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1.8k · Aug 2012
The Colour Of Mockery
Glenn McCrary Aug 2012
Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And ****** all colours of mockery,

Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.

Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;

Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause
1.8k · Jan 2012
Emerald Epilogue
Glenn McCrary Jan 2012
Epilogues of skinheads amuse the ******







Eclipsed by innuendos of hatred







Vigilant they tread in sovereign flocks







By way of death they will strip us naked







In our absence zany remarks surface



Hidden by indefinite philosophies



Foolish they swarm the emerald candles



Worshiping the fathers of hypocrisy





Conquer or perish we must



To survive humanity's wrath



Lend a hand Glasgow would not



Distraught we sought immune paths





Honor us by opulent memories





Waste not our exuberant energy









© 2011 (All rights reserved)
1.7k · Apr 2012
SOPA
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
Malignant, an echo of
calamity
penetrates the aura
of American freedom
as humanity
asphyxiates
an arsenal
of political fascism
shape shifting
into beads
branded by mercury
abomination
1.7k · Apr 2012
Linear
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
Imagery
so vivid and clear
hum patterns of melodies
across the universe
fanning wildfires of euphoria
Whilst swallowing the anguish
from confounded pupils
waking in a linear paradise
1.7k · Sep 2012
The Womanizer
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.

How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief

except by rendezvous.
1.7k · Mar 2012
Neon Euphoria
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
A golden white sunset

Serenades the canyons

With tasteful symphonies


Crescendos of passion cry

Elevated euphoria

Oblivious be despair



Sharp, yearning hunger

Bellows creamy reveries

Roaring taunting thrills


This tigress teases in spirals

Trickles of sweat lavish us

Rhapsodies deplete us


Eyes glisten odes of desire

Her aroma illuminates the bed

Neon vortex


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1.7k · Sep 2012
Beatbox Of A Satanist
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.


Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.


Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.


No one had foreseen this.


Eventually, she’ll *******
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
1.7k · Mar 2012
Black Jack Sue
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Ivory cinnamon

Fine flavor

Appetizer


Saliva flourishes

Grave cravings

Taste of luck


Oral equilibrium

Evokes cream

Wax of fate


Love, lust, & passion

The ultimate sacrifice

A dangerous gamble

Blackjack




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1.7k · Sep 2012
$6 Trillion Condom
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
The callous hands of clock towers
Age the ignominy that has become
The very face known as American society

6 billion ****** occupy every ****
Engraved within this universe
And the one ***** who appeared distinctive
Behaved like that of an equal associate

What are such clocks good for
Minus aiding the counting of fiendish nightmares
Foolishly published by such an inviting succubus?
I rue when I had first acknowledged her existence
1.7k · Sep 2012
Leafless
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
A role is fashioned for each of us homosapiens to portray
Though what if such a role ‘twas fashioned
by a fallacious organization of fabulists
Who decode billions of renditions of one monograph
for narcissistic purpose of monetary gain?
Naked fidelity shan’t be placed upon a hollow existence
Nor should verses be fibbed
Why can’t religion be real again?
1.6k · Oct 2011
Voodoo Autograph
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
The dark and devilish nature of her words



Strike my soul with bone crushing impact



Delivering me to unfathomable heights



Soaring beyond valleys of unspoken truths



I swear I could feel the searing pain secreting



From the puddles of ink unmercifully *******



From within her little black pen of revenge



A cold, hard case of poetic justice iced my veins



Slashing fiercely through the tender tissues of my heart



Leaving a dreadful scar of excruciating scorn



Forever embedded in what was once a sacred home



It was as if a voodoo ritual was taking place



Possessing every inch of my flesh successfully



Soaking my skin with tsunamis of fear



Compelling my body to dance with the spirit



As I danced to the rhythm of the drums



A cloud of smoke was blown to distort my vision



In the wake of the smoke I began to hallucinate



The image of a **** harlot equipped with a machete



Appeared before my eyes taking me by surprise



Ready to slaughter and **** all who oppose her



And rob them of their oh so precious manhood



She pressed her lips against the blade then blew a kiss



The kiss caressed my lips with the taste of honey



By the swift blow of a gentle breeze she was gone



When I returned from this coma of entertainment



A severe addiction was unmistakably evident



My taste buds craved for more of this woman's literature



I had fallen victim to her powerful hex of poetic justice





By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary





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1.6k · Mar 2012
Siren Song to a Lovelorn Man
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Chemistry infuses



Grains of solace



Forecast





Passion illuminates



Forbearance wakes



Queries





Affirmation ejects



Anticlimax occurs



Siren




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1.6k · Oct 2012
The Violinist’s Vendetta
Glenn McCrary Oct 2012
As the hail makes love to the streets
I query its vendetta with I
What had I done to be defamed
By such unforeseen chagrin

The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon
Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification
The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner
Could hook one quickly if not careful

Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair
And saturate in fine rock refrains
A pacifying compensation if I may say
A scripted version of hell
1.6k · Sep 2012
Level V
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
Rancorous, lethargic, avaricious, psychotic,
Enthusiastic, mystified, serene

Does a planet?
A galaxy?

A multiverse incorporates
Secrecy, security, nine or more parallel universes

Eyes are awake
1.6k · May 2014
ASMR
Glenn McCrary May 2014
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response

It is quite mysterious the origin of such pleasure

Common is the multi-culturally adopted belief

That large fractions of massive populations

Label themselves as insomniacs

If anything this newfound viral sensation

May very well exist to cure insomnia


ASMR comes in a variety of different sounds

That help to release melatonin and aid the body in sleeping

Such sounds include inaudible whispering, gum chewing, table scratching, match lighting,

Ear to ear whispering, tapping, brushing, and crinkling.



These sounds are beautiful, inventive, ground breaking and a relevant discovery

Within the continuous cycle that is known to us as evolution

A vast majority of us have talking brains

Some of our brains talk more than others

Resulting in sleep deprivation on numerous occasions



We have been given a unique, sensational gift

That aids those in times of misfortune and grief

That aids those in emotional tribulation

Though it is through this global phenomenon

and it is through these talented individuals

that we are able to possibly if not entirely

conquer said debilitating times

A way to persuade peace amidst a callous world

That is what ASMR means to me
1.6k · Aug 2011
Infamous Wasteland
Glenn McCrary Aug 2011
In a sphere of infinite narcissism



Wicked homosapiens tread the horizon



Daunting threats of turbulent tragedy



Dawn upon the hopeless, roaming souls



Sheathing them with treacherous shadows



Of atrociously, covert crucifixion



The elite coquettes hearken



The tumultous sound



Emanating from multiple, acrid massacres



Tainting these notably wounded hearts



Within a satanic plethora



Of acrimonious equivocation



By nightfall a harrowing suicide



By daybreak a dreary mourning



Catastrophe is all that occupies



This infamous wasteland of avarice



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 (All rights reserved)
1.6k · Apr 2012
Evergreen Suite
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
Petals with textures of full moons
sensations tingle like the hands
of grandfather clocks
apathetic to cobwebs
procreated through decades
marred by dolor
strange repercussions
groove across pebble stones
flames leap from pages
a tale of voodoo incense
1.5k · Mar 2012
Helotry
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
A fecundity of plight precipitates
And as each second lapses
The vibes ascend
With theatrical depth
Though steadily she refrains
To refine her adamant tones
Whilst I dissolve
within estuaries of helotry
1.5k · Mar 2012
Download
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Artistry seeps ripe


Bearing pine


An ****** gem




A seasoned refrain


Sound evolves


E-sugar delight




Quite a lovely flare


A scarce gift


7th world pixels




Mementos I chase


Span a void


Download
1.5k · Apr 2012
Labyrinth
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
A canary sojourned my garden
The hunger whispering from its eyes
Greeting my palm with
Affectionate nibbles of gratitude
whilst circling the symmetries
of my palm
it sprang forth in merriment
a concluding chirp transpired
and away it flew
1.5k · Mar 2012
Laser Lover
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Bedroom barriers

