#teasing
She’s a pistol and I’m so whipped.
She’s a cure and I’m so very sick.
It’s amazing the things she thought of;
to bring a glove, if push came to shove.
I fell inlove but first I tripped.
and usually I spring back up so quick.
She said “take one more for the road.”
What does it matter if I’m not taking you home?
I only want to unburden your load,
I thought that was already known,
lost in translation like playing games of telephone.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and blame it on when the wind blows.
Knock me down like Dominos
to keep me close and also keep me on my toes.
I’m being fully placated, for my obsessive obsession
ignoring what was plainly stated in my last confession.
Please don’t let me be hated for my sporadic depression,
because I know that it’s fated for me to leave
an impression.
She said “take one more for the road.”
What does it matter if I’m not taking you home?
I only want to unburden your load,
and make you feel high, and sigh and moan
but lost in translation like my girl Scarjo.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and away from your foes.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and make sure I don’t go.
Knock me down like Dominos,
to keep me close and also keep me on my toes.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
How sad it is that you
find it amusing to tease me
And it's always the 1 thing
you know is something
I am so easily hurt by
If you really cared you'd
not bring it up
Or better yet you'd
find a way to help me
So next time I hope
you say nothing
cause it may be your last
I refuse to accept it
not anymore
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏 10/18/21
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
Words,
They could never hurt,
They could never cut,
They could never make you bleed,
Physically.
Words,
A manifestation of self-hate,
Written in bold,
Anorexia, Bulimia, Depression,
I was sold.
Words,
The last,
Written on a bloodstained note,
"I can't stay afloat"
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 10:30 AM UTC
His head and his body were
Bald as an egg for all to see.
His parents named him Harry
But he did not turn out to be.
As an antonymic masterpiece
His name is rife with humor
But in poor Harry’s opinion
It was taken as a social tumor.
Every joke that would be said,
No matter how crass was made
At work, at play by everyone
Beginning in the seventh grade
When his baby fine blond hair
Began to hide on back of head.
It hurt his feelings to frequently hear
The things his peers all said.
By the time he reached maturity
He learned to accept his fate;
Everyday friends could not resist
Making light of his name and pate!
While it’s human nature all of this
It’s a constantly rather bitter pill,
And though he learned to smile
It kind of hurts his feelings still.
Bare Harry, bald as a shaved baby.
Plenty of tacky hairless jokes to spare
Shouldn’t we cut him some slack maybe
And focus on something besides his hair
Or the obvious lack thereof on his head
And point out his forgiving personality?
But sadly, that is just not the way
Of the reality of the world’s humanity.
Brent Kincaid
4/29/2019
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Whispers fill the air
They fall on straining ears
Who want to hear the reds and blues
Of those who are not there
Smirking with delight
They draw close and near
Looking at the figure lone
Their snickers left in night
Crafting yet smiling
They turn and greet their (friend)
Loner, who is statue still
Is warmed by their lying
but unknown to the figure lone
His friend had drawn his blade
And left it in his back
For everyone to see.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
I know that feeling,
When you're angry
but dont want to hang up.
He makes you mad
but still, you dont want to hang up.
He says something that annoy you
yet still, you don't hang it up.
We tease each other
and still, you dont want to hang up the phone.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
The rays of the sun
Shines through the transparent glass window
Illuminating the room
Sunbeams playing around
With shadows on the ground
My gaze upon a golden figure
Glowing in the standing mirror
Teasing me
Into a world of timelessness
And endless whispers
Roaring within me
With laborious vigor
It’s heat most appealing
In this dry cold.
Shadows appearing on the edges
At the end of the sun’s rays
Dancing on the edges
Taunting me
Yet teasing me
With unspoken words
A glamorous invitation
To a sonorous congregation
In the shadows
Beyond the rays of the sun.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
Slam the door shut
And push me against
The wall.
Bite and suckle my neck
In-between sloppy kisses
While I whimper softly.
Use my body like an
Instrument you've mastered
Playing.
****** me and smirk when
I melt into your touch,
And bite your lip playfully.
Punish me, keep me teetering
On the edge, begging for release;
Whilst curling your skilled fingers.
Refuse my pleas, force me to wait
Until I have satisfied your desire,
And have filled me completely.
Make me yours, and
No one else's. Suffocate me
In your sinful love.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
Old Harold lived on the second floor
In a darkened room with an old locked door.
My cousins and I used to tease him there,
And he’d chase us out, give us a scare.
I didn’t know exactly who he was,
“He’s a mean old man,” said my favorite cos’.
“Grandma let him live here after Grandpa died.
She doesn’t even like him and we don’t know why.”
When he was out we would take a peek.
Around the ocher walls and his bed we’d sneak.
