smallest fairy he can jump and push
trusty lil badger see the whole thing
this path, he sees, nothing good will bring
off to get his brother, he slides through the night
knowing with him, he can win the fight
fairy queen knows and sees this all unfold
telling the other fairies, the fox they did scold
be good to others we tell you right now
or you know what ... we will turn you into a cow
the moral of the story is simple and true
be good to others, and they shall be good to you...
crickets chirping long cold night
trees sway, bending with might
frogs skimming on a creeks lost bed
ruffley night owls, rushing out to be fed
misty haze creeping over the hills
sinking low, sending out it's chills
camp fires glowing, crackling pops
squirrels jumping from trees to rocks
midnight's fairies come flying out
making their rounds, to see who is about
sprinkling all with a magical dust from above
sending out nothing but goodness and love
simplistic rations they do handle with care
making sure all is honest and fair
cunningly the fox sneaks, hides behind a bush
hoping the smallest fairy he can jump and push
trusty lil badger see the whole thing
this path, he sees, nothing good will bring
off to get his brother, he slides through the night
knowing with him, he can win the fight
fairy queen knows and sees this all unfold
telling the other fairies, the fox they did scold
be good to others we tell you right now
or you know what ... we will turn you into a cow
the moral of the story is simple and true
be good to others, and they shall be good to you...
average gina
Really Really Experienced
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- Posts
- 345
This came on the fly after the first line came up...
What the hell is a good fuck any damn way?
Where I love you's surface as they slowly sway?
Or where you drill it and hold nothing at bay?
When you work that cunt for the fourth time that day...
When you pound her like it's a debt she must pay?
When she clamps you down demanding that you stay?
How when she cums, she jumps up and screams, "Yay!"
Where you're spooning and thrusting as you two lay?
So many answers to the question, I must say...
What the hell is a good fuck any damn way?
What the hell is a good fuck any damn way?
Where I love you's surface as they slowly sway?
Or where you drill it and hold nothing at bay?
When you work that cunt for the fourth time that day...
When you pound her like it's a debt she must pay?
When she clamps you down demanding that you stay?
How when she cums, she jumps up and screams, "Yay!"
Where you're spooning and thrusting as you two lay?
So many answers to the question, I must say...
What the hell is a good fuck any damn way?
4degrees
Literotica Guru
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- Posts
- 5,860
live
at 3 54 EST
am
thinking of
a good fuck
but a good fuck
fades without so much
as a wave
or a goodbye kiss
when that in fucking credible
fuck appears
like backwards smoke
getting thicker instead
of thinner
i see nothing else
we have a winn-a...
with that
in
fucking
credible
just being icing on
the sweetest cake
i've ever known
live and
feeling
real
reeling in
the mental
picture perfect
owner of my heart
at 3 54 EST
am
thinking of
a good fuck
but a good fuck
fades without so much
as a wave
or a goodbye kiss
when that in fucking credible
fuck appears
like backwards smoke
getting thicker instead
of thinner
i see nothing else
we have a winn-a...
with that
in
fucking
credible
just being icing on
the sweetest cake
i've ever known
live and
feeling
real
reeling in
the mental
picture perfect
owner of my heart
RhymeFairy
Literotica Guru
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- Posts
- 8,719
passion explored
take me
bend me to your whim
whips-chains
there all the same
all your might
control in hand
master of the mind
manipulations friend
moaning with guttural shouts
candles hot wax
cuffs with no keys
from behind you please
blindfolded within darkness
nipple pins hardened
turning of the screw
bolted to the wall
double entrance nice-tight
objects of lust moaning
slamming such force
complete
take me
bend me to your whim
whips-chains
there all the same
all your might
control in hand
master of the mind
manipulations friend
moaning with guttural shouts
candles hot wax
cuffs with no keys
from behind you please
blindfolded within darkness
nipple pins hardened
turning of the screw
bolted to the wall
double entrance nice-tight
objects of lust moaning
slamming such force
complete
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