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Anya Mar 2020
Back before the woods were long
There came a quiet mourning song
Past the waters, wide and deep
The ancient Lares lay asleep
Without a home to dwell beneath
He stayed upon the withered heath
Seeing the forest climb and grow
Branches buds, then cracked to snow
Winter pushed the winds back west
And from it came a lively guest
She met him there upon the glade
Rotting roots where at he laid
She gave to him a bartlett pear
And knitted shawl for him to wear
Left as she came to border of sward
And skipped across the leafy yard
They met many times and many a year
Her frequent talks to him were dear
She often wore a carmine gown
That married her hair when came unbound
Often she sat against the trees
And simply hummed with pleasant breeze
Some mornings she brought a lyre strung
And with it ballads graced over her tongue
Her smiles were true as was her heart
And every day he wished to not part
He wished to hold her kaolin hands
But his were stiff of bronze and sands
There came a day when she gave no prayer
And long she sighed against the air
She spoke of home, far past the sky
To a land below the mountains high
Seldom remembrance of her birth
Brought forth a smile which held no mirth
She walked back south along the fen
And never once mentioned the country again
When she was gone he only would wait
To see her come down forest gate
And while he waited he sang her songs
Though nothing passed his lips of bronze
Rain swept by the leafy pass
And fell hard upon the feet of grass
He knew she walked when weather was warm
But still he waited within the storm
A malice rode on the passing wind
As if a warning was meant to send
He heard through thicket and swaying leaves
The sound of steps and voice of thieves
Heavy their feet but silently walked
Beneath the trees that viciously rocked
They passed the border of forest and field
Each with torch and swords they wield
They marched with sneers and sinful eyes
And soon he heard the village cries
His voice went out, silent and sheer
And in him sank a lasting fear
The nights horizon flaked with flame
And till the dawn he called her name
There he waited, but she never showed
Forever sat empty the weaving road
Years he cursed the molting land
And wished to **** each mortal man
The leaves ferment in his rotting dell
And beasts escaped its stench of Hell
Long he stood on perished grass
And soon he too would gently pass
There he faded with mist and cloud
And swift his shawl became a shroud
It's been 6969 days since 2000 ended and I thought I'd just share that fact with y'all
A poem every day
30-01-2020

nice.
Poetic T Sep 2019
What can I say I'm cheap,
I couldn't afford a 69 so I went
for the cheaper 59, 10% off.
      
                      Ye off the end result.


She was like tongue me deeper,
                    and she blew me.

Not like a vacuum hose,
more like blowing a birthday
                        candle out.

I'm moaning, she's coming.
Then a gust of wind in my face.

What can I say, she called me cheap!
And you get what you paid for,
I don't know why but my ***** are singed.....

To realistic for my liking that *******.
A picture paints a thousand words,
A novel tells a hundred stories.
A poem shares a million thoughts,
But what do we?
A poem every day.
Try Dec 2018
you can't game & watch the clock,
that's how you lose another stock,
she run away with your cash,
its a smash and dash,
over in a flash,
at least you still got to tap dat ***,
sitting back puffin da herb,
think how its so absurd
that 69 be the cap
in smash,
that's the ultimate smash,
****** innuendo
right in front of your face,
hurry up and get your fix,
that taste,
that glaze all over her face,
yeah.

© Try
for all those who are enjoying Super Smash bro Ultimate
danny Aug 2017
Blonde hair, tight tanned body
Not usually my type but
You stir something in me down there.

You smile shyly,
Girl, you are going to get us into more trouble.
You don't seem to need much coaxing.

Down slides the red cocktail dress,
Your toned body freed.
Black lace ******* shielding heaven.

Soft lips on mine, feels so good
Supple ******* in the palm of my hand,
Pinching ***** *******, a specialty of mine.

Feeling you tremble underneath me
Floods my cup,
I cannot wait to taste you.

I feel your fingers slide
between my thighs,
As our tongues do ballet.

Going to gain our membership
to the sisterhood now.
Wet knuckle status.

We are top to toe,
Better access.
I am starving for you.

It wont take us long to reach Nirvana,
I get it now,
I would have burnt my bra if I ever wore one.

Your ****** and my mouth are a perfect match
I do not usually swing this way
but am honored to dip my toe in your pool.

Crying out you pull away.
That's not how I work,
You will leave complete or not at all
Lyla from my previous one night stand trilogy, my first one in a series of ****** poetry, I decided to continue doing more, Feed back is welcome
Poetic T Mar 2017
meal for a couple
moisture saturates damp lips
tastes do fulfil both
69 a meal for two :)
Äŧül Sep 2016
You're going on the highway,
Bringing a new 4-string bass guitar,
And a drum-set too for your sons.

Now you could be a family rock band,
You could churn your own Summer of '69,
The world will know you three now.

A really ******* hitchhikes in your car,
You are tensed as your eyes meet.
There is unfathomable longing in hers,
And the bathykolpian woman's so inviting.
You can't play the good man at this age,
You decide to cheat your own wife now.

You stop the car quickly anyhow,
A quickee's on your mind & nothin' more.
She smiles at you and lunging towards her,
You smell the inviting scent of hers.
In middle of the kiss you start foreseeing,
You forsee a bright romantic future,
Suddenly her wellbeing's lost & she vomits.

Then you bring her to the hospital,
The gynaecologist congratulates you,
"Congrats! You're going to be a father!"
Taken aback, you say, "But I just met her!"
The girl who hitchhiked says, "He's ****** lying!"
The doc summons the police and your test is done,
"Good news & bad news," the doc says,
"One, you're not her baby's father."
Hearing this you're relieved.
"Now the bad news, doc," you say.
The doc says, "You could have never have fathered any even if you intended to."
You are flabbergasted, "What the hell! Why?"
The doc pacifies, "Your load doesn't have any sperms,"
Seeing you shocked the doctor says,
"It's a birth defect that happens rarely but yes it does..."
"...You may sue the girl for everything."

The biggest shock in your life so far.

You just shake your head and turn around to go.

You're in the middle of a nightmare,
It couldn't be true!
If not you then the 2 kids back home,
They belonged to whom!


Now that's the biggest tension!
Part 1/2

HP Poem #1156
©Atul Kaushal
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