#biting
while grabbing my pens
for the upcoming class,
i see that almost all of them
have a missing piece.
that is due to my habit
of chewing on
their plastic shells.
when i see someone
in which hope leads me
knowingly
onto stress
and heartbreak,
its like i wish to
open wide
and grasp my round
and dull teeth
onto a piece of their soul
a piece i truly will never have.
what does it mean to miss
the smell of grass and mildew
among the sunny days of childhood?
where my friends were bark and leaf
and seemed to give so much
a small child could ever wish for?
do i need to be completed?
or am i just
a missing piece
of a bigger mosaic?
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
Burning, my body is burning!
Oh, my skin is melting off!
Oh, I can taste the cooked organs inside me!
Oh I enjoy the feeling!
I am an accused, accuser, and the bystander
Sitting across the room.
I am the lighter, the blade, the teeth, the spray
the pin, the tack, the fist, the smack
I am the head, the scissors, the pen, the clippers,
the sharpener, the needle, the tab, the nail,
I am the eraser, the pillow, the razor, the wall
the metal, the plastic, the paper, the stone.
I am death itself, the burrowed face of a call
I’m an insignificant point of a static sprawl
I am a cutter, I am a burner, a biter,
a scratcher, a suffocator, a starver,
I have tried it all, and I can’t get enough
You, you don’t ever need to call my bluff
Since you should know I’d do it in an instant
And perhaps, my skin, this time, won't be resistant
I drop lines across my body
The word “SHALLOW” engraved into my thigh
If you asked me the question, the singular, Why?
I’d tell you, Well, the carved word into my skin
The word of “SHALLOW”, could’ve been a win,
But the word “SHALLOW”, wasn't deep enough.
I cut over the same line a lot
Until the depths of my skin haven't come out so hot
I zig-zag across my body, with a razor, a lighter, my teeth
Mainly these days, I said I’d try to use nothing
But the gentle caressing of my dull fingers.
The breath of fresh air still finds me and lingers.
I’m told if I cut, I’d find a fair place,
One where my body takes up much less space
I don’t know if its true, I’d rather be nice
I’d rather have the decency, not to bed slice
I relapsed on new years, I did it that day twice
I told myself that time,
“starting off new years badly like this
will help me in the long run, bring me some clear bliss.”
It didn’t, what a surprise
It just gave me some red glasses
And clouded my eyes.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:58 PM UTC
I bite
not only with words
when I mean bite
I mean that teeth fill the night
with tears in my eyes
and the pain fills the head
cause I said:
if you want to dream this high
then there needs to be perfection
without any exception
I feel with pain
but the truth is that
I don't know how to stop
cause I do it at all cost
and it all started when I was lost
sitting on my bed
fighting in my head
my hands in my hair
and breathing all the air
my eyes from left to right
never thought that I'd be right
I do bite
and fingers once unharmed
have now scars so deep
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Everything kept in bittersweet silence
Lips ****** from biting back the sentences I am not courageous enough to speak aloud
Eyes shut to avoid sting of reality
Upon shelves towering above stature sit dusty expectations
Long since placed carefully with wonderment
Slathered in cobwebs and mice have moved in and taken up permanent residence in the nooks between
It's a **** miracle they stayed in position this whole time
I cannot seem to stop fidgeting and swinging wildly from distraction to distraction
Branches leading away from my plans
Some of them not even sturdy enough to tolerate my weight
Sending me spiraling spectacularly to the solidly packed earth far below
Selecting thrills instead of skills
Denying truth politely
As one turns down a piece of gum
And it doesn't help laying bare my soul
I do anyways
Although I resent pain caused by opening these ancient wounds at least then my sorrow is freed
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
Cos when I bite my nails with no light to see,
I wake up in the morning to them screaming at me,
Broken, torn, and fraying at the seams.
And I think
**** why do I do this to me?
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 2:33 AM UTC
i remember the taste of metal in my mouth,
the warmth and the pain of
turning my fiery words
into mountains of ash
years of biting my tongue,
wanting to scream,
yet the smoke chokes my lungs
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair
The way you bit on my shoulder
Legs
Thighs
Neck
The way you hit my cheek
And left marks of yourself all over me
The way you flung money on my face
The way you kept ******* me
Even though I was asking, begging
PLEADING
For you to stop
The way you screamed,
"Work harder you *****
I didn’t waste money for you to stop"
And the bruises you left
When I passed out?
I
Am the girl
From the Red Room of The ***** House.
I
Am the ****
Who is ***** everyday
But society says,
"NO. It's all for the easy money"
I
Am the gold-digger
Crying for people to stop.
I
Am the story
Of eighty million **** toys
Behind the Curtains less Doors of Pleasure for Men.
