BML
BML
May 15

A boy once said
You're hot.
But to be honest...
My shit is also hot.
You call it a compliment
I call it shittery.

When words attain your beauty,
It will be my duty,
To call your face so hot,
Because my words withhold.

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yogee
yogee
Mar 27

i'm not soulless;
i actually feel like my soul is not being held by a body.
like my soul is flying around in free;
but i do not feel safety.

i'm bodyless;
whirling around in the wind,
like a particle of dust
with no weight
but still tough.

i am just a soul;
without a beating heart
with no lungs,
and no blood to be pumped.

y.m

yogee
yogee
Jul 11

autumn
as the flowers bloomed white
my heart did the same
as her eyes turned into a small, curved line.

autumn
as her fingers grazed against my hand
static charges were exchanged
and i felt like i just left land.

autumn
as the car kept the left lane
she finally told me that
jane, was her name.

and all this while,
i thought i'd expect the 4 seasons
because she had it all,
and she made me feel different stages of pleasure.

hi

You gently fuck a female goat ~
you got to ram the males
to make any progress.

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p knives that penetrate into your whole fucking soul when the other actually says it th
yogee
yogee
Jun 2

Here's the truth:

Love can't be recognized in a time span of two, to five minutes.
It's not as easy as you may or may not think.
Love has to be felt by one.
All parts of the body are significant to feeling love, it's not just the heart.
You may think the heart reacts most to love;
But it's mostly the body.
It's always the body, showing you signs.
Your fingers that make you instantly reply a text message.
Your stomach that makes it seem like you run a butterfly field in there.
Your knees that wobbles at the sight of the other walking toward you.
Your eyes & head that ache after a night of silent cries under the sheets.

Other than that..
The sparks you feel at each contact.
Fireworks everywhere during each kiss!
The sharp knives that penetrate into your whole fucking soul when the other actually says it the end,
that's where you gotta stand and say;
"I fucking love you, you have to stay."

Man, that's love. And how you feel it.

y.m

nothing
Murphy Hanhart
Jun 1, 2010

His rasping grumbles define hunger, louder than my stomach
      complains about the seven hours since breakfast,
Grunts replace the pry of a commanding tongue, eager to devour, or a feathery graze past the
      hook in my collarbone, a tender nip at the crescent of flesh that
      peeks below my white plastic earring.
Gutturals guide our transition from a stained mattress to a rickety desk where
Frenetic eyes validate the arch of my back.
Wild thrusts push us perpendicular.

Undoubtedly, my howls alert the neighbors.
If not, then the neglected crashes of my plummeting clutter or the unfaltering thud of my head
        pounding the half closed window can attest:
We mean business.

The tired floor creaks ‘nd cranks as erratic lunges hasten.
(grasping his shoulders tighter than a lone, wrinkled hand grips the pepper spray in her bag)
I brace that swelling itch, my hips shudder as it consumes, throbs, and then
Electrifies to axons from dendrites.
And he doesn’t miss a beat— more jabs prod my liver.

Fucking is something you try to make lovely,
Kennedy Reyanne
Kennedy Reyanne
Oct 28, 2013

Fucking is something you try to make lovely,
something you try to embroider in softness
and paint with blush.
You try to make it moldable, liquid. But it is
rock hard to the touch and stone solid on
the tongue. And you know it. It chokes you up,
suffocates you so you can’t breathe. And it
tastes like sour milk. And you like it.
But is it so wrong to want this? The burning vodka
tango? The cinnamon fire whiskey haziness of it?
The muck and the mess.
You make believe that fucking will fill you up, but
it won’t. It’ll occupy a cavity dripping with carnality
and hold it captive for half an hour, if you’re so lucky.
It’ll press into the sticky parts of you and prod into the
core of you.
You’ll pretend it lights up your senses, but it doesn’t.
You’ll taste nothing but the cranberry chaser and
you’ll feel nothing but the sweat and hear nothing
but the sound of you faking enjoyment.
You’ll try to make it poetic,
but fuck it.
It’s not.
And you know it.
And you hate it.
But if we’re being honest, it is raw and gory and
disgusting and animalistic: a cock crowing when
the sun peaks. Instinctual. Physical.
You’ll tell yourself you’re in love, you’re making
a connection; mind, body, soul.
But the only thing he’s thinking is,
“fuck this feels good”
and his body is doing too much for his soul
to speak up. And the only link you share in
this bed sheeted frenzy is his key in your
chastity belt, the one you didn’t even lock.
Oopsie, whoopsie, dear me.
Fuck that.
You wanted it just as bad. What is fucking to him?
Your pelvis kissing his, making him pant a little harder.
You’ll tell yourself this is making love and that he’ll
make you breakfast in the morning because he wants to.
But, if we’re being honest (and we are) he feels obliged
because you let him fuck you,
and this plate of pancakes is just a tasty way
of saying, “thanks for the workout.”

are not mutually fucking exclusive.
Anubis the Philosomancer

Edification and Profanity
are not mutually fucking exclusive.

Fucking sober is
Hannah Adair
Hannah Adair
Jul 17, 2013

Fucking sober is
not for casual affairs.
It is for lovers.

When fucking sober
there is no hiding the truth.
I haven't cum yet.

When fucking drunk, one
can disguise real emotions-
Blame the alcohol.

I'm not liking this-
connecting with someone else.
We are not in love.

Fucking sober is
for someone stronger than me.
Let me remain drunk.

The Darkness
The Darkness
Jul 28, 2012

If I lose
my phone charger
one more time
I am
going to adopt a baby...
just so I have something to punch!

When are these jokers going to make a universal jack for these stupid things?
 
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