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I watched her from a distance,
Glistening lake gently flowed,
Flowed down her bare body,
The moonlit drop of my dreams,
Glistening in my eyes .

Ravenous thoughts rapture me,
Engulf me in the chasm of desire,
My gaze unmoving and still,
Yet flows down with the trickle,
On her bare *****.

A million stars sizzle a spark,
I want to capture them,
Little droplets of water ,
Making their way softly,
On her bare back.

I watched her from a distance,
The silk of her wet hair,
Wrapped me in a rapture,
Unmoving I stood there,
My gaze so still,
Yet flowing with water,
That she bathed in.
Watching what you can’t have:)
Dave Legalisa Oct 20
i can feel the ship
that you are,
voyaging inside
the wormhole
that is an object
of my purity.
i can sense the
pleasure you keep
driving inside
like a mixture
of wramth and rage.
the moanings
and flickings
halt when
you run out of force
to keep entering
the abyss that i am.
all of the sudden
i feel the fuel that
keeps you active
and running.
it litters all over
the stars and rocks
and bodies
that embody
my purity.
it's quite a mess
but it's haven.
somehow
you are a ship
and i am the universe.
Nyltiac D Nov 6
I look at my purple sore flesh.
Smile at the memory of where you have been. What we have done.

I bite my lip almost bleeding  and press legs together  as a flutter of butterflys fill my stomach up into my chest  bringing me back to the night before.

I stifle a moan as I  trace the hand shaped bruises along my throat feel the tender flesh between my thighs.

The thin line between pain and pleasure.
How we crossed it. Almost panic.
I begged you to stop I didn't mean it..

A breath of  excitement to relax my battered soul to keep me from calling you.

Critters crawl down my spine with the words, almost a growl.
" you're mine"
Any comments please  message me  still learning ...
Cné Aug 2017
A tentative touch unsure
of erotica I've yet to explore.
Her sweet ripe ******* allure
my watering mouth can't ignore.

Tickling teasing touch to ignite us
giggling on our high
Soft soothing caresses in between
wondering why I was so shy...

Our fingers tangled in long blonde hair,
then gently stroking soft warm skin.
Bodies writhing, legs entwining,
where she ends, there I begin.

Oblivious to our thoughts
enambered with desires
Lips of wine in heated passion
soaring pleasures even higher.

Perfumed oil on bodies glistening,
**** laughs and playful fights.
Lace and heels and toys aplenty,
Girl, we'll make this last all night.

By EJ and Cné
A little wine
A little laugh
A little pleasure
For our own behalf

Thank you EJ for such inspiration
https://hellopoetry.com/elizabeth-j-1/
Johnny Noiπ Aug 30
por·nog·ra·phy
pôrˈnäɡrəfē/noun: *******; printed or visual material
explicit description or display of ****** organs or activity,
intended to stimulate ****** rather than aesthetic or emotional feelings;
erotica, pornographic material, ***** books; ****, filth, vice;
             hard & soft ****, *****, girlie magazines, skin flicks
                        "an Internet site selling child ******* [?]"
mid 19th century: from Greek pornographos
‘writing about prostitutes,’ from pornē ‘*******’ + graphein ‘write.’
‘writing by prostitutes’, w/ names & amounts paid;
[the state of mind of constantly thinking about prostitutes or prostitution]
Johnny Noiπ Aug 21
I had a gf that used to get called a feminazi,
but no one ever called me a feminanarchist;
I think what we really were is Feminihilists.

FFP opposed *******,
defined as the sexualized degradation,
*******, humiliation, objectification,
subjugation, violation,       psychological
annihilation, exploitation,  & violence
against women as distinguished from
erotica based on the mutuality
      of power and pleasure.

According to FFP's pioneering founder Page Mellish,
******* provides the training for ******,
assault & ****; results in the objectification
of women; affects women's ability to get equal rights
& equal pay, & encourages men to associate
*** with violence;  Page ultimately claimed
that all feminist issues | [    ,      ], [          ]
are rooted in *******
&   in a 1986 letter to the editor of The Wall Street Journal,
she asserted that FFP is "not against love & not against ***."

