"anes" poems
"Kom"
“Stil dig”
“Kys mig”
Befalingerne spyttes ud
Knugede knoer bliver hvide om mine håndled der gribes på min ryg
"Buk dig"
“Vrik hofterne”
“Kys mig”
Magten er i spil
Det hivende åndedrag snapper efter vejret og behaget anes
"Vend dig"
“Rør mig”
“Kys mig”
Tilfredsheden udstråles
Smilebåndet begejstrer og kyssene bliver blidere og sødere men ikke nødvendigvis bedre
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Dee heartgelds murried Maryy
Cask'd für Da Fodder's phyre
Felled him, made a mar'tyr
Chiree bert' a brr't boat.
Oedipus'd warned the learned
But not one had understooded -
Limpstanding on da watwa alone,
Dey dün drowninged all hope.
Wellcoming sis' sycos,
Snuffing out day shadows,
They've lost the cool brethren
Wit' whom first they formed home.
Bow ye!, b'rned ages' 'hero-anes',
Left unto the devicies' blows
Of half-manboy's gross vices,
Walled legion agao-in, cooin' be-side 'em, a-shem'D.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC