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Aaron LaLux Jun 2018
No rules,
coffee and ******* at midnight,
killing common sense but in my defense,
I’m an uncommon guy and I’m not having kids,

subtracting erratic additives,
adding eccentric adjectives,

and with this we carry on,
where are we at and why would we mourn,
in Petaluma ignore the rumors,
not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn,

sick of the ****,
I need a medic that’s right I said it,
something’s wrong what’s going on,
everyone and everything’s uncut and unedited,
full steam ahead no sedatives,
don’t know who said what,
or why they said it quick,

but I don’t care either way anymore,
‘cause I’ve got no fcks left to give,
told you before,
this is uncut and unedited,

no cares,
no fcks,
no rules,
so what,

know what?

I lost my marbles but got girls by the car full,
plus I’m too fresh to rust but still got a few screws lose,
not a Scrooge Goose or a fat duck,
I’m The Man AKA That Dude,

and I play the Game yeah but I don’t play by the rules,
so I don’t have to choose between engine and caboose,

I’ll take the whole kit and caboodle you boys’re out your noodle,
getting it all all the time in a New York state of mind with a happening aptitude,
half reckless half recluse and add a nothing to lose attitude,
and I know it all looks outta control but don’t worry we’ve got this glued,

sippin’ on gin and juice trippin’ on cid and shrooms shout out to Snoop,

no rules,
coffee and ******* at midnight,
killing common sense but in my defense,
I’m an uncommon guy and I’m not having kids,

subtracting erratic additives,
adding eccentric adjectives,

and with this we carry on,
where are we at and why would we mourn,
in Petaluma ignore the rumors,
not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn…

∆ LaLux ∆
Deep Thought May 2018
Can we talk about something real quick?
Do you remember what you did last night?
I do.

You remember that video you watched when ya girl went to sleep?
Yeah, I've done that too.
Although, in my case, at least I waited till she went to work.

If you say it can't be so, I'd be a big fat liar.
Women don't watch **** ,
I say the hell yes we do.
After-all it's so accessible, these desires of the flesh.

For the Women who have, know
you are not alone.
Yes, I have been there too.
My eyes forever tainted.

Next thing you know,
you start embellishing these images of the "perfect" man.

Guess what,
MR. "PERFECT" DOESN'T EXIST.
Fiction.

Face it, that muscle man eventually turns into an old man.
Matthew 5:28, 1 Corinthians 6:18-20, Romans 12:2, 1 John 2:16
Styles May 2018
Now,
laying on the bed.
Your legs spread,
I’m all over it.
Standing overhead,
You getting over it.
Simon say,
repeat  after me:
Deep ******; filling your need.
Uncontrollable; lust
controlling me.
Our Body language,
making progress.
Overcome by my touch
Multiples,
then ecstasy,
next is me,
feeling the energy.
Ready to digress.
Swallow my pride,
leave the rest to me.
Handle it the best:
Removing your clothing,
quickly undress,
actions speak louder than words;
so you know the rest.
Inside your body:
Expanding,
Stretching,
Flexibility: Flexing
as we ***.
Deeper ******,
Getting deeper,
Continuously; getting closer.
You know what comes next.
The explosions, explosive
Killing me.
The experience; Destiny
left us breathlessly.
Head over heels;
but to some degree,
your upside down: restlessly
looking at me eagerly.
Still so *****,
plans to *** again:together
in your holy matrimony.
Styles May 2018
All day,
My mind plays;
fast-forward
on the hour,
our foreplay,
at four today.
Me inside you;
hard pressed;
soaking wet;
hands: round neck.

Talking *****,
making a mess.
Wet lips; stolen breathe.
The future coming; past tense.
moans and groans.
Blood rushing; lost of breathe.
your face flush and,
we aren’t even touching.
Daydreaming; In real-time:

Bodies dripping wet,
Everybody copaset.
Change of tune.
Tone alternate.
On your marks;
I’m getting set.
Your legs ajar,
My hands upset.
Teasing my ****,
left you sticky-wet.
Between your lines,
I’m tracing it.
I won’t forget;
Her-rising; so fortunate
Constantly; awakening me
the forecast is set.
a merchant
bell that
Internet law
made spice
shoes till
their fairness
went overboard
in the
swamp of
prices that
would only
meet their
eye with
wise when
their highlighted
image did
inspire rise
aka Storuy Danieals
c Apr 2018
Ask me what kind of **** I am into
And I will take you on a magical journey
To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17

What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section
With her skirt hiked up;
Sirius Black in a secret passage way,
Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good;
And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets;
I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica,

And the sexiest part
Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick
Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning,
The sexiest part is knowing
That they are part of a bigger story;

That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** *******,
That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them,
And still I am told
That my **** is ‘unrealistic’.

Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’
So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for.
I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike
As a room full of lesbians begging for ****,
Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on.

Don’t you give me raw meat
And tell me it is nourishment,
I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.

It looks like 24/7 live streaming
Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not,
That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking,
That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair.

The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists
And called me a *****
I did not think 'run’,
I thought 'this is just like the movies’

I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.
It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more *******,
Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins,
It looks like the man who did not flinch
When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’.

If you play-act at butchery long enough
You grow used to the sounds of screaming,
It is just a side effect of industry;
Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces.
I will not practice ****** hands
I will not make believe dissected women,

My *** cannot be packaged
My *** is magic
It is part of a bigger story
I am whole
I exist when you are not ******* me
And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
I love throwing out my fave poems here!

Brenna Twohy is a poet and performer from Portland, Oregon. She is a two-time Portland City Slam Champion and was the 2014 representative to the Individual World Poetry Slam. (taken from her Google page). She is a part of Button Poetry collective as well. Check out this poem and more on YouTube (just type in the poem title). It is muuuch more riveting of a write when she speaks it,
Meghan Mar 2018
Listening to the devil
is seeing the
depths of hell
in your
own hands
Karisa Brown Mar 2018
Let me choke you
A few more times

I slapped his ****
Across my cheek
Held it in my mouth
And did it again

Oh you nasty little girl
You love daddy's ****
Don't you

Suction your head
And make a loud pop
As I come off

Finger up your *** now
Spit and slide lips round and down
Pumping finger in and out

Cupping your ***** like a ring
******* you
Till I scream
Now get every last drop
Mmmm that's right
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