she decided to be risque and lighten
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

she got to the park at around noon
and everyone was sunning on the grass
or tossing frisbees or footballs
and some were having lunch
it was a lovely, warm summer day
and she had worn a flippy little miniskirt
with her sheer white blouse
hoping to attract mr right
but thinking she might just settle
for mr right now if he was hot
she squatted down to sit on the grass
and a cool breeze reminded her
that she hadn't worn any panties
perhaps it was intentional,
she wasn't so absent minded
so she sat like a lady
then he walked up
out of nowhere, he was so beautiful
she almost drew a heavy sigh
and felt that familiar flush in her face
as she realized he was looking right at her
vajayjay
he smiled at her, stopped and
extended his hand to shake hers
"hi, i'm Nicholas...and you are?"
she decided to be risque and lighten
the embarrassment of the moment
"hello, Nicholas...i'm knickerless"
he nodded and smiled again
"i love a girl with a sense of humor
and it's okay...you see, i just happen
to be a gynecologist....i don't shock easily"
she felt two immediate rushes
one was meeting a gorgeous man
who was gainfully employed
and the other was the attraction for her that
he so readily demonstrated without being crude
"yes" she thought to herself
"this is going to be a great summer"

to be continued
JoBe Arenas
JoBe Arenas
May 8      May 9

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it aside

If you thought this
Was a recipe
It is
For a disaster

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it inside

A little clever poem on bananas
#cliche   #recipe   #implied   #clever   #banana   #witty   #implicit   #risque  

Its the perfect costume for a superhero goddess, and it makes her feel invincible; fishnet stockings, blazing red bra, heroine hotpants and the clincher; kitten heels.

Bunny can take on the world, now, appropriately dressed. She's got superpowers, alright, the doom-dogs seem to think so, and they're running scared.

Those rumours, that they trade and use and barter, of baby bunny's beautiful mouth, sloe doe eyes, and inexhaustible tongue. It's been said that she can bring an evil tyrant to his knees as she sinks down to her own, it's been said, she's good and bad, so very bad, so very, very good...

But, listen!

Sex bunny's been given a new mission; There's a new and timely terror, and the doom-dogs are, of course, the evil source; find and fellate, sex bunny, the formidable phallus of doom.

Only you, horny tawny Queen of Dawn are up to the task. Don your whiskered mask, wriggle your nose once, twice, yummy bunny, and fly, fly! Find the phallus, save the world.

It's your destiny.
You were born to blow the horn for cosmic porn.

Inspired by 'Rhymeslut,' Harriet Tecumsah Watt's published volume of poetry, and the movie 'Barbarella'.
#gender   #power   #sex   #porn   #superhero   #erotica   #comic   #risque  
She is so risque;
Dieter Muniz
May 18, 2012

She is so risque;

She puts his tongue in her mouth

…but not in that way.

so risque,
Jonny Angel

We both knew it was wrong,
so risque,
but we did it anyways.
I want more.
Just say when,
darling.

risque rhythm ...     
Ben
Ben
Nov 26, 2013

coy verbal foreplay
tastefully twisting two tongues
risque rhythm ...                          breathe

la vie est le risque
Nienke
Nienke
Mar 15

je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi cette voie

je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi le chemin serieux

je ne peux pas croire mais,
aussi je ne peux croire que tu existes

parce que je vis dans un rêve
tous les jours dans mon propre monde

alors, qu’importe?

la vie est le risque
et le risque est la vie

Would be very risque.
Alex Caldwell
Dec 20, 2010

It was a cool summer day,
In a land far far away.
Oh to go back to that day,
Would be very risque.
And yet,
Somehow.
It would be amazing,
To go back to that day,
That was so far far away.

I wrote this in a facebook chat with my friend who was doing every other line.
Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
September
September
Oct 17, 2013

Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.

Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.

you've got a really quirky smile. and weird eyes.
But I like the risque,
Amanda Fletcher
Amanda Fletcher
Jan 22, 2013      Jan 23, 2013

I can feel the dust removing its self from these shelves,
It's in this illuminated corner that I left behind
A long time ago.
It's too late now, I already let it out of the bag.
And, Well, It's
Bigger and Better,
Stronger and Faster,
Headstrong and Inviting.
It's a dangerous spot, I know.
But I like the risque,
Dive in.

 
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