zebra
zebra
1 day ago

she viewed the sword blade
coming out of the floor      
and whispered      
i need this            
pulling her panties down      
    
watch me drill my self to death
for you my beloved      
her vulva swollen      
drooling      
nipples and eyes radiant      
as she sauntered to the upright blade      
carefully placing her anus over it      
looking at me sweetly      
saying      
i should do my ass      
don't you think      
smiling      
yes please do it slow my love      
i want to savor you my darling      
          
at first she stood over it      
on flexed tippy toes      
careful to position herself just so      
running her soft fingers over the blade      
willfully cutting them      
and slowly bringing her slender slit hand      
to her lips          
with pink tongue licks    
like blood diamonds      
in cherry red saliva      
swallowing          
and then smiling      
standing over the tip of the blade      
          
she said      
holding my self up is such a bother      
im sure if i let go      
gravity will help      
this blade  
slide right through      
tender little me      
ooooooooow      
          
i asked      
do you want drugs for pain      
no she  protested      
i need to feel  
every stitch      
every tearing inch          
    
she lifted her arms      
like a ballerina      
forming a rainbow arch      
looked straight ahead      
unflinching      
and descended slowly upon the blade      
our eyes transfixed upon each other      
her face resolute      
perspiring      
giving way to a hideous twist        
she a contorted kabuki      
a raging storm    
languishing    
in hooked embrace    
of eros and thantos    
a charmed grotesque        
          
trussed in a gauze wrap      
fuck      
kill the little bitch      
she called to hell      
blood and a little excrement      
slid down her milky thighs      
a helpless resignation          
          
am i pretty yet      
she quivered      
as she released her stance        
and let gravity      
do its ghastly work      
    
shall i finish this she asked      
for dark thrills embrace          
yes do it i called out          
tears falling like sapphire mist    
undo yourself with grace    
          
she extended her arm towards me        
with her sweet blood drenched hands      
and then in slow motion      
she fell through the blade      
up her center      
like she was      
buttery gruyere      
blood gushed      
face ivory white      
twisted      
the floor washed    
in pomegranate and rust      
puddling at her feet      
          
she whispered      
im dead soon      
let me have      
jelly cock      
i slipped in her mouth        
she looked up tenderly
aglow like      
midnight on fire          
          
i grabbed her drooping  head,
forcing her downwards      
impaling tremulous mouth and throat      
her eyes fluttered      
and blinked      
as she drank me      
    
and then a long stare      
eyes wide    
a grateful gaping horror  
before leaning into the blood stained floor      
a slumping spire  
dissolute        
thumping like an echo      
          
im hypnotized      
as she looks on blink-less  
a mesmerizing shell        
as if to say        
ohhh my darling      
am i not your sweet clamoring      
whore of death          
still loving you  
in my reckless way      
use me my love            
devour me          
          
she dissolved      
like white sugar    
in the heat of summer balm      
uttering          
her last words      
as if pure spirit      
        
there are those who dare      
to give themselves permission    
to entwine      
desire and death    
an eroticism rooted      
in the irreducible discontinuity of life..      
          
i consumed her entrails      
i licked the blood and excrement from her tender feet      
i ate her tongue and eyes      
i pulled her off the sword      
dragged her leaking corpse    
over my naked  body      
like a blanket          
to drown my self      
in her death      
caressing her till darkness came over me      
          
let them find us i whispered      
in her sloping      
hollow mouth      
our bodies fused in each others      
her corpse melted over mine      
like blood butter      
          
dread on dread      
o so dead      
princess perfect and i in bed

My poems remain explorations of the subconscious erotic
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again  you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
#death  #sex  #adult  #explicit  © zebra    love poems • death poems • sadomasochism poems • sexual poems • explicit poems
Delaney
Delaney
5 days ago

if every year of my life
were a chapter
and I could only remove one
from my story:
I would tear out chapter 14.

I would rip all the pages,
mutilate beyond repair,
shred. Shred shred shred
burn burn burn until
nothing was left but ashes.