Radiate

Vintage idolatry


Pining protoplasms

Levitate

Wizardry


Nimble fusion peaks

Passion howls

Velvet vanity



In unison we touch

Multilateral we twine

A fluorescent collage

Lasers




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1.5k · Oct 2011
Poet Sex God
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
In a street swamped by

An abundant sea of darkness

Illuminated by nothing but

The concrete glow of the moon



The shadow of an amorously dangerous man

Came into existence

His ****** aroma heavily polluted the air

With opulent seduction



Making helpless slaves of

All the women in the valley

As well as heightening

Their remaining four senses



He prances around in his

Fancy, black leather jacket

With a pocket chain

Dangling from his waist side



Jet black shades occupying

The masterpiece that is his face

He blows a royal kiss of glitter

Trailing after the runaways



A swift touch to one's forehead

And in seconds she'll be on her knees

Begging and pleading for more

Simply because she can't get enough



It's as if his body was a delectable tower

Of chocolate covered strawberries

Dipped in an ocean of the most

Exquisite tasting honey known to man



Each woman who had been cast

Under his precious spell

Was now imprisoned within

A mind controlling coma



They couldn't seem to lift their inquiring eyes

From the creamy complexion of his skin

Severe urges to kiss and **** his flesh

Possessed their bodies with great power



He lives the life that most men would **** for

With thousands of women wrapped around his finger

Fulfilling his every single wish and command

Tackling him with avalanches of never ending pleasures



In the eyes of these women

He was an icon of majestic worship

They bow down before him

Massaging his toes with kisses

Leaving trails of roses to rest at his feet

And to think this persona was conceived



From his supernaturally seductive abilities

The strangest thing about this man

Was that nobody knew of his name

Nor where his audacious soul

Had so suddenly escaped from



Only that he was unimaginably handsome

His charming hex of temptation

And superior intellect alone

Had transformed stainless virgins

Into despicable nymphomaniacs



Jeopardizing the entire female gender

With his smooth talking scandals

A luxurious craft of extravagant gold

A tragic truth yet to be told



This man was known as

The Poet *** God



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



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1.4k · Feb 2012
Pixel Juliet
Glenn McCrary Feb 2012
Pictographs concoct



Quaint flavors



An appetite blooms





Ginger locks descend



Passion skates



A micro death sparks





Pixels synthesize



Collections



Of synchronized whines





Lips laced with temptation



Eyes descending sunsets



Elements of resolution



© 2012 (All rights reserved)





This poem is featured in the poetry collection “Technicolor” as written by Glenn McCrary



The collection is currently available in paperback and hardcover editions for purchase on Lulu.com

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1.4k · May 2012
Violet Vistas
Glenn McCrary May 2012
Collages diffuse vanilla vistas
such effulgence waltzing to violet tempos
though the forestalling of waterfalls
evolves into a gargantuan war
weapons whistle from the mountains
beatitudes of mirth shan’t ever be eradicated
1.4k · May 2014
Blush: Hyper.Sex Act 1
Glenn McCrary May 2014
"There's a masquerade in all of us. And to be invited is the greatest invitation of all. There are no masks, and there are no faces, just the barest of raw, gnawed-on bones.”~ Jade Day



[Do decides to take out his cell phone and begins filming the two girls; Unknowingly the girls continue to pleasure each other.]


GIRL #1: Ooh, please don’t stop babe. Ugghh that feels so good!

GIRL #2: Don’t worry darling I will never stop. As long as time continues to exist I will try my best to keep up.


[Do continues filming the girls as they continued eating each other out. Spore, Gum and Sweat sneak up behind Do. Spore slaps Do on his back.]

DO: Ow! What the hell was that for?

SPORE: Come on Do. You know that what you are doing is wrong and completely illegal. Would you want someone to film you while you are having **** time?

DO: I honestly can say that I am no where near eligible enough to provide an answer to that question.

SPORE: Okay, but would you?

DO: I wouldn’t give a ****.

[Gum and Sweat both laugh hard at Do. Sweat gives Do a high five.]

