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THE INN AND OUT DRIVE THROUGH
PLUNGE INTO STARS –MY STARS
ME- DIPPING UPON YOUR NORTH POLE
TO EXCITE AN EXIT OF YOUR MILKY WAY
I’M YOUR VENUS
YOU ARE MARZ HITTEN ME LIKE -SHOOTING STARS
SEND THESE CLOUDS BELOW A HIGH 9
MAKE THE SUN STAY QUIET
……..
SHHHHHH
SHE IS SLEEPING
LEAVING THE FIRE BURNING IN HER SLEEP
AS WE WARM UP TO ANOTHER LEVEL OF OUR –STAR CLUSTER
AND WE ARE GALAXIES SCREAMING
TO A UNIVERSAL SOUL INSERTION
STRAIGHT INTO MY GALACTIC STARS
YOU –MARZ
THE KING OF ALL PLANETS –REVOLVING –CRASH
INTO HEAVENLY LOVE
WE CAN MAKE ANGULAR MOMENTUM
AS MANY AS YOU LIKE
YOUR HEAVAN IS COSMIC RAYS UPON MY SMILY SPACE
YOU ARE MY ABUNDANT HYDROGEN EMBRACING YOUR GIFTS
AND THE HEAVENS SMILE
CANDID BUT WILD
AND NOW-
THE SUN AWAKES
SHE AWAKES SWOONING TO OUR COMBUSTIONS
HER HEART RACES –WATCHING…..
SHHHH –BLUSH
AND WE'ER RUNNING WITH
SHOOTING STARS
SHOOTING UP STAR-WARS
SHOOTING INTO ME
SHOOTING UP UNIVERSAL -******.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden
His touch is out of this planet.
Josias Barrios Jul 2012
Me dejaste esperando, deseando oir tu voz diciendome que hibas en camino para darte el masaje que te habia prometido, pero no fue asi, pase la noche creando fantasias en las cuales tu eras el centro de mi atencion.
Pero la espera valio la pena, la siguiente noche cuando llegaste pense que seria otra de esas noches en las cuales conversasiones, puntos de vista y besos serian intercambiados. No te miento yo queria mas que besos lo unico que no sabia era si tu querias lo mismo y si estabas lista para dejarme explorar tu cuerpo. Realmente no imagine cuan intensa nuestra atraccion era, al momento de ese primer beso esa noche yo necesitaba estar dentro de ti, que me sintieras en mi plenitud para satisfacer tus deseos de un hombre.
Te tome por la cintura y acerque tu cuerpo al mio, movi tu cabello al lado para poder morder tu cuello mientras deslizaba mis manos sobre tu firmes y esplendidas caderas. Todavia jalandote mas cerca a mi mientras mordia tu cuello, desabrochaste tu cinturon y quitaste mi camisa. Nuestras manos tocando y explorandonos el uno al otro. Tus ojos se lanzaban de un lado a otro, tu respiracion se hizo mas profunda, fuertes y pequeños gemidos de placer escaparon tus labios mientras te quitabas tu falda  y caia al suelo. Alli en tu tanga y brazier me dijiste que estabas caliente, mojada, excitada y eras toda mia.
Me quite el resto de mi ropa para permitirte ver mi virilidad completa. Desabrochando tu brazier pude tener tus pechos encopados y ver tus pezones erectos y excitados esperando que los pusiera entre mis labios, succionarlos, trazarlos con mi lengua , jalarlos con mis dientes, retorcerlos y frotarlos con mis dedos. En tu oido te susurre…si, eres mia y haras todo lo que yo quiera. Me respondiste…Si!,Si!, lo hare, dimelo, llevame, tomame, Si!..mientras molias tus caderas mas duro y fuerte. Hazme el amor..largo y fuerte.." soy tuya, por cuanto tu quieras, te necesito ahora.
Te acoste en tu espalda, desplegue tus piernas y las puse sobre mis hombros para poder sumergir mi boca de pezcado en tu mar de dulzuras, despues puse mis manos en tus pechos mientras mis caderas clavaban mi instrumento dentro de ti, martillandote, perforandote ,cojiendote tu mojada, resbalosa, ****** rosa...haciendo sonidos de placer contraendose alrededor de mi cumplesueños, cerraste tus piernas, temblaban y me rogaste que explotara junto a ti.
Despues que los dos llegamos al ******, me acomode atras de ti, movi tu tanga hacia el lado lo suficiente para dejar que mi amigo endurezido cupiera entre la rajita de tus nalgas, mis manos en tu estomago, tu trasero moliendose dentro de mi pelvis...mis manos se deslizaban por tu cuerpo . Mas gemidos de placer salieron de tu boca mientras viravas  tu cabeza y me miraste sonriendo.
Darryl Johnson Dec 2013
watch you, whisper to you

