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.

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.

Rather risque,
Olivia Kent
Olivia Kent
May 16, 2013      May 17, 2013

Black Soul Baby!

Yesterday,
I played in blue,
Today,
I'm back in black,
He is a phantom,
Dashing delightful,
Skids down razor blades,
Rather risque,

It's believed!
In black,
Suited and booted,
Tied up in chains,
Remains of the day,
Call of the wild,

Echoes of everything,
A shadow passes,
Trapped in locked vaults,
Imprisoned in vague suffocation of breathlessness,
Everyday dawns,
More excitement he creates from his chasm,
As each day conspires in new writes,
Love is my black soul baby!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

There's a little bit of risque speculation,
Kathya Suzy Stephens

Psychotic distortions with paranoid undertones,
There are the forgeries of jealousy,
Not as quite straight forward as the rules of poker,
He says,
There's a little bit of risque speculation,
             "Waggish boys play their games,
               As flies to wanton boys,
               We are to the gods,"
THEY kill us for sport.

 
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