Page held that all men or women
who did not fight against *******
were accountable for the violence
against women, claiming that women
who enjoy ******* or rough ***
had internalized the male [gaze] & |
male definitions of power

Page's positions on *******
have been debated outside FFP,
including with respect to ****'s agency
on crime & feminist & *** definitions of ****;
Legislation alone was not a solution,
according to Page; it was also necessary to remove "the need for ****".

vehemently anti-censorship & pro-***,
Page taught me to show everything from
all sides; my other feminista professors
were pro-monogamy [patriarchy] while
Page was a combat boot wearing girly-girl;

she had these cute little doe-eyed Q's following
her around carrying the placards [        ] for her
spontaneous demonstrations against underwear
.sometimes you... just have to listen certain songs, for the giggles, and the Mutley sniggers to boot; you just have to; there are all kinds outlet down all kinds of avenues; life, has to, look, this, way; me expressing the following: a large number of people do know how to drive a car, but have no idea how to ride a horse... watch them... they'll be a-trying to confuse riding a great Dane... or an Irish wolfhound... did you know, that... wolves have no knowledge of barking? they howl, they growl, they snarl... but wolves do not bark! yappy-yappy... little domesticated dogs bark... but what do large domesticated canines do? bite.

well...
i don't have a driving
license for a car...
but i know how
to ride a horse...
ensuring i know
how to make
a horse turn left,
or turn right,
or gallop...
   how's that?
**** the driving license...
i can, ride, a...
horse!
       boom... erotica
shaggy: mr. ****-tastic!
****...
this self-deprecating
humor is hitting
the zenith point...
while the English-speaking
crowd are hitting
the: ridiculing the other
nadir.
kate beckinsale & anne hathaway
can speak
the name... matthew all
day long...
                 and right into the night...
i'll try to fall asleep...
must be an Oedipus complex
sort of thing,
   in primary school my school
friends thought that my
mother had the visage for
   sandra bullock...
   ha ha! good luck to the men fathering
daughters!
          you ever find it easier
to pet casts, and cage tigers?!
              **** me...
my shatten is soliloquy central...
           i drink to excess and
listen to excess erotica latex ****
music...
      and then? do nothing about it...
i like cinema...
                         **** me...
a fetish for leather that extends
past a ******...
    i would have asked her sincere self:
can we drop the ******
so that i might attire myself
in gimp?
      she evidently replied
a no with her 19 years of existence...
oh... under-baked apple pie
my dear...
            ha ha!
           no, i have more cherries
to pick, i''m beyond stalking some famous grimace...
you are here           .



and i?



                                           .              am here...

who needs the excess of
quasi-journalistic coverage anyway?
    
           that transitioning harem
of rock stars...
     like Kafka said:
i'll be waiting for something
i never had,
and missing it,
            by never having touched
a peek behind the curtain...

   i'll wait... for what i could never have...
and within the confines
of what i could never have,
          i'll settle for what i can already, have.

kate beckinsale & anne hathaway
can speak the name matthew
all day long, and i won't mind...
        
      would i be the one following them?
train-spotting....
         taxi counts...
                 ******* crows that
croak mid-flight count...
           the number of canadian geese
in b-54 formation
migrating come mid-autumn...

          geek without the cartoons...
push me...
   keep pushing...
     i want the shove
and the ****** wording of auto-suggestive
courting of -
                           courtesy...

              thank you...
i'd rather stalk my own shadow...
looking out for the plot-line of
an eased out **** doing the olympic
gold medal dive into
the crapper pool,
via analyzing the shadow of plop
pop gold...

        zero splash...

                a ******* harmonium
on the neck of a Polish teenager,
traveling on a Warsaw tram
      to reach a girl who...
              was counting petals,
and the worth(s) of considering
the concise surmount of love...