14, when I was naive.
14, when I thought kissing a boy
would make even me think that I
was straight, 14
when a hot summer event suddenly
burned me hotter than the sun
ever could, because
at 14, a boy I called friend
didn’t listen.

14, he’s in my house,
14, he’s in my room,
14, he’s on top of me,
14, he’s forcing his way in me and I…
I am telling him to stop.

14, my cries go ignored,
14, he’s stronger than me,
14, my parents aren’t home,
14, I didn’t tell anyone he was coming,
14, he could hurt me if I run,
14…where would I even run to?

Shame; Shame because 14
is the story of when I said stop…
and then stopped trying to stop
what I wanted to stop and had asked
for to stop in the first place but
he did not listen to the word
‘stop.’

14, when fear paralyzed me.
14, when what was less than an hour
felt like a lifetime. 14
was crying when he finally left,
14 was seeing blood and knowing
it wasn’t my menstrual cycle.
14 was when my whole life
changed.

In chapter 14 I had innocence
stolen. In 14 I started high school;
where I had two classes with him
everyday.

14 was acting like it was fine,
I was fine, it was all fine,
until it wasn’t, and
14 was police reports and questions
and being accused of lying,
14 was “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”
But we are chapters away from that now and
justice has never once been applied, and
he roams free and
I still feel trapped under his body.

Chapter 14 would be entitled
“Rape”
and I would erase it from my story
if only such an action
were possible.

(d.d.b)

This is likely the most personal thing I've ever written.
#sexual   #rape   #warning   #trigger   #assault  
Rose L
Rose L
6 days ago

Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.

I tried to create a parallel in this between illness and sex. I hope it shows!
#love   #blood   #sex   #killing   #murder   #horror   #scary   #sexual   #bdsm   #violent  
M Harris
M Harris
7 days ago

Erotic Escapades & Moonlight Serenades,
The Crystal Apparitions In Her Sanctified Masquerade,

Paper Trails Breathing Under Water,
Out From The Ember, Her Seductions Conquer,

Silhouettes Of Her Castle Clouds,
Injecting Primal Instincts Out Loud,

Eleven Summers In Her Pseudo Emotive Desires,
Holographic Afterlights & Freezing Fires.

Twilight Light Bulbs Under The Liquid Nights,
Sexual Openings Of Her Sensory Delights,
Unfettered Mythomania & Kaleidoscopic Highs.
Opiate Verses Scattering Light.

Divine Impulses & Rainbow Divinity,
Spellbound Chaos In Her Dilated Virginity,
Intimate Enigmas Veiled In Shades Of Insanity,
Makeshift Empathy Resonating Sympathy,

Animated Specters Reflecting Crimson Streams,
Oceans Tides Pulsating In Her Silent Screams,

Static Reveries Of Her Cryptic Demise,
Textured Amplifications Emanating Chronic Lies.

- 03:04AM -

Think of nothing but this night.
The blooded stars, blue leaves and red trees...
Think of nothing...
Nothing but tonightt.

Close your eyes,
Relax your mind...
Unfold my lies
And everything'll be fine

My dick begins to rise
As my moist lips drag along your neck
My hand slides up your sides...
Contemplating left, right or back down to your thighs

Bite me
Force on the aggression
Grab me
Fuck, just simple persuasion.

The night just confides
As I pull your legs apart.
Squeezing your sides
Lifting you up on my hard dick

Biting your neck
As you moan aloud
Squeezing your breasts
As you gasp, with each insertion

Aggression but pure passion,
I throw you down.
And force my dick in your tight, warm pussy
Hearing you scream aloud, I fuck you deeply.

Open your grey eyes...
Realize it's just a poem.
Unfold my demise
And know this night will come.

The moon lies where the night lies.
#love   #lies   #eyes   #night   #sexual   #explicit   #horny  
M Harris
M Harris
Mar 11

Serenity Echoing In Reverse,
Stagnant Resolutions Choking Her Universe,
Submerging Her Dreams Into A Sterilized Verse.

Sedated In Perpetual Twilights,
Mechanical Love & Sexual Satellites,
She Whispers Essences Of Kryptonite.

Victim To A Perpetual Reaction,
She Transforms Into A Violet Abstraction,
Echoing Prismatic Deflections.