SWEAT: Ha ha. You know Do the coolest thing about you is that you keep it real. You don’t ******* around like some of these other fools around here.

DO: Thank you, Sweat. I try.

SWEAT: No problem bro.

GUM: Spore you really need to get a grip. What’s the danger in a bout of harmless fun?

SPORE: Depends on what level of danger we are talking as well as your definition of harmless.

GUM: I’m stumped. I’ll get back to you later on that one.

DO: Hey Sweat! I am getting some incredible footage over here bro!

[Sweat takes a few steps closer to view Do’s live camera as he is filming. The girls are moaning wildly as they are about to reach their climaxes.]

SWEAT: These girls so make me want to take a few licks ha ha.

GUM: I totally agree with you dude. This session is escalating very quickly.

[The moaning between the two girls became increasingly louder.]

GIRL #1: Oh my god! I think I… I think I’m going to ***!

GIRL #2: Come on darling let’s *** together!

GIRL #1 & #2: Ugh, uugghh, UUUGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!


[Do, Gum and Sweat start snickering loudly. Do ends up laughing so hard that he starts gradually swaying around and losing his focus with the camera until finally he hits the ground with a loud thud. The girls both jump in shock as they attempted to cover their upper body features with their hands. Both girls frantically struggled to pull up their jeans and put their shirts back on.]


GIRL #1: YOU GUYS WERE FILMING US? WHAT THE **** DUDE THAT IS SO CREEPY!!!! ******* PERVERTS!!!!!

GIRL #2: WHO THE **** ARE YOU GUYS? WHO IN THE HELL GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO FILM US?

DO: Nobody gave me permission to film you. Me and my friends happened to hear you guys moaning from where we were sitting and decided to find out where it was coming from and then we found you two. It turned us on so we decided to film you. The real question though is who gave you permission to have *** on public property in broad daylight in public?

GIRL #1: Look we were ***** okay? You don’t think that being sexless in an asylum for six months will increase your hormones? You kids have got a lot to learn.

GIRL #2: Yeah, you kids need to experience life on a grander. You need to live a little.

GIRL #1: Hey you in the white jeans! What’s your name?

DO: Who me?

GIRL #1: Yes, you!

DO: Oh, my name is Do. Do Nino. What is yours?

[The girl slowly walks up to Do in a very **** manner until she is within close proximity of Do. She pressed her body against Do with her lips less than an inch from his. She was staring deep into his eyes as in a **** whisper she recited her name]

GIRL #1: Mon nom est Alice. Alice French et la jeune fille derrière moi est mon ami Anna Sharp.

[Anna waved as Do smiled back at her in return. Do felt the warmth of Alice’s breath hit his lips.]

DO: Those are some **** names for women as attractive as yourself.

ALICE: That’s what they tell us.

[Alice had ***** blond shoulder length hair with blond highlights. She had gray eyes with a slender body and sleek hips standing at about five foot nine. Anna had jet black hair with electric red highlights. She had more of an fitness build as beneath her top she had a beautiful six pack as well as some considerably muscular legs. The detail of the muscles showed in her arms. Anna also wore electric red eye shadow complete with lipstick of the same color. Alice leaned in and abruptly began passionately French kissing Do. She then attempted to grab Do’s cell phone out of his hand while doing so. Do caught her trying to steal his phone and pushed her off of him accidentally brushing his hands across her ******* in the process.]

ALICE: Don’t be shy. Go ahead touch them. Feel them. Let them blow your mind.

[Alice whispered sexily in Do’s ear as she proceeded to start trailing her lips down his neck in a series small, light kisses as Alice attempts to grab his phone once more. Do’s breathing rate begins to grow heavier. Do gently grasps Alice on both sides of her upper body.]

DO: What are you trying to do?

ALICE: Oh, nothing. I’m just feeling a little ***** still after my steamy little session with Anna.

ANNA: And may I say she is definitely an acquired taste. Active ***** goers would know what I am talking about.

[Do, Spore, Gum, Sweat, Alice and Anna burst out laughing.]

ANNA: Anyway there is this new club opening up on January 31 called Hyper.***. All of you are invited.