             yeah... next time?
i'll be the one used to invigorating
the stance on stalking
one's own shadow...
             why?
because i fidget...
i get all jerky...
                  the hype instigator
movement...
   ******* a woman
like a piston of a car's momentum...

               does it really matter?
i thought the Madonna-***** complex
wasn't a man-"thing"?
   if man owns the Freudian Oedipus
complex...
  does man also have to lend in his
strap-on dictum for the
Madonna-***** complex?
   so...
              that's not a wholly woman "thing"?
she's doesn't own that
complex?
   it's man's fault?!

             i know the Rastafarian Putin
isn't rasp -
but you know that Israeli ******
are better than the Russian ones...
so the story goes...

               which kinda explains...
impotent with women trapped
within the Madonna-***** complex...
with Bulgarian prostitutes?
a limp **** only, and only when
i forgot to trim my ***** hair,
my Eden...

  i have the Oedipus complex...
am i also responsible for
the Madonna-***** complex?!
really?
                        you sure that women
are not supposed to attend to question
this trans-schizophrenic,
   squint / split /
           dichotomy?

                   prior mothers,
that prerequisite motherhood
with the basis of ******* themselves...

   the Madonna-***** complex
is outside the realm of the male constraint /
castration of rules...

   i already mentioned it...
i couldn't be circumcised...
   protruding veins, that met at the zenith
of the *******...
if they circumcised me...
        i would have bled to death...
the, "crime" of ******* is
a lot easier to handle...
   if you haven't been circumcised...

because?
   circumcision is a motivational tactic...
you are... technically... not allowed
to ******* once you've been
circumcised...
  
               you're free, to *******...
if you haven't been circumcised...
as a male...
            no problem...
problem of ******* comes...
when you persist in the act...
but you don't actually possess the excess
skin, that might allow you
the prime, solipsistic act...

    ergo?
******* is worth a justified critique...
ONLY, and only IF...
you've been circumcised...
sorry if you have...
           notably because?
your priest isn't a rabbi...
and there's no fiddler on the roof
matchmaker song
to boot.

oh no, there's no problem with the act
of *******...
  but there is... if you have been
circumcised...
  why?
    during ******* i used to pull my *******
back...
  and **** with an unsheathed
****...

      but in private?
the ******* was rolled back on,
to counter the imitation of experiencing ****
***... with a clenched fist.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 26
Vestal Virgins forbidden to have ***;
spent their days getting groped
as they stood silently around the temple;                    having
to watch the sacred ****** clean up; treated like goddesses,
                                  they'd have preferred to be treated like
women, like the Senators' wives,    who per custom had to serve as temple
****** for a good part of the year;   harvests
                                                             flo­urishing;        |         little ******* born                & set adrift;       picked like apples
                          from trees & plucked out of streams,
yet the Virgins were busy scratching their pious itch,
     that became the
sanctity of Mother Church [Mary never got her freak on? oh, no --  I say she & Leda had much in common:  here's a tip, ladies,             don't let birds get too                   near ur snooch: weird **** happens:
              & eunuchs became the priests & bishops;
perverts doing the paper
      work for free;               for the chance to go frolicking in pre-Deluvian
                     Bliss
                     w/ fair-haired
                         boys forced to dress &  act as maidens,
                         inspiring fantasies of the long ago past;
when we think of the Golden Age:                   [our ideas of Erotica are very predicated on the 19th century's idea of ****** fantasy; which we regurgitate erzats back into our own cultural spaces;          *******, ******* & peeing & vomiting going hand-in-hand w/ giving birth;
       Life has forever been ***** & in the mud;
                                                            ­   conscious Fascists manipulate Pomp
                                                                ­                                & Circumstance
                                                   to enslave the World;     Fascists Never Win
                       b/c a Lone Ranger rides out of the Sky
                 & saves the people after much destruction,
                         sadly, new things need to be built;
                    so tear down the old & burned & obsolete
                       & build new powerful spaces for people
                                                               to live & thrive

          We think the Golden Age was like Rococo, but they were ******* Barbarians,
                                                                ­        just like today & tomorrow
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