i do love dat booty
k money
k money
May 9      May 10

i do love dat booty
it is so very fine
i want to eat that booty
and make it mine

#booty  
“Shake your booty!”
Melanie Wotherspoon
Melanie Wotherspoon
Jul 29      Jul 30

“Shake your booty!”
you said
so I did
and you shook so much
the laces came undone
and the sole almost split
down the beauty of its middle

It's what I now know was a
wow there we are”
out of booty experience

- Melanie Wotherspoon
#boots   #booty  
'dat booty''
amnesia
amnesia
Aug 2

her hair blows back in the breeze
as she strolls down the sidewalk
between all the trees
with a smile that reveals
every one of her teeth
and the dimples
of her red, freckled cheeks

she's an angel, i think
her divine, secretive lips
shine in their glossiness
begging me for a kiss

i stand aback, watching
mesmerized by her beauty
only able to muster the words
'dat booty''

- jared huskey

#angel   #smile   #lips   #trees   #hair   #breeze   #sidewalk   #cheeks   #dimples   #booty  
Jane Doe
Jane Doe
Aug 29, 2013

And we held each other
One last time
And pretended

d your thighs look when you sit down in booty shorts
RedWritingHood
RedWritingHood
Sep 1, 2013

it has been discovered
by yours truly
that no matter how bad your thighs look when you sit down in booty shorts
it's fucking worth it
you don't need to sit down anyway
you're a girl.
they'll take you standing up
or anywhere else
they can get you
just wear those booty shorts,
baby
they say

i got depressed in the middle of writing this

fucking fuck fucker.
uncircumcised booty in pillage.
Prabhu Iyer

Forlorn sheets fluttering in the winds
splattered in smoke and ruination,
empty the streets where she'd played lost:

Haunting her now among
shadows in the cell she's chained
to slavery
of the religious kind.

Beast more than beast these men that
stare in hubris awaiting their turn
to partake of infidel flesh.

Behold! The holy empire of God is here.

That morning she'd grown up -
blood between her thighs had
stopped her play,
and her chastity was proclaimed.
Selima must learn to respect men
and the ways of God and His
rules of modesty.

Now, as he grunts and groans
in holy pleasure as he mounts
her by turns, tied up at the altar
to be an example of how whored
the lot of the pagan and faithless be.

Mother, is this the modesty that
God commands of infidel women?

How merciful indeed is He that
He creates in faithful men a beastly craving
and provides too for them
uncircumcised booty in pillage.

Pardon my french, but this is gut-wrenching: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/iraq/11080165/Yazidi-girl-tells-of-horrific-ordeal-as-Isil-sex-slave.html
But I'm just your booty call,
Taylor Evans
Taylor Evans
May 4, 2013

I wish you would
Look into my eyes
As you thrust
Deep between my thighs

I wish you would kiss me
On the lips
The pair north
Of my hips

I wish you would hold me
Just for a moment or so
Before you get dressed
and say you gotta' go

I wish you cared
Or tried to love me
But I'm just your booty call,
And all you do is fuck me.

I'll just keep wishing my life away.

She's got a nice butt
but she's anything but nice

#love   #life   #girls   #booty  
Lua
Mar 24

X marks the spot with a kiss on the lips
That journeys toward their other exclusive location:
the treasure box between the hips.

Subliminal messaging.
#poem   #poetry   #original   #rhyme   #advice  
Bitsy Sanders
Bitsy Sanders
Aug 19, 2013      Aug 19, 2013

Listen,
I've got guilt choking all of my good juju.

I’m sorry I told you we’d hang out
just so I could come over
to watch Breaking Bad.
You know I need that
weekly crystalbluepersuasion.

I’m sorry I didn't sit on the porch steps
with you afterward
while you had your evening cigarette.
(I could have done that at least.)

I imagined you
sitting there
watching me
drive down the street &
out of your sight—
a lit cigarette hung limply from your lips.

I felt your disappointment &
I cursed my mother for teaching me
to have such a sharp sense of empathy.

I know I’ll never be badass enough
not to care.
I realize I was born to give
one too many fucks.
I've learned to accept it
as my incessant character flaw.

(It could be worse.)

Although,
I have to be honest,
I get my kicks
entertaining the notion
that for one evening
I was
the one that got away.

© Bitsy Sanders, August 2013
 
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