#lewd - Hello Poetry

Is it too much to want his lips against mine? Is it too much to want his hand in mine? Is it too much to want to feel him next to me? Is it too much to want him to ruin me? Is it too much to want him?

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

Pink_Ink_Amber

Is It Too Much To Want?

Is it too much to want his lips against mine? Is it too much to want his hand in mine? Is it too much to want to feel him next to me? Is it too much to want him to ruin me? Is it too much to want him?

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I am ravenous for the space between us to collapse. I ache for the savage bite of his teeth pressed hungrily to the throbbing pulse of my neck, reminding me that I am nothing but flesh, fever, and desperate ache. I want his fingers to leave bruises like ink across my ribs—branding me with possession, written in the language of a slow, deliberate wreck. Drag me into the shadows where the light surrenders. I crave the salt of his sweat on my tongue, the heavy, rhythmic weight of him pinning me to the cold stone floor until I forget where my skin ends, and his hunger devours me. It is a frantic, starving thing, this need to be unraveled and ravaged by him. There is no room for slow and gentle in this ruin. I want to feel the marrow in his bones shudder against mine, to hear his breath turn into a ragged snarl As he claims every trembling inch of me. Let the world rot outside these walls. Inside, there is only the slick, frantic friction of us, the scent of musk and old iron, and the absolute, violent demand that he will never, ever let me slip from his grasp.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC

LuvYuri

Devoured

I am ravenous for the space between us to collapse. I ache for the savage bite of his teeth pressed hungrily to the throbbing pulse of my neck, reminding me that I am nothing but flesh, fever, and desperate ache. I want his fingers to leave bruises like ink across my ribs—branding me with possession, written in the language of a slow, deliberate wreck. Drag me into the shadows where the light surrenders. I crave the salt of his sweat on my tongue, the heavy, rhythmic weight of him pinning me to the cold stone floor until I forget where my skin ends, and his hunger devours me. It is a frantic, starving thing, this need to be unraveled and ravaged by him. There is no room for slow and gentle in this ruin. I want to feel the marrow in his bones shudder against mine, to hear his breath turn into a ragged snarl As he claims every trembling inch of me. Let the world rot outside these walls. Inside, there is only the slick, frantic friction of us, the scent of musk and old iron, and the absolute, violent demand that he will never, ever let me slip from his grasp.

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There once was a fella from France Who'd dance a libidinous dance: He'd focus the eyes Of the club on his thighs, Then dance himself out of his pants.

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Oct 13, 2024

Oct 13, 2024 at 12:37 PM UTC

MetaVerse

Danse Française

There once was a fella from France Who'd dance a libidinous dance: He'd focus the eyes Of the club on his thighs, Then dance himself out of his pants.

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Limericks VII - Naughty, ***** Risque, Absurd There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this ***** one of mine: There was a lewd ***** from Nantucket who intended to *** in a bucket; but being a man she missed the **** can and her rattled john fled, crying: **** it!" —Variation on a classic limerick by Michael R. Burch Here's another take on a golden oldie: There was an old man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He awoke one dark night from a terrible fright to discover his dream had come true! —Variation on a classic limerick by Michael R. Burch Here are some lewd, crude originals: There once was a multi-pierced Bull, who found playing hoops far too dull, so he dated Madonna but observed, “I don’t wanna get married . . . the things she might pull!” —Michael R. Burch There once was a forward named Rodman who said to his best man—“No problem! When I marry Electra, if the ring costs extra, just yank a loop right off my **** man!” —Michael R. Burch A formidable pugilist, Mike, in a fit of pique called his mom **** She frowned ear to ear, then said, “You listen here, I can still whip your **** you dumb tyke!” —Michael R. Burch A cross-dressing dancer, “Dee Lite,” wore gowns luciferously bright till he washed them one day the old-fashioned way ... in bleach. Now he’s “Sister Off-White.” —Michael R. Burch There once was a bubbly bartender, a transvestite who went on a ****** “So I cut myself off,” she cried with a sob, “There’s the evidence, there in the blender!” —Michael R. Burch Our president’s *** life—atrocious. Asian markets are all hocus-pocus. Politics—a shell game. My brief moment of fame— flashed by before Oprah could notice. —Michael R. Burch Bill Clinton's a man we admire; his opinion polls soar ever higher. He gets much more flack for a Big Mac attack than for his ****** high-wire. —Michael R. Burch There is a new term, “Clintonian,” which means, “Stop your naggin’ and moanin’. He’s only a man doing all that he can to put kneepads in the Smithsonian.!” —Michael R. Burch Low-T Hell by Michael R. Burch I’m living in low-T hell ... My get-up has gone: Farewell! I need to write checks if I want to have *** and my love life depends on a gel! Grave Offense I Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth, upside-down in his grave, full of grief that the term “limerick” has been plagiarized? Quick— dial 9-1-1; get the police! —Michael R. Burch Grave Offense II Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth, upside-down in his grave, full of grief that his wit and his art share this name I impart to my “limerick?” Am I a thief? —Michael R. Burch Ghostbusters! Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth? Is his ghost rolling ’round in wild grief that the Post would make crimes of his “imperfect” rhymes? Call Ripley’s—it stretches belief! —Michael R. Burch NOTE: The Washington Post in all its great wisdom would ban Ogden Nash’s imperfect rhymes from its limerick contests! Keywords/Tags: limerick, nonsense, light, humor, humorous, *** naughty, risque, lewd, ***** ******