No.
We aren’t **** stars.
We don't become famous for filming obscene videos.
We are just some toys
That men borrow
Like a rental car.
We are the colors
The society talks about in hushed voices
In the corner of a deserted street.
We are the discarded clothes
You never wore
Because they weren’t good enough.
We are the succubuses
Of every man's dream.
We are Pleasure
And
Lust
And
Money
And
Sin.
But,
We die a bit everyday.
We have felt, seen and heard pain
MORE than any one of you here.
We are WOMEN.
But no one holds a candle lit march for us
When one of us is *****
Because
"It's all for the easy money"
Isn’t it?
We are the Strippers, the Prostitutes, the *****
We
Are the nightmares you never wish to have
We
ARE THE UNSHED TEARS OF A FORGOTTEN PAST.
do you remember me now?
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
where to begin?
not this **** again
the constant deliberation
your harsh beration
is that even a word?
I wouldn't know, you're not here to correct me
But I'll still prostrate myself before you
Never imply, never implore you
to swallow the pride I so eminently taste
on the tip on your tongue in the flames of your space
for I articulated immensely and pure,
I've no pride left -- I've already tried to say
that I Miss You
In the olive branch of thought, or concern, or encouragement
The snicker on your lips at the edge of the cord
Has snapped in my face, in a favored exchange
You say I don't owe you
But maybe I do?
I couldn't tell you why
I'll still say I Miss You
Chuckle in my face
say I'm looking too hard
when half passed a year, and I saw that you star- -ted
to write in the place I hold dear to my heart
You played where you meant and you knew these parts
I would puzzle together would puzzle my head
to ensure that your seed had been planted and fed
And I hate the feeling you put in this trough
I'll lap at the puddle, still claim that is
All Love.
You forget that I know you
From that you can't hide
You forget that I know the shake in your voice
When you lie
Despite your uncanny ability still,
This hostility doesn't suit you
Not that I think that I will
change that as of late.
I just wish you could swallow that burdened mind
The one with the Pride?
The one you never tried
to combat or control
because control is a need
I see that , I know that , so control what you please
But no more, not me
It's me.
It is me.
Can you not at all, remember it's me?
Not a burden
A binding
An obligation "back home"
No pressure
No lectures
Just a box of our notes.
The snipping aversion proceeding the kind
Doesn't look good on you,
I've reached and I've tried.
So I'll favor this favor, because my heart's cured --
Unbandaged,
I'll tell you I Miss You
once more.
this time try to
Be honest with me.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Spanking and biting
Tying me to the bedframe
You make pain pleasure
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
I have a short patience
for people who annoy me
by being too noisy
or being too boring
I try to listen
I try to be polite
but the more I nod and smile
the more I feen to bite
As I look at them
dead in the eye
acting like I care
inside I want to die
And I usually don't realize
right off the bat
as I ****** my fingers in
I forget where I'm at
All my focus is absorbed
by my nibbling need
to every last nail
I only stop to bleed
As I go at it
I only glance up for breath
But I never stop biting
For my nails are my ****
Only once they
leave me alone
I look around and
see what I've done
I raise my hand
to wave goodbye
but it gets caught
just below my eyes
and I open my mouth
to say something nice
words don't come out
I just bite on my vice
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
My mother dearly wanted
to be Dorothy Parker.
She yearned for a taste of the power that comes
from a truly witty response.
She craved to deliver
A statement so powerful
and sardonic that it would terminate
all argument or discussion.
My proximity made me an easy target to practice on
as each of our arguments ended with a bon mot
delivered with the all the acerbic flourish of Bette Davis.
As I listened to her footsteps receding down the hallway
I had only to take one more breath
before the footsteps reversed direction
and - standing at the doorway to my room -
She would deliver another culminating witticism
turn, leave and repeat.
In the fifties and sixties an intelligent woman –
a single mother of three
with no high school diploma,
but a surfeit of imagination –
Savoured what little power she could find
even if it was a fiction, a delusion
or just a punchline sharp enough to draw blood.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
sweet sweet seduction
tender kisses
and biting lips
you lift me up
I get lost in your eyes
your touches so soft
my heart is beating
I open up
you let me fall
my desire remains
hurting games
sweet sweet seduction
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
When you hear
Others back biting
Your friend
Listen , assured,you too
On the morrow
Will be a victim to the trend!
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
If my thoughts could be described as a Color,
Which one would You choose?
Do my eyes still search for You.
Do they peer Everlong from a field of Poppies?
Red like the color of this Stain on my Lips,
Forever the shade of Biting my Tongue.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
*The mouth
does mysterious things
tasting your skin
like wine
your fluid lost down
my throat
I kiss you in
deliberate licks
the musk in shadows
divine intervention
rises and falls like
soft petals
and wet as rain...*
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
You can learn a lot about a person just by looking at their hands.