i want to touch your body
every inch of your flesh should be categorized in to a file cabinet
to be ordered by sensation and  rhythm

a *****, sweaty affair of taking inventory of the defense of the other team
"what hurts them" "what helps them" "what makes them giggle" "what makes them moan"
i know what it takes to make them moan

its a war out here and every is invited,
to the war of the lost, stepped on, and rejected
against the rainbows, puppies, and ******

i want feel your sculpted dancing legs
i want to lick the death off her skin
carcass her imperfectly perfect body

******* the subject is a delicate process
first, the physical clothes,
then, the emotional barriers
finally, the mental incapability

at the end, you are presented with the most pure human form
a fully **** model of your great white buffalo.

for me....  it the one that got away, she sings in the shower
DS Castañeda  Jul 2015
Nun
DS Castañeda Jul 2015
Nun
She is the messenger of God
and she is also the definition of sin.
She wears red underneath the black and her  lips are still warm with yesterday's prayers.
And while he was touching her skin and they were both close the light broke and from her lips the dirtiest little sentence came out in a white puff of pure ******;

                       "Oh God have mercy!"
John Clare  Jul 2009
Christmass
Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough
Tho tramping neath a winters sky
Oer snow track paths and ryhmey stiles
The huswife sets her spining bye
And bids him welcome wi her smiles
Each house is swept the day before
And windows stuck wi evergreens
The snow is beesomd from the door
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes
Gilt holly wi its thorny ******
And yew and box wi berrys small
These deck the unusd candlesticks
And pictures hanging by the wall

Neighbours resume their anual cheer
Wishing wi smiles and spirits high
Clad christmass and a happy year
To every morning passer bye
Milk maids their christmass journeys go
Accompanyd wi favourd swain
And childern pace the crumping snow
To taste their grannys cake again

Hung wi the ivys veining bough
The ash trees round the cottage farm
Are often stript of branches now
The cotters christmass hearth to warm
He swings and twists his hazel band
And lops them off wi sharpend hook
And oft brings ivy in his hand
To decorate the chimney nook

Old winter whipes his ides bye
And warms his fingers till he smiles
Where cottage hearths are blazing high
And labour resteth from his toils
Wi merry mirth beguiling care
Old customs keeping wi the day
Friends meet their christmass cheer to share
And pass it in a harmless way

Old customs O I love the sound
However simple they may be
What ere wi time has sanction found
Is welcome and is dear to me
Pride grows above simplicity
And spurns it from her haughty mind
And soon the poets song will be
The only refuge they can find

The shepherd now no more afraid
Since custom doth the chance bestow
Starts up to kiss the giggling maid
Beneath the branch of mizzletoe
That neath each cottage beam is seen
Wi pearl-like-berrys shining gay
The shadow still of what hath been
Which fashion yearly fades away

And singers too a merry throng
At early morn wi simple skill
Yet imitate the angels song
And chant their christmass ditty still
And mid the storm that dies and swells
By fits-in humings softly steals
The music of the village bells
Ringing round their merry peals

And when its past a merry crew
Bedeckt in masks and ribbons gay
The ‘Morrice danse’ their sports renew
And act their winter evening play
The clown-turnd-kings for penny praise
Storm wi the actors strut and swell
And harlequin a laugh to raise
Wears his **** back and tinkling bell

And oft for pence and spicy ale
Wi winter nosgays pind before
The wassail singer tells her tale
And drawls her christmass carrols oer
The prentice boy wi ruddy face
And ryhme bepowderd dancing locks
From door to door wi happy pace
Runs round to claim his ‘christmass box’