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Limericks VII - Naughty, ***** Risque, Absurd

Limericks VII - Naughty, ***** Risque, Absurd There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this ***** one of mine: There was a lewd ***** from Nantucket who intended to *** in a bucket; but being a man she missed the **** can and her rattled john fled, crying: **** it!" —Variation on a classic limerick by Michael R. Burch Here's another take on a golden oldie: There was an old man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He awoke one dark night from a terrible fright to discover his dream had come true! —Variation on a classic limerick by Michael R. Burch Here are some lewd, crude originals: There once was a multi-pierced Bull, who found playing hoops far too dull, so he dated Madonna but observed, “I don’t wanna get married . . . the things she might pull!” —Michael R. Burch There once was a forward named Rodman who said to his best man—“No problem! When I marry Electra, if the ring costs extra, just yank a loop right off my **** man!” —Michael R. Burch A formidable pugilist, Mike, in a fit of pique called his mom **** She frowned ear to ear, then said, “You listen here, I can still whip your **** you dumb tyke!” —Michael R. Burch A cross-dressing dancer, “Dee Lite,” wore gowns luciferously bright till he washed them one day the old-fashioned way ... in bleach. Now he’s “Sister Off-White.” —Michael R. Burch There once was a bubbly bartender, a transvestite who went on a ****** “So I cut myself off,” she cried with a sob, “There’s the evidence, there in the blender!” —Michael R. Burch Our president’s *** life—atrocious. Asian markets are all hocus-pocus. Politics—a shell game. My brief moment of fame— flashed by before Oprah could notice. —Michael R. Burch Bill Clinton's a man we admire; his opinion polls soar ever higher. He gets much more flack for a Big Mac attack than for his ****** high-wire. —Michael R. Burch There is a new term, “Clintonian,” which means, “Stop your naggin’ and moanin’. He’s only a man doing all that he can to put kneepads in the Smithsonian.!” —Michael R. Burch Low-T Hell by Michael R. Burch I’m living in low-T hell ... My get-up has gone: Farewell! I need to write checks if I want to have *** and my love life depends on a gel! Grave Offense I Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth, upside-down in his grave, full of grief that the term “limerick” has been plagiarized? Quick— dial 9-1-1; get the police! —Michael R. Burch Grave Offense II Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth, upside-down in his grave, full of grief that his wit and his art share this name I impart to my “limerick?” Am I a thief? —Michael R. Burch Ghostbusters! Is Ogden Nash gnashing his teeth? Is his ghost rolling ’round in wild grief that the Post would make crimes of his “imperfect” rhymes? Call Ripley’s—it stretches belief! —Michael R. Burch NOTE: The Washington Post in all its great wisdom would ban Ogden Nash’s imperfect rhymes from its limerick contests! Keywords/Tags: limerick, nonsense, light, humor, humorous, *** naughty, risque, lewd, ***** ******

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You kept on dreaming on what we could've never been. I was forced to live in your lewd fantasy, but alas, I fell in love the moment you took me in. Your love for me was pure insanity, but I must say I had more than one doubt. You invaded the seams of my white satin dress, tearing it apart piece by piece, dragging it to your lustful hideout. Who knew taking one's innocence would be such a mess?

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC

Maix

Catch and release

You kept on dreaming on what we could've never been. I was forced to live in your lewd fantasy, but alas, I fell in love the moment you took me in. Your love for me was pure insanity, but I must say I had more than one doubt. You invaded the seams of my white satin dress, tearing it apart piece by piece, dragging it to your lustful hideout. Who knew taking one's innocence would be such a mess?