ALICE: Also since you will be with me and Anna you will receive free entrance admission, free vip admission and free drinks all night. We know the club owners.

ANNA: Remember this offer is exclusively for you only and can be revoked at any time. We don’t want you going around blabbing to everybody about it because we will take away your privileges just like that.

[Alice and Anna both snap their fingers as a gesture to justify their statements.]

ALICE: Be there

ANNA: Or be square

[Alice and Anna slowly walk away. Do and his friends take a brief look at his business card.]

GUM: This club sounds very interesting. I can’t wait until opening night. What’s today’s date?

SPORE: January 17

GUM: Ok so two weeks then. I’m so totally pumped for this. How about you guys?

SWEAT: ****, this club sounds like it’s going to be bad ***.

DO: Hell yeah, bro. I’m looking to get laid that night.

SPORE: Boys. You guys are so typical.

SWEAT: To say men are typical is to say nature is questionable.

SPORE: Pretty much.

GUM: You’re so weird Spore.

SPORE: Weird but classic. Controversial yet fantastic.

SWEAT: You can stop now, Spore.

[Spore flips Sweat off. Sweat laughs in response while returning the gesture.]

DO: Hey look guys!

[Do spots another cell phone laying in the same spot that Alice and Anna were having ***. Do walks over to pick up the phone and turns on the back light sliding the screen to unlock it. He finds a video on the screen and decides to press play. The video showed two guys fighting. One had short, wavy, red hair, a white t-shirt and leather jacket with leather boots. The other guy had short, curly, black hair, a white shirt and some white jeans. Spore, Gum and Sweat gather around Do to view the video.]

SPORE: ******* Do! I think that’s you and WiFi.

GUM: Who’s phone is that?

DO: It’s Alice’s…

[Do feels a sudden tap on his right shoulder. He looks over his shoulder and turns around to discover that Dr. Nightmare was standing right behind him.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Come with me.
1.4k · Feb 2012
Pause
Glenn McCrary Feb 2012
An exotic leopard roars



She devours each and every thought



Naturally I plea for more



A small price reminiscence brought





Across the room taunting she winks



Exhibiting her work of art



I refrain emotion to make her think



Upon this temptress I shall dart





From ****** city anxious I stray



Paused betwixt happiness and dismay
1.4k · Apr 2012
Xeni Lotus
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
Memories, corpses, decomposition

Making love to Earth’s arsenal genitals

A colorless tapestry, a scar unyielded

Well I only wished to eat a bowl

Of insomnia yet, in the youth of

Every midnight lotus; we eat each others

Emotions; drink each other’s thoughts

A banner of wordplay, a stream of cement

Transmit mystic oracles
1.4k · Mar 2012
Happenstance
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
Adamant sentiments mere panders
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Fervor ascended, language stammered
Imagery never once had I theorized
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
1.4k · Mar 2012
Sammi Poe
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Vocabulary

Bears imagism

Foundation


Imagery

Amplifies eloquence

Apache's tear


Metaphors

Stabilize meaning

Plausibility


Allegory

Visualizes enigma

Sammi Poe
1.4k · Apr 2012
Yellow Stone
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
A white rose
bathes within
the beautiful radiance
pouring forth from
the yellow stone
resting at base of the
ozone layer---
simulating a beauty of the
highest rarity;
A pacifying desire
beats across my knees; dissolving
into puddles of hunger
1.4k · Sep 2012
Cinematography Of A Memory
Glenn McCrary Sep 2012
Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That ****** the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
1.3k · Mar 2012
Society's Silhouette
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
A legacy fornicated with our horizon

An abstract painting of foreign tales

Many daring eyes attempt interpretation

Not long did their knees last before

eyebrows rose with a streak of mystery

caught within the silhouette of vanity

calendars of regret; vessels of blight
1.3k · Aug 2012
The Colour Of Mockery II
Glenn McCrary Aug 2012
Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
1.3k · Oct 2012
Orphan Manor
Glenn McCrary Oct 2012
Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design



Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price



I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
Bullets stand ***** directly projecting from

