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Autmn T Aug 12
Shameful to feed your kids breastmilk in public, but yet we will feed them bullets in their public schools.
Annoyed with the urgency some people treat something natural and the dismissive nature they treat something urgent.
Äŧül Feb 16
I looked at you, babe,
Only to dream about it,
Oh! I experienced it.

In the dream that I was having,
I was happily skiing,
Skiing down the valley.

Down the smooth bathykolpian valley,
I dreamt that I was falling freely.
I went around the navel to *** down under.
My HP Poem #1732
©Atul Kaushal
Her hair
Like the silk bought from princes,
Delivered on ancient caravans
Sent to bring unknown wonders.

Her eyes
Like the jewels of a queen,
Preserved unblemished for the royals
Envied by the common man.

Her skin
Like velvet robes upon kings,
Worn as complete comfort and softness
Untouchably delicate.

Her lips
Like perfect quartz and ruby,
Crystalline sparkling of pink and red
Kissing with rare perfection.

Her *******
Like orbs of Delphic temples,
Firm and pure power of seduction
Giving source of life and love.

Like the finest of fine art,
Generations’ legends of beauty,
Unfit for her description.
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Äŧül Aug 2018
I envision a happy future,
You are underneath me
And the position is missionary.

And I am relishing your deep,
Lovely and **** valley
Of bathykolpian dreams.
My HP Poem #1715
©Atul Kaushal
Bridgett Blowe Jul 2018
I lick
my lips
and I taste
my lips
and tingle
I'm not supposed--
but I long
for it
the feeling
the itch
I want
to itch them
until I bleed
to devour
these poisonous
with red
down my face
my *******
my gut
and lower

the consumption
lures me
Ron Gavalik Jul 2018
When a drop of sweat
from your chin lands between
a lover's *******, some women
will recoil in disgust.
Others will moan and get off
on your labor to deliver pleasure.
The dame who digs a little sweat
during the younger years
will mop it from your forehead
in the nursing home.

-Ron Gavalik
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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
"May her ******* satisfy you."

******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?
First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
dance to me

we lift my skirt
she kissed me
how sweet

she paints me here naked
my hands
on her
she makes me
she paints

lighter shade

she drops her tears
brings her brush
to me

she brushes
her tears
on me
my eyes
as she paints me
these words

dare we
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