Is the skin picked off, do scabs and blood surround the nails?
Are their fingernails bitten down so much that small slivers of blood show atop each one, where nail should be?
These small indicators can point toward anxiety, and troubling lives. You should always remain respectful, because you don't know what a person is going through.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Fleas, ticks and chiggers
the bane of a rural life
animals suffer
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
We’re not as perfect as we like to say,
it's just another game that we play,
as you fall under my angelic spell.
the demon comes out.
and it wants to stay.
Cherubs cry,
as I tighten the ties,
and angels sob,
I put the gag back in your mouth.
blood red tears streaming down your back.
leather against skin,
cause you like it like that.
Your so cute when you scream,
its your masochistic dream.
biting deep in your skin.
face in the pillow,
suffocating again.
But you like that don’t you.
nails in your flesh,
color me aroused.
what’s the safe word you ask?
put that gag back in your mouth.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
Air carresses porcelain skin
His firm lips press eagerly to every nook
Hands graze over pert *******
Goosebumps appear as nails dig lightly
Teeth sink ever so slightly into pouty full lips
Lithe figure squirms beneath him
Brilliant twinkling blues stare at the dent in the lip
Leaning forward svelte tongue drags across
Tasting
Teasing
Suckling
Finally sinking pearly whites into the dent
Ears perk as a hard moan escapes from deep within her
Releasing the lip leaves that wondrous mouth to catch
The sound that drives every lover wild
Gasping
Grinding
Groaning
Her body like an instrument
To be stroked, trimmed, plucked
Until that magnificent all consuming music plays out
With tender strokes, pads lightly pluck taut rose buds
Body leans back over the arm
Ample spheres of beauty push out as the back arches
Flames of spun silk kiss the floor
Aqueous tongue traces a path up the center
Veering right at the last second
Drenching tightly drawn peaks by suckling with the inferno
Inside his mouth
Insides quiver almost tossing her over ecstacy's edge
Feeling his phallus hard against trembling thigh
Blood races to the pleasure center pulsating where his rod presses
Crying out passionately, followed by begs
"Please"
"Please what?" He asks.
Each word sending lava to her core
"I don'don't know!" She screams frustrated
He chuckles further infuriating and confusing her
Knowing what is wanted he continues to tease
Pulling her forward with hands pinned behind her back
An exasperated sounds emits from swollen lips
"Tsk Tsk" He admonishes
Subtlety grinding the tip of his staff against that hidden pearl
She struggles, yanking at her arms
Unable to escape the torment, trying to block it
Suddenly a door opens a soft mew fills his ears
Soft plush pillows caressed by firm ones
Mouths open as tongues greet eagerly,
Twisting
Turning
Dancing
Caressing
He feels the change the point of no return
Lush curves push against muscles
Bare mound begins to move up and down his thigh
Moisture soaking through his jeans
A fierce cry permeates the air as his teeth sink into her neck
Replaced by tongue stabbing over, suckling hard
Yet biting again
He feels her pace pick up as she grinds deeper and faster
Pain equals pleasure
Pleasure is pain
He begins to crank up the heat
Nipping the ear lobe as fingers grip and pull on tight *******
Her body responds like a well played guitar
Cries and moans spur him on
Bites become harder
Pinches become twists
The pale silk flesh suddenly covered in red welts
Mews turn to groans
Groans turn to cries
Cries turn to screams
As the screams start his thigh is flooded with her ***
Moans escape his lips in time for her kiss to catch them
His member is pulsating, he needs to take her soon
Ruby lips are devouring his
Teeth smash together
Lips split and bleed
The salty taste the only clue
He feels her lips pressing against his neck
Licking
Kissing
Nibbling
Biting
Feeling her teeth press deep into his neck is his undoing
Growling loudly as his body reacts
**** jumps up with steady spasms
Yanking the buttons off the fly
Fully engorged mushroom springs forward at the tip of
9 sleek thick inches
"Ahhhhhh" relief as the beast is let out
Unpinning her hands they immediately go for his shaft
Gripping tight
Air ***** hard like a kick to the stomach
Lips meet again
Twirling, suckling, dancing fervently
Hands everywhere no part left untouched
He slides a finger deep between silky folds
Pulling forth the sweetest nectar
Leaning forward tongue delves out suckling the heated sweetness
Her breath hot in his ear as two fingers dip deep
Filling, stretching, pushing, adding a third elicits a guttural moan
Fingers curl up pressing against the soft ledge
Mouths crash together again
Hand grabs a fist of flames pulling back
Deep emeralds flash such fire stare back
Watching as her last effort to undo me occurs
Tongue glides slowly tracing her mouth lips
Fingers ease out replaced by the sword
Placing digits between her lips leaning in tasting her *** upon her lips
As his hard length slams home plundering Her tight volcanic well deep
Pushing
Pulling out
Ramming to the hilt
Mouth swallowing every sound
Allowing it to fuel musical movements
In, out, up, down
Sliding, pumping
Biting, pinching
Flesh hitting flesh the clapping sound oblivious to us
Her heated well ******* his clock deeper
Hips lifting, gyrating meeting each ******
Opening to him like no other
Sweat covers naked flesh
Bodies collide over and over
Neither giving less than the other
Feeling her vice grip upon his shaft it begins to quiver
He increases the pinching, biting, and suckling
Rocking to and fro harder, faster
Gasping as his clock twitches
Her hand reaches between them making a circle around the base
Gripping tight as he pumps in, tighter still on withdrawal
Ahhhs, Ohhs, yeesssses!