The decaying flesh hugging gauzy esophaguses

Like unicorn horns delivering vast oceans

Of blood oaths upon their palms



With octave ranges of innocent angels

Tainted with the **** sins carved

By the tainted fingers of evil deeds

Awaiting the taste of the nether regions



Of a destitute harlot; I must warn you

She grows weary of using her body

As a pedestal to your waterfalls of *****

Yet she suckles your ***** with the fury

Of a thousand demons on the prowl to slaughter
1.3k · Feb 2012
Holographic Dancer
Glenn McCrary Feb 2012
Supernatural



Beams dazzle



Illustrations shape





A character speaks



Pleasantries



Quakes of fear occur





Lullabies eject



From her lips



As she pirouettes





Such color spectrums



Radiate



To mold a queen



© 2012 (All rights reserved)





This poem is featured in the poetry collection “Technicolor” as written by Glenn McCrary



The collection is currently available in paperback and hardcover editions for purchase on Lulu.com

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1.3k · Mar 2012
Vesuvianite
Glenn McCrary Mar 2012
I covet to seize
An iridescent ******
Waltzing within yonder canyons
1.3k · Apr 2012
Ambrosial Lights
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
A prophecy arose
Within the silhouette of dawn
how the hollow skylines pirouette
along fate’s bowels
gliding in smooth succession
Whilst sampling memories
of Japanese cherry blossoms
moths fervently surround
Diverse symmetries
of porch lights
Reveries
1.3k · Oct 2011
Cherry Eclipse
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
As I lay awake gazing into the elegant beauty of her eyes

The seductive shape of her luscious body dawns before me

The euphoria of her **** lips takes my breath away

Massaging my forehead with an ocean of amorous kisses

Together in this bed of fornication and roses we lie

Skins rubbing against each other in mutual ecstasy

She whispers sweet phrases in my ear

As she passionately sways her hips

To the bizarre and rhythmic nature of this sensual disco

Her precious scent arouses my ever growing desire

Sensuous moans echoed throughout our hearts

At the height of this sacred paradise

As I watched the pleasure drip

From between her creamy thighs

Her entire figure is a treat of which

Increasingly whets my appetite

At her command I entertain

Her promised land with my tongue

She melts in my mouth intensely

Whilst I am stroking her softly

Leaving me with a mouthful of victory

It all started with her lips

The infamous cherry eclipse



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



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1.3k · Feb 2014
Debut Vowels
Glenn McCrary Feb 2014
In brighter days she sought escape
A vowel yet to take shape
Reasons faint as loveless lips
Miserly her wicked grip
Common be the traveled road
Debuted was a fate forebode
Heavy though I did not shake
In brighter days she sought escape
1.2k · Apr 2012
Amorphous
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
A spark conceived by way of the wind’s undertones
Assertive they rest their eyes, a scope of passion
Was comatose but a century ago
The face of anonymity yet a dream to turn up gold
Only love’s curiosity overtook navigation
1.2k · Oct 2011
Enigmatic Keepsake
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
Along the horizon dawned a vast array of black clouds

As the earthy surface shook from beneath my feet

Screaming, crying I began to sprint wildly in panic

Whilst searching for this mysterious woman

Voices polluted the background affecting

My ability to detect her sultry, sweet voice

After hours of revolving through public turmoil

My eyes came across the woman of whom

This asinine heart had been dead set on

Yet I couldn't make out the shape nor

The features upon the shadow of her face

Although I could smell the alluring scent

Of the creamy, cinnamon taste

Of her luscious lips against mine

And suddenly everything faded to black



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)
1.2k · Apr 2012
Oblique
Glenn McCrary Apr 2012
A golden fortune
lingers along the patterns
of my palm; a ****** suave
the mere touch; a picturesque
symbolic of greed and dishonor
thousands of lips taste
swiped corporate rhinestones
1.2k · Feb 2014
+ Commas -
Glenn McCrary Feb 2014
"If only they were that kind; It's our suffering they want." ~ Jonny Vincent



The view of one---

is one of many.