Technician To Her Own Serenades,
She Embraces Her Heartache Blockades,
Overdosing On Intoxicating Escapades.

Evoking Constellations Of His Ionized Memories,
She Overdoses On Comatose Reveries,
And Spectral Illusions Of Synthetic Stories.

Amplifications So Sacred & Profane,
Simulations Raving Into Codependent Stains,  
Fragmentations Entranced In Her Bulletproof Frames.

Cherub Starlight & Everlasting Gaze,
Transitions Fusing Into Astral Maze,
The Essence Of Ecstasy Of His Sentiments Sways.


- 04:27AM

in my dreams she was smiling,
a smell of her breath hits my skin,
and a touch of her hands began to slowly moved,
i began to see her glimpse of smile,
as she sway her hair in the air,
she grabbed my hands and kiss me slowly,
i embraced of not knowing a dream or fantasy,

i pressed my body against her body to the wall,
and slowly biting her lips and touch her tongue,
she moans slowly and after all its just another man's fantasy,
she says " Why do you stop suddenly",
then i replied " you were to  beautiful to break",

she hanged her hair against my neck,
demanded attention of a uncanny love,
pleaded the pleasure against my crotch,
i tasted her sweat from her skin,
slowly embraced her breasts,
feeling shallow and emptiness in my mind,
i drained all myself to her.

i never thought i wrote sexual stuff hope you enjoy it lol.
zebra
zebra
Feb 26

she said
being a feminist
i have forsaken the temples of normalcy
for dark gratifications and base seduction
and discovered that those who know the pleasures
of objectification
and frenzied erotic lucidity with strangers
are wiser then the children of  sweetness and light
as marriage betrays the need to satisfy
secret dark labyrinths desire
and in its place
repeats ad nauseum
blunt fortitudes
in dim sunless rooms
for fear of the transgressive

satans sex nail

is conventions essential creed
exhaustions hand maid
rendered imagine-less
bereft of the new
until a mere stand in
for true desire is left
like a starved ghost
on a dead moon
a desiccated morsel
left for a hungry mouse

is romantic marriage a poetic conception
by love starved victorian imbeciles
vanquished in increments
by petty spats of blood and thunder
who know not the joys of the whips blood toothed kisses
purgation's brutal sensuality
and a creel
of ramming butter cock gang bangs
in secret fetish gardens
of cries and coos
that leave the ass wilted
and the soul lite
like a butterfly in heaven

slave girl asks
as hips sway
to sacred dionysian storms
in the smoldering pangs
of the heart
as backs writhe and arch
flex and sweat rhapsodic
and viscera panic with desire

are not such delicious degradations
pleasures ravage despicable
cause for an ecstatic celebration
kindling
fiery vapors incense
en-flamed dragons blood
for drooling kisses
that talk in tongues
in a language that everyone understands
infinity preferred
over  the rolling eyes of disapproval
in the tepid marriage bed

#adult   #sexual   #explicit  

You can see it all from my window;
open wide, no blinds,
all at my window.

The show has begun.
Every night I headline,
dress then rewind; so fine.

Moonlight on skin;
sin invites our minds.
You strive to remain in hide,
outside my window.

Lust drives me and you.
Slow, ribbons flow down to my shoes;
heels, a seductive red.

On my bed, I relax.
Be my witness to climax,
from outside my window.

#love   #hide   #lust   #windows   #sex   #longing   #room   #sexual   #show   #intimate  

Leopard heels tap on the floor board.
Black lace stockings designed to thrill.
Those thighs send chills up mine,
curving inside.
Divine is her dress;
short to impress.
It flows up with each stride.

My eyes deny what is underneath;
moving past her hips, up to cleavage-
Two full cups of sugar I want to borrow.

Delightful is her bra;
a matching black peeks through red.
She looks so warm;
Lip gloss worn, gleaming in the light.
Quite luscious on her lips-

Her fingertips caress them,
feeling for a tongue.
Her eyes, an invitation for fun.
Caramel pupils dare me,
I am ready.

#girl   #lust   #sexual   #explicit  
 
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