Fill the room
Her emerald greens gaze deep into his striking blues
Arching hard her body beneath his
Her ***** having such a grip he can't breathe
His ***** tense as he feels his own ecstasy approaching
Trying to move but wanting to hold on just a moment longer
The redhead leans up tracing his lips with her tongue
Slamming home three more times
Sacs draw up and he feels the release as it flies through his staff
Spewing deep into her red hot well
Her walls tremble, gripping and releasing after her own body
Explodes, her juices spurting forward mixing with his as spasms rock their world
Afterwards is calm and warm
Looking at her sweet flesh now a wreck, marks from his teeth, fingers and lips evidence of how hot things became
Lips meet once more in an almost chaste kiss
Bodies intertwined as they fall asleep
Each dreaming about the hours before.
Sleeping in blissful contentment
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Place your teeth in that area
that so commonly
brings about such pleasure,
where so many others
love to feel the presence
of sensual sensations.
But take it passionately further
for me, harder than a nibble,
enough to cause a sharp intake
of breath accompanied
by a widening of eyes.
I get moist just from the sensation
of your teeth teasing goosebumps
from their hiding places
beneath my skin.
But the biggest difference with you, sir,
is your ability to time this
most delicious of temptations.
Done at the most precise moment,
you have the ability to catapult me
right over the precipice.
And your timing,
oh baby,
is your timing perfect.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
I like to bite,
not overly hard,
just enough to make one wince,
perhaps, a sharp intake of breath,
showing that my bite is hard enough.
I so desire feeling soft flesh,
tensing between my teeth,
especially when rounded and firm.
Neck first, working downwards,
nipping into the shoulder,
chewing that succulent muscle,
with tight, tentative nibbles.
I am even bitten in return,
my pressure gauged by intent,
taken from the one biting me.
If teeth come hard and sharp,
trust me, then so do mine,
if they are loving and gentle,
once again, so are mine.
I work across the *******
delighting in the ***** *******
chewing drawing responses,
tongue sliding over her stomach,
lower, lower, down to the hips.
Biting very hard into thighs,
making her cry, back arching,
bringing writhing gasps to die for,
reaching her vulnerable centre,
soothing with deep, heavy licks,
tantalisingly teasing, so sweet.
Suddenly, flipping her over,
rough as you like, choice slaps,
smarting on her plump bottom,
before biting, biting, biting,
taking in every curvaceous part,
devouring, chomping, so yummy!
I part her legs, diving between,
my tongue lapping in a frenzy,
deep, deep, tasting the juice,
before rising, pinning shoulders,
entering, gliding, slowly, surely,
giving long, languorous strokes.
Hips grinding, hard and deep,
circling round and round,
momentum building, building,
firm hands gripping her hips,
flesh slapping against flesh,
as we match our rhythm,
lunging, pounding, thrusting,
exploding, on and on,
more and more, until,
we are spent, trembling,
slowing, easing.
A final twisting whip,
circling the very edge,
bringing smiles,
a playful giggle,
it tickles, so nice,
I lean forward, so good,
nuzzling, caressing,
ah, all because,
I like to bite.
©Paul M Chafer
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
Mocking me, I
Stare with complete
Rage.
Quiet still.
Faces diamond like
Frozen and sentient
Biting fingertips
And kissing ***
Cigarettes are your
Sighs
Teeth exposed for
Attitude.
Eyes frail, eyelashes
Extended to heaven.
Ecstasy is natural.
Reflection becomes the
Days puddles form on
Rainy days
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
I'm biting my skin
Because my nails
Well, they've been bitten to the nub
My anxiety is taking over
But I won't let it show
I don't know what to say
So the only reason my mouth is open
Is so it can wrap around my flesh
If you gave me back my blade,
I would stop biting my nails
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC