"bootylicious" poems
evan peters,
your so fine.
i've seen your behind, atleast 4 times.
i think you should know that you're a dime.
will you be my valentine?
evan peters,
is one hell of a man,
he can even pull off lobster hands.
evan peters i am your biggest fan.
i would love to tell you this over a can of spam.
but ****
you're emmas man.
evan peters,
you're so fly,
you're bootylicious,i can't denie, to hell with shakira,
your hips do not lie,
american horror story, until the day i die!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
She’s what you call bootylicious
body just luscious
yeah, she’s got junk
in her trunk
bumps in all the right places
beautifully curvaceous
oozes confidence
no pretence
so much more than a piece of ***
lovely, funny and full of sass
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
"Your shapely, bootylicious thighs,
carved columns of lubricious butter,
shouldn't be left without gently caressed,
til covered all over with ruddy marks of desire,
just strawberry goosebumps for ignorant others"
When she snuggles closer to him, from the seat next,
as the train rocks and they rub,when gathering speed,
she sporting a marvelous mini dress engrossing his libido,
he whispers to her, who was all ears, "But my real object
of focus is the truth, that lurks where your thighs meet"
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
*before you start reading, please not that the Barbie in this poem is not the registered trademark that is the Barbie doll (all is revealed in the notes)*
When Barbie wakes up in the morning
Even the birds stop chirping in fright
She makes her way to the wardrobe knowing
What is inside will start the day right
First to be donned is her barbarian bra
It takes quite a task to fill
She really is ever so grateful for her bra
It keeps all the best bits subdued and still
The bras must always go on first
Without it she would be in trouble
If the briefs went on first without the bra
To this day she’d still be bent over double
Next on are the bountiful bootylicious briefs
She worries that they may have shrunk
Mayhap she should stop putting them in the dryer
They are essential to keep all her junk in her trunk
Over the top of the barbarian bra
Goes a sweater with the deepest V neck you’ll find
The cleavage that is on display is important
It keeps the focus from straying to her behind
On go the boots and laced up tight
These babies were made for walking
But most days they are just for comfort
Unless she’s up for some stalking
Last of all on her perfectly coiffed head
She settles her beautiful hat
It looks a little like a large table umbrella
In fact, once upon a time, it was actually that!
She’s now ready to start her day
And the birds resume chirping like a choir
Barbie is ready to face the world dressed in her
Barbarian Bra and Bountiful Bootylicious Briefs and
Other Amazing Attire
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
If Planets were Gay (Star ****** Poem
(8/4/2014)
Stars are ****
Big hairless ***** dangling from the sky.
That old song sang stars are like pizza pie,
but why oh why can't I,
instead dine tonight on orbs in between the sky's mighty thighs?
The sun could be a lot of fun at the beach, wearing my thong.
I'd let it spin around my orbit ALL YEAR LONG.
And Saturn's rim... I mean ring
is a bootylicious thing.
I'd let it sit on my face,
and eat out that planet's entire outer space.
If Pluto were a planet,
It'd be the Jackson to my Janet,
singing it's Pluto,
Miss Pluto if ya nasty.
Mercury looked fiery hot when we first met,
Things got steamy 'cuz we both got wet.
We wasted no time working up a sweat.
I bet if Venus had a *****
it would be so big,
it'd have its own solar system!
tee hee hee
But don't get me started with Earth,
that planet's got good girth.
If Earth was gay, you know that Uranus would be like,
"Ohayyy!!
Gurl Galactic Grindr tells me you're in my galaxy,
let's meet in the middle of the Milky Way."
Jupiter is the kinda planet that plays hard to get,
a total tease you'd quickly forget.
Plus he gave me asteroids in my astral ****
And the Moon?
It makes my whole body swoon.
The only problem,
thisssss planet's a bottommmmm!
Neptune is in the closet,
but let's be real,
every planet and their comet knows it.
Nobody plays with Mars,
because he lives too far,
and has no apartment, job, or car.
But who am I kidding?
If Planets were Gay,
I'd Star **** 'em all any day.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
What can you say
to a generation who don't remember
your summer of love.
Who don't see the ribbon in the sky
Stevie wonder,
couldn't see
but saw .
The eventual maturity of a culture
whose built their identity off those brave enough to speak up.
when so many of us have been rendered cowards,
a perceived perception
fulfilling the essence of,
"Throw that *** in the circle!"
For that moment of miniscule acceptance
a belonging without question, we’ved missed since grade school .
“i am Full of myself, full of myself, i am full of myself” ,
as beyonica sells dreams of bootylicious billion dollar unions
nicki minaj and *** implants is the logical evolutionary conclusion
what's going on
no Marvin gaye
we already know
found our idol's.
they comes on
Mondays at 7.
So we don't look for them no more
Their Preprogrammed
Failed by the previous generation
who couldn't seem to find themselves and their patients long enough to lead.
What can you say to a generation
whose music don't speak of waiting in waters, but shaking those waters just enough
to get what you can from EBT
or being just quite enough so you don't have to scream
“I can't breathe”.
A battle between law and survival
and Democrats ain't been no better than Republicans since the 1700's
we’re still holding our breath in waiting..
**** your revolution old *****
it ain't did nothing
but make people believe that I have something that I could never
hold in my hand.
A black president
freedom
and a land
Turn up.
To the slowest change in history,
still waiting for equality on all fronts
this movement was debunked,
like the memories of Americans
30 minutes primetime cycles
What can you say
to a generation
who does the nea nea
where teddy bears and liquor bottles mark the legacy of the deceased
once lay,
such a short memory
these corner they lived and died for a singular belief
money over ******* get rich by all means.
that's our raising the bar
“go for the millions”
and if we play it right
miley cyrus
will twork your way to a grammy.
What can you say
to a generation.
where gay is so gay
no one knows it’s true meaning
we're all just dreaming
make it up as we go
bought into a coma
now trying to wake up.
What can you say
to this generation
except sorry
we left you nothing to hold on too.
but shadows
and hypocritical finger
that rely
“don't as i do “
but
“do as i say”
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Welcome abroad Thameslink.
Grab a camera a wink at
Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers.
Pen in gear and know the answers to
the parade of pub quizzes.
Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream
on bonds lightening Thames RIB.
The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside
the Shards slender diamond belly.
Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against
the roaring mud at the wireless festival.
Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy
spirits, nani wines and **** kisses.
Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on
centre stage of the primeval in the zoo.
Grab my hand and come on boo steady
your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling
ride of Oxford street.
Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
As we take in our final view on the London eye.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
Yay! It's the weekend
out with the girls tonight
Feeling rather perky
but wish my backside was feeling tight
I've squeezed it into jeans
they hold everything in!
Can't eat or drink too much
as there's really not much give
I will make it work though
and wiggle it all with pride
feeling 'bootylicious'
Thank god I've got alcohol on my side!
:D
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
What's the point of admiring a ***** that you never get to watch walk away from You?
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
Her curvaceous **** was bootylicious and fit,
Yet she was desperate for a 'Brazilian **** lift'
The bootiologist was quite well versed,
Still, the procedure proved to be accursed,
The Kim Kadarshian inspired quest, bore only a small fruit.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
lesson one
your body belongs to the world. men are aloud to stare, to call from cars as red as your cheeks. other women are allowed to judge you, whisper at you behind your back. because in our world, it's way too common for a woman to be forced against each other, instead of together. it would be better if we were a team, not a country in the midst of a civil war. but ******** happens.
lesson two
you cannot be fat. if your legs are trunks and your hair is leaves, then you must be cut down. starve yourself down to a neutral frame, a canvas so to speak. then paint on ******* like mountains. teeth as white as snow. hair as blonde as sand. then you'll be the perfect landscape. the perfect girl.
that's all that matters.
lesson three
shave! take the razor and trim your gardens, for god's sake girl! no one will want you if you look like an overgrown yard that someone abandoned years ago. it's disgusting for one. no one wants to see something natural on a woman. at least, not men.
lesson four
men have standards that they've been shown. be thick-lipped, like kylie. be bootylicious like beyoncè. be thin like gigi.
be perfect.
lesson five
everything i ever learned was a lie.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
I thought I had you but it seems I lost from the word go
I think I have no apology to make cause this was never meant to be
Yeah… I mean you and I
In the beginning it was all fun
It was fantastic
it was angelic
It was wow
It was all that one could have ever thought of a relationship
We were all over their mouths
And they referred to us as the perfect couple in town
Yeah it was all over before it began
The moment that you knocked onto my door
I knew that you would cost me my happiness
The moment that I let you step into my life
That’s when I went crumbling
You are:
Beautiful
Eloquent
Cute
Adorable
Good looking
Pretty
Charming
Gorgeous
Lovely
Exquisite
Stunning
Foxy
Radiant
Hot
Angelic
Alluring
Bootylicious
Fabulous
Tempting
And all the other words that can be used to describe perfection
You were the perfect icon that the public could see
But deep down inside you were:
Bitter
Imperfect
Outrageous
Deceptive
A liar
You were full of stains
And that is what you never wanted the public to see in you
yeah, the real you
I saw your outer beauty and that’s where I went wrong
I believed in love at first site
I believed that one day I our relationship would like that of Romeo and Juliet
I believed in the phrase “till death do as apart”
But you've just proved me wrong
Love is just a phrase that doesn’t make any sense without the incorporation of
Care
Trust
And loyalty
It was over before it began but I played blind all through.
Just to give you second chance
It is not that I was deaf
But I could have never let the public ruin my description of perfect and that was you
You did **** before my eyes
but i still sat calm like nothing ever happened
so unpredictable you were that you ended up stamping me right on my back
It was all over before it began
but i played blind and deaf
so as to protect my description of perfect and that was you
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC