not content, new wank bank
Poetic T
Poetic T
May 10, 2014

I have them in my mind, a
place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one
can see. I visualise what I need,
those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as
could be, but after to many uses
she has become a bore. What
once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps
not content, new wank bank
material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls
low cut tops in the bank they go
for use later for me. But I need
that girl to light the meat, to get
me well hard, so I see one woman
in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now
perfect for lonely fun. the thought
of her lube and me.

All men and woman are nearly the
same, they have a wank bank for
those times when lonely. Be it butts,
legs, breasts or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs. We all have
that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms
get happy...

Every one has a wank bank..
Spank it, wank it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Poetic T
Poetic T
Jun 6, 2015

Spank it, wank it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Make it hard, just us those palm muscles
That have been working over time on this
Single person and their knackered hand.

Fondle it, shout at it, fuck this doesn't usually
Happen, dam why are you not going hard.

Put lube on it make it wet, like in a pussy
Just imagine two wet lips legs nicely spread
Apart, just  pam and her five sisters and a
Lonely curved palm.

Use your imagination so it,ll stay hopefully
Hard, my god my hands going dead this is
To much like hard work.

Tug in silence or moan out loud, over a magazine
Or over porn on TV, sound turned down don't
Want other to know, what ever floats the boat just
To get to that point that you need to ooze it all out.

But for the love of god make sure your door is locked,
To have your mother or wife walk in saying,

"WHAT THE FUCK,

You'll be limp in a second, and lost for a good excuse.
Of why you got lube, toilet roll and hand spanking
While shouting filthy dirty words out.

Cian Carrick
Jun 12, 2015

We meet by chance at a corporate do
Where I drink scotch and bask in fame
A flash of leg, some enticing words,
I conjure visions to escape the world

Frantically undressing in a five star hotel room
Reveal the soft smooth skin of another jarred mind
My lifelong beliefs dissolving before me
I'll renounce it all to have you in your naked glory

The rich pay plenty and the troops are all heroes
God ain't just real, he's a straight white man
As your skinny body writhes in pleasure I'm one with your kind
And in this moment I know that the body rules the mind

And as I explore your small breasts and flat stomach
Those sleek long legs and your shaved wet pussy
To hell with social justice, Fuck the feminists
God bless America, preserve individualists

Heavenly climax brings three seconds of joy
Then I open my eyes and shame overcomes me
And I lay on my bed, on my own, feeling hollow
I really must leave the house, today or tomorrow...

Ed Coles
Ed Coles
Jun 4, 2015

I remember the first time I ejaculated,
I thought I was having a seizure-
or that I had somehow malfunctioned the Matrix
and had broken through
a fold of reality;
some white-noise ladder to greater plains,
throbbing, animal convulsions,
and a peak that only death
could overpower.

I remember crashing into shame
upon my return, versus the smug welcome
of oxytocin and my adult life;
not knowing to what extent
my penis would dominate my mind;

you know, I cannot write a poem
without noticing my loneliness,
all the blowjobs I have left behind.
For that moment, in my New Found Orgasm,
I was paralysed at the thought of a sober life,
and ever since that moment,
ever since that night,
I have been searching for those higher plains
in the lowest branches of myself.

Now I smoke my fill and redden my eyes
to bleed out old anxieties,
dry up old tears whilst softening scars
that I have collected over years
spent indoors, hiding from danger.
I remember the first time I ejaculated,
how it came to me by accident,
a repeated motion of unknown emotions;
the undulations in her breath;
even now I still sit by myself,
and make love out of whatever is left.

(C) 26.05.2015

My lovely wife is the world's biggest complainer.
You can search Wikipedia on ANY subject
and she'll have something nasty to say about it.

That's just one of the reasons I love her.

If I gave you another reason,
she'd just start bitching again.

#son   #bitch   #trash   #burn   #kill   #talk   #shit   #grief   #find   #attack   #complain   #fml   #ride   #bag   #slam   #rip   #dog   #crap   #flame   #crack   #fault   #object   #whine   #protest   #lament   #pan   #shaft   #grieve   #wife   #punk   #trending   #charge   #lay   #knock   #lew   #beef   #grumble   #beryldov   #par   #disagree   #disapprove   #diss   #dissent   #fry   #defy   #fault-finding   #peck   #smack   #censure   #gripe   #grouse   #reproach   #fuss   #demur   #rubbish   #carp   #debo   #groan   #wail   #blaze   #accuse   #criticize   #denounce   #fret   #moan   #oppose   #ascribe   #bellyache   #bemoan   #bewail   #cavil   #contravene   #deplore   #deprecate   #differ   #expostulate   #gainsay   #growl   #impute   #indict   #nag   #refute   #remonstrate   #repine   #snivel   #whimper   #bother   #objurgate   #hack   #wank   #bust-on   #all-over   #rag   #yammer   #dis   #backhanded-compliment   #bad-mouth   #be-all-over   #bitch-out   #bollock   #bust-balls   #bust-chops   #bust-hump   #crack-on   #flack   #lay-into   #ream   #reem   #rip-a-new-asshole   #set-straight   #slag-off   #take-shit   #talk-shit   #talk-trash   #trash-talk   #zinger   #zwa   #hypercriticize   #nitpick   #pick-at   #quibble   #wikipedia  

'One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure'
should be the sign posted
in front of every antique store full of shit.