There was nothing but an iron bunk
And a glass-front chest filled with lots of junk.
One day Old Harold must have complained
About our pestering…we really were pains!
But no parent’s lecture could keep us away.
And Grandma’s yelling at him not to stay.
Old Uncle Harold disappeared for years.
We would make up stories for littler ears.
But one day my father had news of him.
He lived with “a harlot” and his checks she’d skim.
I was old enough to know what it meant
And asked Dad why uncle Harold seemed bent.
“He was gassed in the War in a field at Verdun.”
Dad told me in a tone that left me stunned;
“And was then sent around to pick up the dead.
With the gas and the horror, his mind just went.”
Now I recalled all the times we had teased
And agonized him when we should have pleased.
But now it was too late to apologize,
He was so lost, he wouldn’t recognize
His grown tormentors, when he hardly
Knew my father, the kindly mentor,
Who visited him every week,
Who paid for anything to make him last,
And reminded him of better times past;
Telling him of the time he caught a butterfly
And brought it to show the girls and guys.
How he wanted to let it fly away,
But when the boys had killed it anyway.
He cried and was called a coward then,
And as my father spoke and wept again.
Old Uncle Harold died alone
In a sterile, cold-floored nursing home.
None but Dad came to grieve
And I, only an hour away, shunned
the feeling and just felt numb,
Until Dad called and told me the story
Of Harold’s death and only then
Could I say, “I’m sorry!” to his ghost.
I should have said it long ago; the one who
Maddened him least repented the most.
If I could say “Sorry” for the times we made him shout.
I realised he’d just have yelled, “Get the hell out!”
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
You show me that little bit of skin,
that gets the blood flowing,
and then you look my way with your little smile and a wink,
and then keep on walking,
with just a hint that there will be more,
but you know you won't be giving it up soon,
so you just look over your shoulder with that typical,
sorry not sorry,
as you always planned too.
The next day you were going out,
and then you decided to flash,
me a little ***
and then put that away too,
because you knew,
we were already running late,
and it would have to wait,
so you turn to me and say again,
sorry not sorry,
as we go out pushing it back again.
We were playing around,
and as you were going down,
you were feeling frisky,
and a little risky,
as you look up at me,
while on your knees,
and asked, "Which hole would you like?,"
and at that moment I felt the sweet release,
and saw your little grin again,
with that short little phrase,
of sorry not sorry,
again and again.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
I like to laugh and smile
like any other kid
but you decided that
I was undeserving
of being liked
of being loved
of being myself
I wasn't cool
I wasn't trendy
I wasn't sporty
I was just being myself
I am quirky
I am intellegent
I am creative
You Don't care!
You are relentless
You are misguided
You are ruthless
Who hurt you so bad?
You have friends
You have fashion
You have popularity
Is that not enough?
I am now untrusting
I am now anxious
I am now depressed
It still hurts till this day!
I have grown to resent you!
I have grown to hate you!
Why aren't you dead yet?
I'm sure the feeling is mutual
You hurt me
because
Someone hurt you
When does this vicious cycle end?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
She's mine, mine to keep
She's in too deep
I promise i'll be a tease
Slice and dice you'll beg me please
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
One look, they’re a lover by the shine in their eye,
that glistening light gives me a dopamine high.
It takes a moment, an analytic check,
otherwise leave their heart in a wreck.
You will have to stand still while you hear the cry,
but he’ll forget about it later with his hand on your thigh,
you feel the panic rush over you as you say goodbye.
A stranger beside you gives your lips a peck,
One look, they’re a lover.
As bricks keep coming in, you look like a bad guy,
rinsing your hair darkened by the black dye.
He throws you gifts with his paycheck,
you know deep down - bad check,
One look, they’re a lover.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
you
n i perceive reality in our own view
too
how the world a skew
and each rue
while mind each "p" n "q"
of societal mores mebbe at a pew
or in a car brand new
that purrs like a "meow"
or even on the loo
'bout a lover ye knew
thinking of gentile or jew
now tis that does hew
a friendship that mite grew
cuz quality gals so far n few
like finding a miniature red
white striped emu
like eeyore - feel in ivy blue.
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sorry for all dis bather
me lass of an heart felt ace
& hope no words o mine base
so lemme cut to the Chevy driven chase
to relish c ying ur face
yi yi yippee - thy grace
****** desires to gather
at what e'er pace
cuz dis haint no race
for us to trace
an arc &
compete with lovers
that for e'er frieze on grecian vase.
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which day
whether sunny or gray
as high r low clouds lay
like pair a moors
or nags in may
would be okay
to...play
oye vay
and enjoy
hot ravenous ja way?