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Piano keys all chipped and worn, candle light sits before her. Composition that's tattered and torn, within a room of darkness. goosebumps lay across her skin as the night air creeps slowly in. strands of brunette blur a vision as fingers slay the keys. Delicate, intricate moments at first, Passion wells up inside. from end to end, she can't contain it, keys are beaten with concupiscent desire. The melody she carries makes her hot, the chords that ring hit her sweet. Even within a room so dark, she can really turn up the heat.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC

Asonna

Keys.

Piano keys all chipped and worn, candle light sits before her. Composition that's tattered and torn, within a room of darkness. goosebumps lay across her skin as the night air creeps slowly in. strands of brunette blur a vision as fingers slay the keys. Delicate, intricate moments at first, Passion wells up inside. from end to end, she can't contain it, keys are beaten with concupiscent desire. The melody she carries makes her hot, the chords that ring hit her sweet. Even within a room so dark, she can really turn up the heat.

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there is one point of no return an escape from the usual routine drawn by stir, shattered by reliance acquiring such thing isn't so easy, but the conclusions draw to the final proclamation disjointed wisdom of a young porcupine kidnapped fugitive released... and ***** by the laws of nature and their own stupidity they stood next to each other and turned their bodies into two viscid twines, let alone be tangled the pair of two, an insoluble equation touching.. feeling... nothing but them the bodies are lost and departed from society leaving them both for themselves, acting like ***** dogs, they begun to slowly achieve their amusement

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC

fact

nuovi modi di vivere

there is one point of no return an escape from the usual routine drawn by stir, shattered by reliance acquiring such thing isn't so easy, but the conclusions draw to the final proclamation disjointed wisdom of a young porcupine kidnapped fugitive released... and ***** by the laws of nature and their own stupidity they stood next to each other and turned their bodies into two viscid twines, let alone be tangled the pair of two, an insoluble equation touching.. feeling... nothing but them the bodies are lost and departed from society leaving them both for themselves, acting like ***** dogs, they begun to slowly achieve their amusement

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Pull me by the arms And tell me that you love me As long as we're together This game brings so much pleasure Your soft skin against mine makes me quiver I love you more than anyone So never let me go, never tell me you're done

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC

SilkyHearted

Untitled

Pull me by the arms And tell me that you love me As long as we're together This game brings so much pleasure Your soft skin against mine makes me quiver I love you more than anyone So never let me go, never tell me you're done

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Oh, my Medusa That piercing, seductive stare Gets me so rock hard. "braullw nevae falls" That's 'braille never fails', Spelled by a blind man. Matsuo Basho Turns in his grave: first, five times then seven, then five. The dankest of **** Floats slowly into my lungs Oh wait...Asbestos. hahaha ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yeyeyeyeye ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hehe wyd

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC

achillesontheroof

A Collection of Dumb Haikus, Thanks

Oh, my Medusa That piercing, seductive stare Gets me so rock hard. "braullw nevae falls" That's 'braille never fails', Spelled by a blind man. Matsuo Basho Turns in his grave: first, five times then seven, then five. The dankest of **** Floats slowly into my lungs Oh wait...Asbestos. hahaha ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yeyeyeyeye ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hehe wyd

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You can right the wrongs, Just get in my bed **** And throw away your thongs. I will be your buddy & dude, I will take you for long, And it would be so lewd.

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC

Atul

You Can Right The Wrongs

You can right the wrongs, Just get in my bed **** And throw away your thongs. I will be your buddy & dude, I will take you for long, And it would be so lewd.

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*I applaud ***** even though her roommate is an ******* and she's constantly beaten up by a **** she keeps her spirits high and she keeps right on moving... I applaud you *****

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC

sadness-on-a-stick

Miscellaneous Jokes #1

*I applaud ***** even though her roommate is an ******* and she's constantly beaten up by a **** she keeps her spirits high and she keeps right on moving... I applaud you *****

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Rumpel-Stilts-Kun* Him and his thumb Up in his *** *** *** *** ***

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC

Koggeki

Little Drummer Boy???

Rumpel-Stilts-Kun* Him and his thumb Up in his *** *** *** *** ***

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I talked to a stranger It was a gross conversation But nevertheless fun Talked about lewd things Ended up with learning new stuff I'd keep in mind That green conversation we had Could it be useful For other stuff

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC

paramountpawn

Stranger Talk

I talked to a stranger It was a gross conversation But nevertheless fun Talked about lewd things Ended up with learning new stuff I'd keep in mind That green conversation we had Could it be useful For other stuff

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