#sad   #gay   #death   #vestige   #fake   #up   #in   #bullshit   #of   #fight   #ice   #weak   #rap   #the   #a   #piece   #shit   #honey   #out   #like   #false   #ugly   #over   #pieces   #bomb   #drag   #luck   #bag   #loud   #ten   #hunger   #cake   #tea   #suck   #waste   #bite   #from   #scum   #piss   #crap   #stuff   #scarred   #ghetto   #fragments   #lame   #sword   #fucking   #welfare   #bull   #twisted   #jump   #nasty   #monument   #screw   #rarity   #refuse   #ass   #shitty   #sugar   #beat   #trending   #shark   #bum   #filth   #bush   #toilet   #junk   #relic   #ruin   #fail   #lew   #turd   #butt   #sausage   #pish   #stink   #pants   #badger   #residue   #beryldov   #antiques   #pounds   #scraps   #litter   #league   #bobo   #dodgy   #jacked   #whack   #sediment   #dump   #dicks   #brutal   #crappy   #bogus   #scrap   #booty   #debris   #dregs   #dross   #offal   #rubbish   #rubble   #sweepings   #boot-leg   #jank   #kife   #skank   #yuck   #pits   #antiquity   #sucky   #excess   #404   #antwacky   #assful   #bad-ass   #beater   #beat-up   #bollocks   #booey   #brutes   #bunk   #buns   #busted   #chincy   #chintzy   #chump   #cottage   #craptacular   #craptastic   #crummy   #freaking   #fubar   #fuckward   #fugazi   #hack   #hacked   #hackish   #hellacious   #hoopty   #hype   #jecka   #lame-ass   #warmed   #loc   #mank   #naff   #nas   #pid   #piss-ant   #poopy   #rassclat   #reechy   #retarded   #rinky-dink   #salty   #fest   #sausage-party   #sheisty   #shits   #sol   #spork   #tacky   #five-pound-bag   #terribad   #tore   #tow   #trif   #uncool   #wank   #worked   #artifact   #heirloom   #bygone   #objet   #dart   #objet-dfart   #droppings   #leavings   #oddments   #rummage   #scourings   #shavings   #odds-and-ends  
"What's it called when girls wank?"

Sitting in our tutorial
Just me and Nick
Both surreptiously
Watching the seconds tick

"Kevin", Nick pauses,
I'm glad he's got something to say,
"What's it called when girls wank?"

OK, wasn't expecting that...

I ponder for a second
To consider my response
I'd quite like it if  I don't have to say the word 'wank' myself
Or any synonym.

Fortunately, spurred on by his youth,
Nick saves the day:
"Is it called fingering?"

"Yeah I think either one would do
Now let's get back to this history,
Where did Hitler bomb in 1942?"

So the lesson continues
Just Nick and me
Both surreptiously
Massively relieved


PS
Strictly speaking, 'fingering' is when someone else's hand is involved.
'To finger oneself' is the equivalent to masturbating.
I have no regrets that I failed to make this distinction at the time.

Part 2 (a few weeks later)

"Kevin, this might sound like a funny question, but
Have you heard of a camel-toe?"
Me: "er...No"

Heidi Kalloo
Heidi Kalloo
Aug 12, 2014

You want masterpieces
but I need time.
My thoughts are formless luminescent snakes
a flickering halo
tiny fluid flakes
I’ve no control of.
It’s not in me to create a
masterpiece
right now
I’m 16.
Did Shakespeare show
potential at 16? Did he win
   a golden
    key?
Then why me?

Teach me the secrets  
of time and the universe.
Whisper them sweetly as you murder.

I’ve nothing to say.

For years I will think of nothing
     and then one day maybe something and
that will feel like a cold shower

Who’s the Brontë sister everyone forgets?

      Does everything matter or nothing? Is it a crime to put my pen on paper without a meaningful idea does anything mean nothing or everything?
    Am I simply killing trees pontificating
         needlessly?
              Do my inky ponderings amount to wankings?
What does it take in this modern age of information
to do something great
with a piece of pen and paper?
      I am wasting my day each day doing what you tell me from the minute I wake up at five fifteen to the moment I walk back through my door twelve hours later
my day is
   structured
around a list of concepts chosen for me by whom.
   Of what do I write of what I know if I know
not and nothing
I know
Wordplay my wankings amount to
   hours
I need to
work
        on writing and
wanking.
      My vocabulary is shit because I’ve no time
      for classics and all I do is watch Netflix.

Some people say to me often sometimes
“I wish I was black.”
and sometimes maybe what I want to say is
“Fuck you.”
but what almost always I say is “Me too.”
The mother who birthed me can be labeled only white
my father spent his childhood playing on islands
and together they made something
       truly
neither this     nor that
and it
always sometimes
drives me mad.

Your face is a map that leads home to me.
Mother may I
         lay down
to sleep?

Pumpkin carvings in a row
I’ve nothing to say
for there’s nothing I know.

 
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