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vulgar truth-a mind is well deciphered in silence as same as fingers decipher wetness of a cunt.- / - how silently, silence enters my mind as same as his hand enters a wet panty covering a pulsating cunt -

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Vulgar Sins off Diverged TonguesWhile the flames of passion freeze in your mind, / I’ll be wrapped behind you, cloaked in the sins of the flesh. / Jaded whispers of lustful promises filled with deceitful gazes,

@megan-j-parker17

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Fuck it.i find / that the word fuck / is a poetic word.

@bleedingriver40

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Vulgar.I like your lips pressed against mine. / Hard and desiring. / I like the taste of your skin on my tongue.

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Memories of Blarney in the Co. Cork**This is a beautiful "Barry Hodges" poem.** / Ah, sweet memories of that night in Blarney / In the stout-soaked suburbs of ould Cork City.

@edna-sweetlove71

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Barty Maulwurf's Adventures at Berlin Rock-Konzert*A Tale of Sexual Excitement by Herr Barty Maulwurf* / Often sexy tales of my past I am writing and sometimes they are a little rude and porny but now I will try to be only slightly profane at request of new friends I am making everywhere. This tale very sensual story is, told by master storyteller (which is me). Filthy bits included. *Danke sehr.* / Although I so much hate repetitive to be, Barty Mole must as always apologise for his occasionally slight errors in English-writing as he writes the English language not so very top-class (but he sucks English girls' tongues lots and likes them his tonsils to wipe so good). I (me, Barty) am German person but special type of that because as I are half-and-half black/white (not striped or even top half white, bottom half black, but mixed-up *goldene-brun* colouring), by this I must explain *mein Papa* was black US soldier in Germany who did enormous number of bouncy-bouncies with various ladies including *meine Mutti* (note to monoglots: this means my Mummy) - who was part-time Lili Marlen type tarty number, great tits and much-used arse - for tinned milk, coffee, ciggies, silk stockings and comfy underwear with soft non-scratchy gussets for once instead of unlined which tickle pussy-flaps, also she was a major sort of a nympho in her day so combined business with pleasure, and why not, we got these bits under our panties so use them or they dry up (so thinks *der Barty*.). Also please you will remember black market utterly rampant in post-war period because the kind bloody Allies smashed my beautiful homeland (Germany) to little bits and then guess what even worse Russkies came and stole anything leftovers and did mass rapings of anyone with two legs (or less, in fact easier as poor tarts can't run away), but my Mutti ran and avoided Ivans, she not any kind of idiot, not going to give it away for free, and not liking cheap rotgut vodka anyway. Also Russkies never wash bottoms-hole so not much fun in the sack with smelly-bummed Ivans.

@edna-sweetlove119

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Noggin ClobbererMy trap tags don't expire / I'm an arsonist for hire / on these bars

@duderocketship96

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FairytaleI touched myself to the thought of you last night. / And, God, / It felt so fucking good.

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Fervent AffinityExposed and bare / Standing there / Following your demands

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.'Cause dirty words / nasty and vulgar words / are the cleanest of expressions.

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Allowed IndulgenceBecause Instagram is my medium, and because somewhere deep down--in that place that no one talks about--it makes me feel immensely validated: putting out my Bullshit and receiving little bits of peer approval in return... Because I still smoke too fast when I want that short indulgent rush to last the most, so light another. Because the Itunes visualizer is an assured source of inspiration when I am feeling small about the universe, and about the 5-ish senses that I am confined to, and because there is too much of me to simply be kept quiet; because the things I want are wanted too completely to shut up about. Because I am doing excellent, and I want everybody in the world to applaud me for it--for my relentless and unyielding grasp of sanity, which often slips without my sureness be-ing lost along with it, and because the wreckage is a comfy place to lie when everything comes down to it... / Because admitting to yourself that you are addicted is the first step to recovery--or so I am told,,, and because denial is the first step one must fall from if they're itching to reach bottom... Because I am tired of climbing and have learned--among all else--how to enjoy the weightlessness of this long fall and the uncertainty it brings: uncertainty being my one true love, alongside mistress logic, who I truly LOVE returning to with open arms, seeking her comfort after a long long trip-- where I can walk winter without minding cold, and can enjoy seeing all the sights and all the Mad, Mad characters that wonderland contains. Because there is no 'character limit' nor is there censorship where I am concerned. Because I crave the criticism: that repetition is a cheaters way to write--and I want to cheat life's limitations and all social standards every chance I get. Because above all else, below all else, I want to clarify that--through every lesson I have taken-in since recently deceased December, and through all I have learned painfully, through the confusion and unrecognized irrelevance, / Because the greatest thing that I have learned thus far is: I am learning.

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FetishYou bite my lips / I grip your hips / Scarred in unification,

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Farmer GilesThere was once a farmer called Giles / Who had the most terrible piles. / He sat in a field

@edna-sweetlove5

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RefluxThe vulgarity of language underwhelms me. / Blankly, I stare into the faces of others. / What is language?

@keren-starnes7

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stronger than youSo many words and tears have been wasted on you / You, the man, that probably has forgotten my face by now / So many hours of self pity and hatred have I felt because of you

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Chicago Is A Helluva TownChicago, Chicago, it’s a very big place / Chicago, Chicago, it’s a total disgrace; / Bet your flabby buttocks you'll lose the blues in Chicago,

@edna-sweetlove21

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~•§•~ Generic ~•§•~I cry in the rain to maintain a particular mask, ensuring a path through this insane subclass / ...I often ask, just how long does a generic smile last... / I cry in the shower to cover the inner lies power to destroy a future with a forgotten past

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Limerick #2I know the way to her heart, / And no, it's not through laughs / I'll climb her like a ladder,

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wutCrude and vulgar words are for the crude and vulgar birds / As I shit, piss, fuck, and otherwise defecate on everything that ever mattered to you or I / Clever sweat beads cascade off the forehead of someone far more important than I

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How do I rewireFor all my life I’ve been a woman obsessed / With taking up as little space as possible / To shrink my waist

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Noggin Clobberer Pt. 2Triggered much / I'm the boss / Take the loss -

@duderocketship120

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The Evil Vampire Bat COUNT ORLOK is Thwarted by Human Odours*Poem Number Three from Edna's alter ego, Count ORLOK* / O how the lust for virgins' blood rages through my veins, / My thirst for the wondrous elixir of human gore is all-engulfing!

@edna-sweetlove15

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Run, bitch, run.Don't go chasing / what you can not catch up to, / you slow motherfuck.

@littlehoeontheprairie3

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