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this chap aint no a rod
knee nor danger
concocting a fiction
be yin born in a manger
neither does he don
role of ranger
thou veritable stranger
THOUGH A VERITABLE UNKNOWN GAL 2 ME
NONETHELESS, I MUST BE GOING STIR CRAZY FOR YOU! ™
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hi yam hankering Asian urge gent wuss
celibate lee married, a zealous adult tour us
desires to tuss
sill with a female,
no not necessarily
her coiled n kinked
hair to muss
nor special outfit to fuss
i try not to ******* cuss
nor cause no trouble
if aboard the digital bus.
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PLEASE be patient with him. In due time, his ability to calm down and control the erectile fusillade will chime with YOUR ******
HE well deserves to end this celibate state and get requisite COMEUPPANCE!
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Hello Sin Come on In!
I thoroughly enjoy plying (like a baker kneading dough) these slender and smallish fingers at the juncture of neck and shoulders. As many cumulative kinks would be ironed out. Muscles and tendons on either side of the spine (from stem to stern) privy to tender loving care. Special emphasis would be given to any particularly sore area. Perhaps an especially noticeable ache exists along the upper or lower back? Just the appropriate amount of (gentle) pressure - from the heal of one hand or the other - called into action.
Might forearms or biceps be in sore need of massage? Gluteus Maximus saddle sore? How about thighs? Any other parts of your anatomy require skin nourishment? This willingness to manipulate knotty points of tension offered for passionate physical *********** Game? No need to think this hum bull guy wood MONOPOLIZE you NOR doth ye need to feel SORRY if nada one iota of interest exists!
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unsure...
what this free thinker
who lives ~10 miles north east
of valley forge, penna ought to write
also not knowing
if rambling comes a
cross as trite
maybe filled with angry under
panting tones awash
with spittle and spite
veering considerably
left of political right
which liberal democratic
leanings correct quite
an attempt to come across
as mature and polite
hoping to induce interest
to get together
some day or night
discussing topics
profound or light
or...letting sexually intimate
fantasies (of mine)
take supersonic flight
restoring darkened psyche
with high octane
self generated energy bright.
only one finger
used to hen peck
and types this
four tee billionth acre
doth, dis dude
real soon will take a break
eat sum petrified cake
like an ancient yodel,
ring ding or drake
interestingly enough
can cure any earache
with nary an edible flake
mebbe jump in a
poker face booked - mud flat lake
steal away imagining to make
out with you,
a moist meaty milky shake.
i yam ma nada trip pin
jist over dose sin
n wanna marry gin.
star-date = 9999 anno domino;
time = 1700: 39:_ pm
u r a be u tee
only in imaginary will i see
u re joy sing -
for me
as glee
from one male sassy thee
sets passions free.
like one pac man on a roll
bell ringing canon,
fast moving caboose
or mad as hell
headless goose
this josh hing drake
haint butta loose
goose
whereby moose
uh d utter creatures
tink i lack mental juice
i.e. ja dat - right duh gray matter
of dis knit wit,
the "infamous" deduce
cob bulled with
whirled wide web
peppered with rotten cous cous
& find my rye ting
an absolute nuisance
ready to call doktor Zeus.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
What a delicious word
Lust
To want to desire
To need to crave
To find it crawling into
your mind
To feel it tantalizing
your body
Seeing it in his eyes
To feel it from his desire
Thoughts of teasing
Thoughts of pleasing
Daring you to touch
To give in to it's satisfaction
Lust yes Lust
Deliciously dancing
across my tongue
Writing passionate
escapades
reading them in your
eyes
Nothing is hidden
between us
It's pure
powerful and
passionate
Lust what a
delicious word
© Jennifer Delong 2/4/18
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
Smoke as elegant as a woman
Dancing around you so gracefully,
But not for long
The blink of an eye and she's gone
Dissipating into the dark gloom
But like all of them, there will be more,
All the same
Dancing around you
But not for long
-AJT
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Every bite was venom
on my flesh,
corrosive,
making me weak to you.
Then you kissed
my lips,
the remedy.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
.
Dreaming this dream
When my head meets pillow.
Every night, my eyes to the sky drawn
Second star to the right,
our sanctuary in the night.
There we, in dreams meet
Throughout the night, to morning dawns
Hearts and soul, same note sings.
Warm breath and hot kisses
shared and divided.
Salty drops runs, is blended
over our steaming hot skin.
Hands enticing teasing touch
simmering fervent warmth, like fire spreads
Deep inside, fills up flowing over
Reach out into the darkness, want you again
Come my beloved come
Come to me, on the wing of the wind
Let me lie in your arms
feel your warm body, drink it in
As the heat from the summer sun
To wake up, everything is gone
Dreaming this dream..
kirkeuglen..
Linda T
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC