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Shivvy Sep 25
We are way more in my mind
The most wildest fetish I sign.
But only be abled of dream
Is an unjustified punishment, I deem.
When haven't even touched his skin
How can i be,
Guilty of sin?
Guilty as sin, is the song that describes you and me
How swiftly sweetness can easily be transformed into austerity even the best of minds have their fetish...
Deflations of the mind..
Styles Jun 2023
You little tease,
        You know,
        the thought of you,
        not wearing *******,
        under that dress,
        makes me hard,
        in all the right places.
Johnson Oyeniran Nov 2021
-Flawless rear end

Hop on my cozy bed and get on all fours for me, you **** woman,

I'll ******* ******* untill your ****** is filled with my *****!
Michael R Burch May 2020
Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch

Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.

Old ***** loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.

Keywords/Tags: chiasmus, pantaloons, *****, loons, *******, pun, wordplay, underwear, fetish, lingerie, pervert, perverts, *******
Max Neumann Mar 2020
in a void of air and space
music floats and keeps us safe
you need to listen

fo real and fo shizzle: listen
it's 3:45 everybody bossed up
dough fetish fantasies

the suzuki in a jakuzzi
keeps my mind busy
(keeps my mind busy)

how can you enter the next stage?
it's fo real like tizzops cage
the barrel of a golden gauge

look into my face: a rat race
never ending being fast paced
today is my last day but i will

remain
Today is a good day.
Ayn Dec 2019
You know I love this, you do as well
We all love the feeling of the dripping blood
I know this feeling brings us closer to hell,
But I cannot live through this emotion flood
I need it to stay alive and sane.
The feeling is good too, it’s bliss
I love all the self inflicted pain
I want more, everyday, without miss.
You may think I’m out of line, I’m crazy
But i know you love it too
You are a *****, you’re lazy
I deal with that **** everyday, and so do you.
We need our emotion vents to let out the crud.
Why not again use our own blood
so I’ve figured it out. The even numbered poems are me, while the odd numbered poems are... also me. But the odd numbered ones are by the ****** up me, the one that wants me to die and hurt myself.
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