Megh Nov 2017

the truth is i didn't like Fight Club
if you heard me talk about sex the way i do
you'd call me a whore,
the fact is if you saw me starve myself to fit into my skinny jeans
you'd feel pity on me
you'd laugh at my miniature vocabulary
and cringe at my vulgar mouth
i can't help it if i blow kisses like a drag queen
and dream of having sixteen babies
and you by my side
you'd stop believing every word i say if you heard my childhood stories
but baby, believe me when i tell you
these things are only to make you stay

Twins, they are your kids,
Identical they are delightful,
Tie them together you do,
Sensual feeling for both you & me.

My HP Poem #1654
©Atul Kaushal
Ksjpari Aug 2017

All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
Such children are made stand at curbside
And never in limelight nor can they decide
Where to win or verve or vigor or hide.
Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried
Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed
In his support who was naughty and vied
For excellence in his behavior to ride
The position he not aspired for in pride.
Hence again I like to say – Never divide
Children in class and creed; nor deride
Them for what they not had spied.
Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried
Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Ksjpari Aug 2017

In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though not so clever.
Will take his father’s and mother’s good care;
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
zebra Aug 2017

tattooed girl
hello kitty
in need of a purge
she cums first
in the whip me
with a with wet noodle
pain Olympics

her fruit launcher
like a summer papaya
pussy gush
kissey squirts
candy crush
all gobbledygoo
and lickyfu

ooow she swayed
to the whip back crack
her torso bent
heaven sent

dipped in hot pot
and laughing lady sauce
she squealed
for
bok choy
eel cock
and slippy toy

butt buttered waffles
and gummy worms
lime and cherry dicks
with candy sperms

you can find her
in the bend over den
eating puffer fish
so very Zen

toes gooey wet
spread on a cot
oh so high
suck and squat
shibari baby
tied in a knot

cunt bobba bubble
and chrysanthemum tea
nut scented black beer
and milk pearl pee

its the end of the line
ready to dine
get the gag
flex the spine

face to the ground
feet to the sky
held like a dove
cunts splash cry

naughty sex sex sex
Harley Hucof Jun 2017

(S)weet smile and bright eyes
(W)e said we'll wait but that was a lie
(A)nother night by my side and u crave it
(L)ets get naked i knw u wnt to taste it
(L)ife is short so is my patience
(O)nce i've said it it became my obssesion
(W)ill you be my wife?

(I) love you so much
(T)ime to admit what a mistake that was


Words Of Harfouchism.

When your wife won't suck it
Poetic T Jun 2017

a button is flicked
managing to turn you on

do you see the light

this can be taken different ways just by the mood your in lol
Poetic T May 2017

Her scent was ambrosia on his lips,
swimming within oceans
hearing the waters calling.

Waves gently lapped upon features.
As the ripples settled, he could taste
the essence of her, drowning in pleasure.

Poetic T May 2017

April showers fall
dewdrops taste like sweet honey

thunders sighs erupt

Naughty but nice, picture says a 17 syllables :)
Alienpoet May 2017

There is a monster in my toy box and he’s covered in purple fur.
His eyes are like slot machines and they whizz around and whir.
He makes me say silly things and he plays with our cat.
He hides the TV remote under the bathroom mat.
He comes out every night to read through all my books.
He tears the corners, he writes in them in crayon and just look...
When I try to catch him, he scurries far away.
Mummy and Daddy, I’m not naughty, I just have to say:
“It was the monster in my toy box, he’s naughty all the time.
You just never see him ‘cos he’s so clever with all his crimes!”

A children's poem
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