#cheeky
Sappho of the South
Sweetest lips upon my mouth
From Tomboy Casanova
To Soft Butch Jehovah
Stone Top, Touch-Me-Not
To chapstick and Birkenstocks
She’s my Strapping Queen
The only flicker of my bean
Oh, Lavender Menace
I’m on my knees in minutes
Stud-finder
Cunt-diver
Love-guider
Me-inside-her
Lover’s lips upon my mouth
Lovely Sappho of the South
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
O! Bake me a cake of your lovely
sweet ****
And I'll eat it, savouring every bite
How I'd love to collapse my face right
into it....
That throne upon which she sits
The sheer arrogance magnificence of
it.
O! I've been up her hills
And down her valleys
But I ain't ever seen anything
Like her two cheeky Charlies.
O! I love their lazy swagger
Would love them served to me on a
platter.
Her wonderful pert and Queenly
bottom
Her splendid imperious behind.
So you can keep your views on
Donald Trump
And fundamentalist religion
Me! All I want are thoughts of you
And your beautiful curvaceous
bottom.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
I am the lamb
Lead me to the post you prepared
Tie me there tightly
Take your knife from its sheath
Plunge it deep in my neck
Drain me until there is no more
Love me while I perish
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Hey cheeky Teddy Bear!
Did they call you fat?
No, You aren't baby,
You have a wonderful warmth,
The earth looks beautiful
Through your warmth that hugs
Souls with Love and feelings..
Little Doughnut you aren't fat,
You are curvy
& Chummy Chum.
Sweet little potato
Smile a loads
Yes! You are
A Chum chum Plumy Doll.
__Fathima Ruhee__
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
.
Fig leaves suit you,
but I can't wait 'til Autumn ;)
© Pagan Paul (2018)
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Ladies, ladies, ladies,
in all shapes and sizes.
Some like no other
in malesque disguises.
There's more if you know
where to look down below.
From a soft,
sausage snake,
long and hard,
you can make.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
while out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
despite without doubt...
if closing distance
(to reach rental abode)
beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle
transmitting excretory code
set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,
and wooded make shift commode
and essentially for naught negating
toddler toilet training, sans
getting ***** trained undone
via my ***** ready to explode
and blast immense solid waste byproduct
(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
thus a marathon race against time
found immediate readiness to pull off roadside
to access make shift water closet
generating image firmly in pooping mode
grabbing hold of a tree trunk
(a mini rocky horror picture show, -
this analogy included for no particular reason
other than as a non-sequitur)
and also to convey, how I tried
to allay distractions
while painful contractions flowed
(perhaps approximating a woman
on verge of giving birth)
but...no matter, aye could envision,
an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load
hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
this chap abandoned
prior simultaneous evacuation plan
starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk
(nonetheless, thy darting darting
anguish, futile lizard like lookout,
a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush
even for a measly Georgian bush
quickened nsync with ****** spasms
visual scouting industrialized
where backhoes didst crush
once a time sacred happy hunting grounds
of native Americans, now flush
with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,
where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush
puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush
a doo doo about nothing) except sprint
ting to a void push
immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush
peopling infrastructure affixing
urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Some folks pluck a cherry and some folks poke a peach.
I like to choose the far out fruit that others fail to reach!
for~
I’m a *******
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.
We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song and swing along with me.
I’m a *******
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.
Yeh!
We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song!
and swing along
with me!
X
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
The breeze in the air is redolent
And the heart gambols with glee
To the tintinnabulation of wind chimes
Ah, what sweet felicity.
The whispering of trees is mellifluous
As is the susurrous of floral woods
How salubrious is the efflorescence
Beside the ebullient babbling brook.
Old man winter is but fugacious
For I've stumbled upon my inglenook
I wake to the breath of spring
Oh, it's summer eternal in my book.
My cup now holds ethereal elixir
It's manna from the heavens above
I found you - ah, serendipity
If this isn't, then what is love?
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
.
J'ai amour, cela me preoccupe.
Avez vous un petit ami?
Non!
Vous avez maintenant ... s'il tu plait.
© Pagan Paul (14/05/17)
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
I miss you,
And your smug smile,
The way you'd hmm
At every thought
And possibility.
Time was irrelevant
With you at my side,
Seconds were oceans,
And minutes were the sun.
I loved the world
As it was with you,
Dazzlingly confusing
Yet so simple.
It was topaz.
Semi-precious,
Yet so beautiful.
Like you.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
I was once told by a work colleague
I am living proof that romance is dead
Ha.
Well look at me now
A poet.
Not a fleshy headstone
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Echo illicit idioms,
into my ear.
Speaking ***** always was
your favourite pitfall.
But maybe getting trapped
would be best for us
both.
Who needs sunlight anyway?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
A smirk hanged off his lips as if it was a semi-colon.
;
Half-opened lips as if in midsentence, when in fact he has said nothing.
And all this time,
his eyes was on you.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
The suns goin down... and it's beginning to get late...
I take her hand now... stare at her eyes and tell her she looks great..
I get lost in her gaze... fighting to find my way out of this glorious maze..
Her hand brushes my cheek.. and I can smell her hair... so tender and sweet...
I take her hand in mine and get on one knee...
I reach for the box and a tear begins to creep...
I show her the ring and she falls to meet me...
I kiss her lips with mine...
and in that moment we can stop time...
She's everything perfect.
Not just physically but mentally, emotionally, healthy and we just connect.
I can't quite explain it... it's just something you need to experience...
Love..
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Seems like
Words are failing
Maybe We should use our mouths
For other things
How about kissing?
Right there
On that part of my naval
As I brush your hair
Maybe I'll let out a little sigh
As you linger there for a while
Look up and smile
Pretty eyes got me gazing
Words may be failing but
There's other ways to speak
Your hands gently trailing
got my body feeling Weak
Self control startin to slip
Better watch my mouth
As I bite your lip
It stings
But not the way words do
No need for censorship
This mouths being used for other things
Maybe to let out a laugh,a little grin
As you make your move
To help me relax and
Leave your mark on my skin
Raising the heat
Got me craving!
Tongues may be wagging
In the morning
But ours are for tasting
So what do you say?
Mmm don't speak.
My hearts racing
Legs shaking
As you play your mouth piece
Sighhhh
And I
Might just have to pull you in tight
Might just have to have you all night
But don't worry
It's our lil secret, I won't say a thing
Words may have failed us
But mouths don't need words
To do wonderous things
;)
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Doctor told me
I got a Vitamin D deficiency
Thought *"I coulda told you that!
It's been 7 months!"*
#TrueStory
But in all seriousness
Twas a relief
To have an explanation
For all the fatigue
And flu and aches
And moods
I know I'm sick but was
Tired of always feelin ill
Child with Ricketts level
Gave me some souped up pills
Could feel it in my bone ahhs!
This is the ****** ***
Alive again!
Spring in my step!
And though this is all said in fun
There's lessons to be taken
From the blood tests
I just had done
Put those vampire tendencies
Behind you
Catch them rays
Enjoy the ride
And erase the gloomy days
Of sitting inside
Go get out in the sun!
AND IF NOT GO GET YOURSELF SOME!
;)
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
He said
he would call.
He didn't.
She waited by the phone.
As she thought,
he seemed to like her.
She replays in her head,
all that she did and had said.
Couldn't have been me, she contends.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC