Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"buttholes" poems
Hometown girls are real with you. If they don't like you, they'll even make their ***** look ugly; pulling them in all the way to the tops of their thighs through their buttholes and you can smell the stench in your brain. But when they let you in, when they let you sit on their ears, it's like warp-drive. They smoke virginia slims, because that's what their mom's smoke, and the bags under their eyes are filled with nicotine, but they're pretty bags, purses of flesh full with the kinetic beauty of coal. Hometown girls are mostly black, mostly white, fifty-fity, but nobody's checking and when they whisper something nice in your ear it's colored with a microbrew or a wheel of Jim Beam. Sometimes they'll take you by the wrist into the bathrooms; sometimes they'll take your drink when you're not looking and smile when you catch them with it on their lips. But that smile is good even, on par with a supernova in its ability to crush and make beautiful. But most of the time, they stand around outside Casbah and Motorco --if they're bougie it'll be West End-- in the middle of the night under the porch of the sky looking out with amber slitted eyes like cats, their legs twitching thoughtfully as they wait for cabs and pick at the night. Hometown girls are sexy/beautiful because they'll watch your every move from the gallery out of empathy, knowing they've been that ***** before, knowing they've been that lonely, knowing they just want to get drunk and want to be around randoms that aren't so random.
0
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
Hometown Girls.
Hometown girls are real with you. If they don't like you, they'll even make their ***** look ugly; pulling them in all the way to the tops of their thighs through their buttholes and you can smell the stench in your brain. But when they let you in, when they let you sit on their ears, it's like warp-drive. They smoke virginia slims, because that's what their mom's smoke, and the bags under their eyes are filled with nicotine, but they're pretty bags, purses of flesh full with the kinetic beauty of coal. Hometown girls are mostly black, mostly white, fifty-fity, but nobody's checking and when they whisper something nice in your ear it's colored with a microbrew or a wheel of Jim Beam. Sometimes they'll take you by the wrist into the bathrooms; sometimes they'll take your drink when you're not looking and smile when you catch them with it on their lips. But that smile is good even, on par with a supernova in its ability to crush and make beautiful. But most of the time, they stand around outside Casbah and Motorco --if they're bougie it'll be West End-- in the middle of the night under the porch of the sky looking out with amber slitted eyes like cats, their legs twitching thoughtfully as they wait for cabs and pick at the night. Hometown girls are sexy/beautiful because they'll watch your every move from the gallery out of empathy, knowing they've been that ***** before, knowing they've been that lonely, knowing they just want to get drunk and want to be around randoms that aren't so random.
Continue reading...
61
The ache, The zing through the pelvis Trapped in an evergreen Transcending into the pillow Light is Black Black is light The brain has slithered from the skull Out the ear, leaving a wet trail The bliss The suspended body transfixed on the ceiling Eyes small like buttholes Writhing in angst Rolling in filth Buzzing in a field The ********
0
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
Waffle Sheet
She likes dressing my whisky bottle. What kind of euphamisim is that? You left a ****** It's warm. When I do this you don't feel anything. Is this gay? If you had a ***** it would be gay. It's hebrew. Why do we play? That's what she said. The buttholes because it's uncomforitable. Unless you'r a Jahova's Witness. But some of them do, and it's weird.
0
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Through out conversation Pt:1 (explicit)
*I don't do "love" nor do I believe in it So I'll say that I am wildly and erotically attracted to them. The strip clubs happen to be my church because as Jay-Z & Kanye once said "Ain't No Church In The Wild" and in the wild the laws of attraction exist only in the minds of dreamers Everything about a stripper's lifestyle excites me endlessly It's arousing to watch the ****** chemistry of their legs gently touching as they walk back and forth between stages. I just want to kiss all of them between their pretty thighs and to have the miracles of their little ******* sing sweet *** to the sins of my mouth The first thing I usually notice about a stripper is the *** because I'm an *** man and I get a small but nice amount of stimulation from the way the cheeks swing back and forth when they are on the move. Makes me just want to bend them over, spread their cheeks and just lick their **** little buttholes all night long (if they're clean of course) I also love when they shake their ******* in front of me. The intense ****** satisfaction I get as they swing back and forth is ******* mesmerizing. The ******* are my breaking point because that's when I lose all control especially when they rub them and moan for me a little. I particularly love watching them as they smoke their cigarettes. I always imagine my **** being in place of those cigarettes. ******** on a **** is far healthier. Lastly I just love every inch of flawless skin that they display. I don't give a **** about you ******* crying "She/he's a ***** "She/he has mommy/daddy issues." "She has AIDS/HIV Strippers are beautiful to me.* *And I look at them as humans with higher *** drives, doper personalities and better social skills than you.*
0
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Strippers
*I don't do "love" nor do I believe in it So I'll say that I am wildly and erotically attracted to them. The strip clubs happen to be my church because as Jay-Z & Kanye once said "Ain't No Church In The Wild" and in the wild the laws of attraction exist only in the minds of dreamers Everything about a stripper's lifestyle excites me endlessly It's arousing to watch the ****** chemistry of their legs gently touching as they walk back and forth between stages. I just want to kiss all of them between their pretty thighs and to have the miracles of their little ******* sing sweet *** to the sins of my mouth The first thing I usually notice about a stripper is the *** because I'm an *** man and I get a small but nice amount of stimulation from the way the cheeks swing back and forth when they are on the move. Makes me just want to bend them over, spread their cheeks and just lick their **** little buttholes all night long (if they're clean of course) I also love when they shake their ******* in front of me. The intense ****** satisfaction I get as they swing back and forth is ******* mesmerizing. The ******* are my breaking point because that's when I lose all control especially when they rub them and moan for me a little. I particularly love watching them as they smoke their cigarettes. I always imagine my **** being in place of those cigarettes. ******** on a **** is far healthier. Lastly I just love every inch of flawless skin that they display. I don't give a **** about you ******* crying "She/he's a ***** "She/he has mommy/daddy issues." "She has AIDS/HIV Strippers are beautiful to me.* *And I look at them as humans with higher *** drives, doper personalities and better social skills than you.*
Continue reading...
13