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Styles Nov 2022
Your ******* aching
    your ***** leaking
       lips throbbing

You need a rod
       to fill you
leave you
  overflowing
  with pleasure
as juices
spew
Styles Oct 2022
a kitty cat walks down the alley
seeking to be seek'd
she is in heat
your king
they meet
Styles Oct 2022
***** Fingers;
     On sticky lips,
      a creamy delight
      to be licked
      and enjoyed
Ken Pepiton Jul 2022
Wars and rumors of wars,
plagues and questions of reason

sames we see,
times and seasons, sames we see

reasons to wonder, seasons to think
may be so, maybe otherwise, too;

same as me, and you.
Different almost always, still the same.
Sun showers, nearly always, this time of year.
Ricki Jul 2022
Kids are blowing bubbles in their lawn,
Sleepy hair—all messy— with pajamas on.
Yellow dandelions turn to grey.
They make wishes out of childs’ play.
As their seeds and pollen float away,
The sun is kissing freckles, tans, and burns.
Leaves are dressing trees, and flowers turn.
But suddenly it’s super, super hot.
Plants are drying out; their roots rot.
Firm plastic is so mushy that it’s bending.
Global warming is no longer impending.
Politicians and corporations act estranged
They pretend the climate hasn’t changed.
After all, why would they even care?
They won’t even live through the big scare.
Everyone and everything is melting.
The heat is excruciating and sweltering.
Andy Chunn Jun 2022
my melted minutes
searing sunshine sultry stares
torrid tropic tease
haiku
Mark Wanless May 2022
sept. 2018?

dead dog
on the hot road
soul
Radhika Krishna Apr 2022
There’s a bottle of my mother’s love
Sitting on the kitchen table
It’s gone sour
It’s Sunday morning,
In the piercing comfort of a place
I once would’ve called home,
And the world woke up and walked out on me

The aftermath of July grows right outside my bedroom window
While I sit on a desolate strip of imaginary sand,
With my head in a water cooler
As significant as an ill-fated horsefly
Styles Apr 2022
I watch her
climb of top

As she mounts me
I slowly fill her up
she rides me
I love the way she bucks

My explosion starts to erupt
Her body quakin
An eruption exploding
my hot lava seeping in
as it over runneth her cup
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