The block behind the fire is put
To sanction customs old desires
And many a ******* bands are cut
For the old farmers christmass fires
Where loud tongd gladness joins the throng
And winter meets the warmth of may
Feeling by times the heat too strong
And rubs his shins and draws away

While snows the window panes bedim
The fire curls up a sunny charm
Where creaming oer the pitchers rim
The flowering ale is set to warm
Mirth full of joy as summer bees
Sits there its pleasures to impart
While childern tween their parents knees
Sing scraps of carrols oer by heart

And some to view the winter weathers
Climb up the window seat wi glee
Likening the snow to falling feathers
In fancys infant ******
Laughing wi superstitious love
Oer visions wild that youth supplyes
Of people pulling geese above
And keeping christmass in the skyes

As tho the homstead trees were drest
In lieu of snow wi dancing leaves
As. tho the sundryd martins nest
Instead of ides hung the eaves
The childern hail the happy day
As if the snow was april grass
And pleasd as neath the warmth of may
Sport oer the water froze to glass

Thou day of happy sound and mirth
That long wi childish memory stays
How blest around the cottage hearth
I met thee in my boyish days
Harping wi raptures dreaming joys
On presents that thy coming found
The welcome sight of little toys
The christmass gifts of comers round

‘The wooden horse wi arching head
Drawn upon wheels around the room
The gilded coach of ginger bread
And many colord sugar plumb
Gilt coverd books for pictures sought
Or storys childhood loves to tell
Wi many a urgent promise bought
To get tomorrows lesson well

And many a thing a minutes sport
Left broken on the sanded floor
When we woud leave our play and court
Our parents promises for more
Tho manhood bids such raptures dye
And throws such toys away as vain
Yet memory loves to turn her eye
And talk such pleasures oer again

Around the glowing hearth at night
The harmless laugh and winter tale
Goes round-while parting friends delight
To toast each other oer their ale
The cotter oft wi quiet zeal
Will musing oer his bible lean
While in the dark the lovers steal
To kiss and toy behind the screen

The yule cake dotted thick wi plumbs
Is on each supper table found
And cats look up for falling crumbs
Which greedy childern litter round
And huswifes sage stuffd seasond chine
Long hung in chimney nook to drye
And boiling eldern berry wine
To drink the christmass eves ‘good bye’
Meka Boyle  Jan 2014
Bukowski
Meka Boyle Jan 2014
There isn't much to be said
About the day time-
Hour after hour, we beat on
Against the ticking clock
Of complacency,
Until before we know it-
We're ****** into the realm of
The halfway living.
Awake past midnight,
Processing the happenings
Of 9-5,
As if draging them out into
Language
Will increase their potency.

There's nothing more moving
Than yesterday,
After a night of fermenting in
Our desperate minds.
Often too late to be felt
Before 10pm.

Reality is too much with us.
Pushing up against
Our trembling palms,
As we reach out
To ******
The manufactured idea of
Happiness. Prepackaged
And with an expiration date
Beyond the next year.

We try to find our fate in tarot cards,
Palm readings, grocery market bargains, expensive haircuts where they only take an inch off but you still cry, second rate ballets and strip clubs, the words of others, and Sunday services past 12 where the hangover isn't as dreadful.
Experience junkies,
****** fiends,
Attention addicts,
Compassion parasites,
We **** the marrow from the earth
And prescribe her with Ritalin
And 3 months of sick leave-
The placebo effect has never seemed
So enticing.

Is this what it's like to talk to God?
Newspapers from last week
Find their way into the warm,
Sticky floors of the subway:
They have no purpose here
In this cool, indifferent future.
Bold headlines prophesying drought,
And lamenting those already dead,
Alongside ads for half off
A large pizza, and 25% off your biggest
Problems. Classified ads
And the sports section
Reek of ***, failure
And vulnerability-
No one cares, now.
The past is only real within the proceeding hour,
And middle school history class lessons,
Too optimistic to hold
Any reality beyond repetition.

Lifeless, we seep through time until
The pages are soaked and soggy with
Our failed ambition and twice baked
Love stories that grossed a billion dollars
For the movie theaters, gas stations and diamond companies-
Condensed into romance novels
And nonfat ice cream:
A testament to a nation
Afraid to feel anything that isn't synthesized
And discussed in tabloid magazines.

Sideline poets and actors,
We rap our knuckles raw against the railing,
Nervously counting down the seconds
Until we will be called to dutifully recite
All we know.
Waiting, we count our blessings.
The cumulation of good deads and sacrifice
That have paid the dues for a one way ticket
To the promised land.
Little children, again,
We twist the frays of our sweaters
And buckle our knees with anticipation
Of judgement day
And Memorial Day weekend.
Jordan Farelli  Dec 2012
High
Jordan Farelli Dec 2012
High as the sky
Touching the clouds
My fingers separate the haze
As I fly by endowed

Of the person I am
At this time of tranquility
My thoughts flow free
Like the river runs swiftly

I take you in
And let you out
****** abounds
If I had the strength, I'd shout

Such a brief encounter
As I breath you into me
Now sleep, I must
Because, you make my dreams ******
His eyes, they look at me, glamoring me into his lust
His touch, awakens all the senses I never knew I had
His breath, sending waves of electricity throughout my body
His smell, reminds me of the ocean, sweet, refreshing and calm
The deeper he goes, the deeper we go
With every movement, time seems to fade to black
The rhythms, like drums, like rain, like a heartbeat
Our hearts beat as one, the tension, builds up as one
And for a moment, just one moment
His eyes, they look at me with loving content
His touch, firmly takes a hold of me
His breath, he holds it as
His smell, it lingers in my senses
The explosions, like fireworks, like jolts of passion, like ******
Our hearts, beating as one, our passion, releasing as one
And for a moment, just one moment
His eyes, they look at me with disgust
His touch, is cold, it's lifeless
His breath, is ragged and shallow
His smell, is bitter and angry
And for a moment, just one moment
I don't feel dead anymore
This poem was inspired by the show True Blood. It depicts the way a vampire 'glamors' humans into giving them their blood or ***.
ami snacks Oct 2012
ITS ALMOST AS IF UR MY DARK KNIGHT

AND MAYBE UR THE ONE TO SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET

AND MAYBE DEEP DOWN INSIDE IVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT COULD BE

MAYBE IM STEADY JUST 2 STUCK ON THE FACT THAT I CAN GET SO COMFORTABLE

IN YA ARMS

PROTECTED BY A STRONG

KNIGHT WITH A BRIGHT SHINY ARMER

AND AS THE STARS REFLECT IN UR EYES I JUMP UP 2 THE SKY

WANTING 2 SEE HOW IT LOOKS EACH AND EVERYTIME

ALWAYS KNOWN U

BUT I NEVER TOOK THE TIME 2 GET 2 KNOW U

AND ITS STRANGE HOW YOU CAN SIT ME ON YOUR HORSE

AND TAKE ME AWAY INTO MY DREAMS

FEELING FEELINGS I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT

AND KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT THEY MEAN

SO I JUST SIT BEHIND U

RUNNING  INTO A FAIRYTALE

AN ENCHANTED LAND

BYING PASS ALL THE SANDS THAT ARE QUICK

FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER WE GO

DUCKING AND DODGING THE GHOST OF THE PATHS

I GRAB U CLOSER 2 ME

THE WIND BLOWS VICIOUSLY  

BUT I CAN STILL FEEL EACH AND EVERY INCH

OF UR BODY HEAT

JUST 2 HOLD U AND CLOSE MY EYES

PURE ******

THE WIND CONTINUES 2 BLOW

AND THE LEAVES STILL AT FLUTTER

U STOP.... AND KISS MY FOREHEAD

SO I STAND AND ALLOW U 2 DO IT

AND IT ALL FEELS LIKE A TRICK

BUT WHAT IT REALLY IS...

ITS JUST THE SIMPLE FACT THAT MY

FOREHEAD IS NOT USED TO THIS

NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN TOUCHED SO GENTLY

GOT ME ALL TWISTED MENTALLY

SHOULD OF BEEN TREATED THIS WAY ORIGINALLY

DAM  SO MANY THOUGHTS RUNING SWIFTLY

AROUND MY HEAD

MY STOMACH ONCE RUMMBLED OF HUNGRY

BUT HOW ARE U SUPPOST TO FEEL ONCE IT GETS FEED?

IM BEAUTIFUL U SAY

AND I WISH THAT AT THAT MOMENT I WAS ABLE TO THINK FAST ENOUGH 2 SAY U 2

AND IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I LOST U

.
AncientFlower Nov 2015
Who am i?
Does it matter? Who are you? Do you care to know? Maybe we are one and the same...sharing the same pain because of where we come from. Dancing to the same drum. Looking to have fun trying to avoid that same bullet from the enemies gun...we're both growing and learning...mistakes made, lessons learned. The fire within us both continues to burn...soon we learn while laughing at the same joke, we've both fallen hard, in love inhaling all the smoke from that heavenly herb...we found true love in a place that gives us none. You have helped me see who i am by showing me who u are. Our spirits shine inspite of the dimming souls around us...the ghetto can be a horrible place, but we carry on the path we found this special thing...now we can sing the song of ****** thru the complexity of negativity we are surrounded by...u and i become one, making love so passionately, *******, but oh so tender...EVERYTIME is greater than the last...im your lady, u my man...we fall n dream in eachothers arms. Wake up the next sunrise to do it all again...
Vierra Dec 2015
'When you look at me, what do you see?' She asked.
'I see truth beyond your years. I see youth that has no end.'  He replied calmly.
May I begin with a genuine smile and kiss? He thought.
He lent forward and began the breath of life, slowly aiming towards her half closed mouth. Her eyes closed, awaiting bliss.
'Please look at me and kiss me and only me.' He requested. 'I need you to be real because of your youth.' 'We cannot begin with a lie. You are of age but still so young.' He explained.
He was speaking of age requirements in respect to relationships with the opposite ***.
'Yes, my love.' 'This is my first in my ageless youth.' She said with a hint of melancholy.
'I am frightened.' She further explained.
Let's start again. He lent forward and began teasing her lips with his. He pressed his hot mouth over the top of her upper lip, then slowly and gently, released and continued with the lower. Attack and defense, attack and defense, until a slow, settled agreement with a warm breath and flick of her tongue. This small battle happened for fifteen minutes.
'I am moist and waiting.' She said in ******.
Let it begin, the dance, from ages before. A dance from lifetimes before us and one that will continue until there is nothing.
'Let it begin.' He stated.
Days later, she agreed to it again. Then he agreed to it again, days later.
A small hop to her step was noticed by neighbors and she smiled to herself often
Him, on the other hand, was already prepared for this.
Years later, they would reminisce of these small events gratefully  and with a fondness of their youthful experiences, at the alter.
They both smiled and agreed to private dances that they hope will produce sweat and blood.
i am shy but i manage
Lee  Jan 2013
Love Poems
Lee Jan 2013
I'm tired of love poems.
I'm tired of heavenly descriptions
of throws of woe
and ******.
I'm tired of infatuation
some spellbound obligation
to writing unread words
to the ones
we all know we love.
I wish for tales of conquest
great bounding stanzas
pitted on the edge of glory
and mayhem.
Haggered hero's
covered in mystic blood,
and enchanted rivers bathed in immortality
that run pure and crystal white.
Liquid Snow Raging
Some conflict amongst our hero's majesty.
Beasts of old forgotten legends
leaping fiery and writhing from the written page
licking blood from the bones
of lesser men
and past tales.
Devouring swooning poets pens
and ripping the hearts from loved ones
on conquest to find some battle to rage in.
Great tale of old insanity
and wisdom
beyond the mortal.
Fantastic.
I want an escape from the sadness
of my soul
not to be engulfed in it
wrapped in endless pages
of commiserating hearts.
Yet.
I
too
fall prey to
the love poems
whimsical
enchanting
call.
*The deadliest
and most deceptive
of all the ancient beasts
and martyrs.
Forgotten One  Mar 2014
Molly
Forgotten One Mar 2014
Gotta study fast
Not ready for this test
To many hits of ******
An Shayna's sittin next to me
Shes gonna do good
Shes not from the hood
This test is so crazy
Dwamn am i lazy
All these answers hazy
While im just pushin daisies
Gonna eat a paistry
Mhmm it is so tasty
My memory is back
Everything was all so black
Writing in this class
Man i hope i pass.
Shayna is real sweet
And maybe so is Pete
Molly is my friend.
She really makes me bend

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