#sexoffenders
There were no options; we just had to do it.
No need to get her on the mood; she was on.
Kisses led to takin’ off each other’s clothes.
She’s wearin’ very silky underwear – not a G-string.
Nothing at the top, ******* explored.
She’s lookin’ real weak like she’s sayin’ “take your time”.
Well; I took my time to get her even weaker.
Until she says to me; “I want it now”.
Whispering breathlessly.
Immediately my Greenwich time stood still.
Sweats was on a marathon down my face
Like a glistening dews of mount Horeb
I love it when she starts whispering.
I’m still on my boxers.
She touches me all over.
Even where I thought she wouldn’t.
She licks my finger like I’ve never seen.
Her body is all mine.
We were caught by a hurricane of emotions
In between her legs, going softly
I could feel her nails on my waist.
I can’t stop, she’ speakin’ in tongues.
At the end were all quiet.
I can hear her heart beat.
I stare at her and she smiles a bit.
Her smile says: ‘I love you’.
I know to her I’m for ever ‘The Man’.
Few days later
‘The Man’ is arrested for ****
All he can say was; ‘I didn’t know she was sixteen,
I didn’t know she was sixteen.’
Poets: A-LONE & V54
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
I drank her in with my lonesome stare
I said,
"Give me that good lovin'
darling it don't take work
to turn on your oven..."
First she feigned indifference
then she sighed with deference
and I coaxed her in like a trout in spring.
Honey I'm looking for the hot button to push
some women will holler,
men like me will shush
cause the hot button just needs the right touch
celebrate good lovin' with me, don't fuss...
Politics are all about the hot button.
Men with the long arms ain't seen nothin'.
Law man bows to the law maker.
Hot button respects your journalistic prayer.
Some men see what some men hide,
but you can keep hiding if the law will abide.
Even when the law man says no-no
lawmaker's got a hearse:
'nother ** 'nother **
Hot button's the only thing you'll see in print.
What your momma's momma says is what will glint.
The bird is the word, I'll say in vain,
but top dollar pays what's at the nose of the vane.
I've wanted to push the hot button all night long
classic poems galore, but mine are all wrong.
I guess I'll go back to where I was born,
chew a dog bone, scraps, with my baby teeth worn.
In the junkyard, I see yesterday's hot buttons
emaciated bells and whistles just struttin'
They've lost their minds and luster, no thanks
I'm like,
"These are the gals you see walking the planks."
Every day more hot buttons walk in line,
heaven is just a misery for these topics of history
but I polish them with chrome
I get desperate, what can I say.
I'll never leave a hot button to rot with dismay.
Just give me another hour, good lovin' can dream.
I'll bring a hot button to you, good Lord! It'll gleam.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC