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 Mar 2017
Poetic T
meal for a couple
moisture saturates damp lips
tastes do fulfil both
69 a meal for two :)
 Feb 2017
Poetic T
She told him to put it in a hot dog bun
        "***** he thought,

Licking It up and down she grinned seductively
             "Do you like my meat baby,

*"No I'm a Vegan so I'll never swallow meat juices,
 Jan 2017
Alessander
Life isn’t enough.
I want 10 more
I want 10 penises and 10 *******
I want 10 guns and 10 crosses
I want 10 children and 10 homes
I want 10 friends and 10 enemies
I want more of everything and now
The gamma rays and the cosmic nothingness
The icy chill and solar flares
The Big Expanse and Big Crunch
I  CRAVE the universe
ALL of it
To funnel through me
Like water through a hose
Or electricity through a cable
Or sunlight through a magnifying glass
I am wired
With LIFE
With music, and wine, and kisses
With silence, hangovers, and wishes
I want to consume
Like Horace
the very sun, the very underworld
Engulf dreams, nightmares, and mortality between
Like plumes of obsidian perfume
Sacrifice virgins and assassins
Dig up graves and wheel them into churches
Dig up stones and throw them at CIA vans
I want to rage
Smear my blood all over eggshells
Feces on W2 forms
Give me more thunderclap and ******* wailings
Charge me with the ravenous gasp
To breathe, to bellow
To love in bolted totality
To strike and revel
I hold the goblet out
Shimmering and trembling
For you
 Dec 2016
Poetic T
My words are ***** and I ****** them
forcefully on the page, the staff bends
oh so slightly
                   but still it enters,
what was ****** in now damp with
          a push it gets to experience my love
and I keep on thrusting forward I grab it
penetrating the vacant places that were empty before
          but now I fill it to a content of yearning.
                I
                 finish
                           and then I leave I may use it again but
once I used it, neither was it pure as it once was but I may
call on it from time to time to see if it wants to be used
again, not as before but just a quickie, and then again I'm gone.
 Oct 2016
Poetic T
Don't you be talking to my man like
you some ***** on a cross reborn.
He more woman than you and he a man.

Just cos he got a bigger hang over
than me don't mean that I'm the lady
in this relationship, he knows who the boss.

He will slap you in the face soft toy handle
***** black eyes be your friend. Don't you
down grade my fella, His **** tighter than yours.

O' no you didn't just think you all that,
my man got his heels on and your went
out white after labour day ***** please..

You respect my man, he got my back bend
over hard, my man is mine and he is always
has my hand. you just another scank **** all ya....
Did this for a competition where some one protecting there man... who be a man... interesting prompt special for a straight man...
 Jul 2016
Odi
A marinate was played
Full of granite and fine rings
A bathtub of nosebleeds Danny and a bathtub of kings
All the cards that were dealt all the hands that we played pulled the curtain bell
Of my sleeve up to delay what I'd say and
All the cards we swept under the rug Danny all the music we screamed
From my sore throat and broken hands came the sound of suffering on a silent note in an empty room a bell jar and a piano and a single key being pressed in time to the sound of my weeping Danny
My friends ignored my cries
But here we are now with a new drum set and two sets of sticks for hands and we break everything we try to touch Danny thinking it can be played like the single key in that lonely room
Listen there are vultures in my throat in all my baby teeth and landlocked blues
I know that's the name of the song but I wanted to play it for you
Just in case you forgot I could sing out my suffering
And it doesn't sound so horrible now does it Danny
Because you don't know the story it tells
The blood diamond behind the curtain
Well it glimmers just as well
And I'm sure we can find a way to forgive ourselves for everything that was done
But I'm in a two step programme
Where everything gets reversed
And no I haven't slept in weeks Danny you're right I know I look like ****
I just haven't had time to think about what I'm putting in me
When I try to scream and I come up on a single static piano key
Listen there are ways we broke each-other and I'm sorry I tried
But the sound of my suffering
Doesn't mean waving goodbye
A poem inspired by a series of bright eyes songs.
 Jun 2016
Poetic T
She waited eagerly for the
wrapper to fall off, and then
it was slowly inserted pleasurably
it was taken back.

Moaning in sugary ecstasy she
breathed heavier as she gorged on it.
All that was seen was the stick and
her lips seeped sugary delight.

She pulsated with eagerness as it
was ****** deeper within and then
playfully edged around her damp lips,
she was fulfilled and the stick clean.

"Now here is a thought that itches at the brain,
*"Which lips did she devour this lollipop in,
youre filling my mind full of filling you full of me
i still cant decide if this is the buy of a lifetime
or a fools economy
im kicking the tyres looking for signs of a tired ride
selling itself as luxury
you could be mine for the one time price of just one good time
and the rest of my life with my ***** itchy
Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury

Never attempt to tame me
Because my flames will burn
I'll strip away at your soul
Careful for what you yearn

I'm no gentleman from books
This beast will tear you apart
This lust can never be stopped
Because it will take you, hard

If you're looking for sweet love
I apologise, that's not what I give
For my punishment will be harsh
I'll give you a lesson, on how to live

Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
 Apr 2016
Gidgette
I want to devour him
Eat him up
Lick him all over
Drink from his cup
Feel his hands
Run along my thighs
I wonder if he sees lust
Behind these eyes
I want to lay with him naked
Between his sheets
Feel his body
Make some heat
Climb all over him
Win his prize
Make him sweat
Till we see the sunrise
Before I finish
Playing my game
I need to hear him
Scream my name
I want to hear him say,
"Please, some more"
Give me some rug burns
Fun on the floor
I'm supposed to be a lady
Good little girl
But I can't help it
I wanna rock his world
Shhh, darling,
No need to rush
We have all night
Let me paint with your brush
 Apr 2016
Poetic T
My lover of the night she was a biter,
what can I say I liked that way she
****** on parts other than my neck.

But I threw caution to the wind, I had
a cold, eating breaded mushrooms.
She was coming around as night fell.

Mouthwash not wanting my breath
to smell like the undead on her lips,
she is eternally flawless in moonlight.

I guide her downward towards my
stake, she can bite off more than she
chews, and then some more.

I tell her to take it in taking it all, but
then a scream as I expelled my life blood
as my fanged beauty turns to dust.

I wonder what happened no light or
garlic? then I read the empty wrapper
garlic mushrooms, this really *****..
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