I, you

You, I

Us, he, she,

She, her, him

Him, we, they

Where there is ruin

exists no difference
1.2k · May 2012
Au Naturel
Glenn McCrary May 2012
Nature delivered me

Across the yonder countryside

Within a medley of colour

Nature delivered me

Wafting along oblivious decrees

Rendered I am sanctified

Nature delivered me

Across the yonder countryside
1.2k · Feb 2012
Jesse Major
Glenn McCrary Feb 2012
Ooze be reality upon the page



Betwixt the courtship of pen and paper



Reveries aid in sustaining spare sage



Refrain he must from such foolish capers





As cyclical evidence he distributes



Yearning to establish a solid voice



Such fervent vocals shan't be silenced mute



Quite a conscious, yet such a wise choice





Devil's dearest a portrayal inclined



Gambling upon his impending death wish



Deeming his existence as asinine



Within spooky graveyards he shall relish
1.2k · Oct 2011
Opaque Harlot
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
Quarter past midnight she silently skulks the forsaken streets



Dressed in a jet black trench coat cloaked by horrific flashbacks



Suppressed within a harrowing masquerade of profound sorrows



Daunting tears of shame gently ooze from the roots of her tear ducts



Uncontrollably they trickle down the surface of her somber cheeks



A majestic shadow of fear trails behind her in the swift breeze



Stalking her every breath, her every word her every move



And every quirky little rhythm of her eccentric groove



You see in this woman's eyes love was such a rare concept



Every night she gave away what men thought was true love



Yet in reality their imaginations were running away with the wind



Every word that was said, every emotion that was bled all fake



This kind hearted woman was loved for someone who she wasn't



Around her town she was labeled the queen of the mattresses



But underneath is it really worth sacrificing her integrity?



Is it worth ruining her identity, her dignity, her self esteem?



Tell me where is the sense in selling herself to the dogs?



And giving them permission to violate her rightful privacy



Her cranium had blatantly been rocked too hard against those sheets



And now she has lost herself along with the rest of the harlots



All because she sold her soul to the shaft of Satan's *****
1.2k · Jan 2012
Ice Freak
Glenn McCrary Jan 2012
Along the valleys of Llandegfan



Fluorescent lavish she glimmers


Battling arousal unyielding I strain


As the sweltering blood simmers




Fervid quivering she assigns


Peaking atop the apex of my spine


With each stroke swift I succumb


For this moment forever I've pined




Forgive my heightening appetite


Supplementary to my avid lust


Quite the unbearable sensation


Equally as hazardous to trust




In vivid colours may we flaunt


Fornicate to lecherous taunts





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1.2k · May 2013
+ Blackberry Mascara -
Glenn McCrary May 2013
An unsound disorder takes host
In a body for years I’ve loved
Memories becoming all but ghosts
Cell by cell with blackness she rusts

In each vessel of her sclera
In each fold of her fine vocals
In each tear of her mascara
The feat of a smile totaled

From a world all but brightening
Living in walls crafted by fear
Each breath, a scream of lightning
New evenings; old muscles speared

The feat of a smile totaled
Amidst an eerie, white speech
In each fold of her fine vocals
A desire for love beseeched
1.2k · Oct 2011
Nacreous Taboo
Glenn McCrary Oct 2011
Every night from dusk until dawn



Fantasies of a promiscuous angel



Cradle my heart with great solace



Serenading me with salacious whispers



Originating from the world of the sexually elite



The delectable foundation of this woman's shape



Glided across the majestic incandescence of the moon



Her skin moon bathing in the marvelous afterglow



Her provocative body was like the tree of forbidden fruit



One could simply look but was never allowed touch



Deep inside I was desperately dying to taste



Of the nectarous heaven of her lustful treats



However I inhaled the aroma of her hypnotically ****** scent



For it was airborne and suckering me in with remarkable ease



Injecting me with an elixir of opulent passion and zealous elation



This charming woman gives me taboos of a cutting edge nature



Always leaving me upon my knees crawling back for more



Oh, foxy woman forever you may haunt my fantasies
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