"flexor" poems - Hello Poetry

I sink deeper into the atmosphere we were responsible for, in silence my eyelids and I fight the sunlight’s slow and crescendoing intrusion, wondering if she is still asleep or if she realized by now that every time she makes the slightest fidget away from the center of the bed I bite her right where her lower abs meet her hip flexor on the outside I wanted to have her learn I am consistent. she didn’t have to give consent, degenerates like me don’t care if I want the cake and proceed to eat it before day break then so be it. Nuzzling now her lips press their frozen presence into the space under my jaw and a warm gust of her pushes my sideburns up my chest jumps lumps in my veins snowball and create the feel of cherry bombs popping at every nerve ending I had forgotten it rings me. how could I let her trick me into jostling my babe awake? and all before the alarm. I grow the wings of a vicious pelican, expanding my span using my featherish lips to attack her out of cryostasis she curls up, afraid of more laughter and pushes her tongue through the gap she made between her bottom and top rows of teeth. she glows better than the bringer of days the sun must find me insane.

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC

goodmorning-myles

our second try (room 318)

I sink deeper into the atmosphere we were responsible for, in silence my eyelids and I fight the sunlight’s slow and crescendoing intrusion, wondering if she is still asleep or if she realized by now that every time she makes the slightest fidget away from the center of the bed I bite her right where her lower abs meet her hip flexor on the outside I wanted to have her learn I am consistent. she didn’t have to give consent, degenerates like me don’t care if I want the cake and proceed to eat it before day break then so be it. Nuzzling now her lips press their frozen presence into the space under my jaw and a warm gust of her pushes my sideburns up my chest jumps lumps in my veins snowball and create the feel of cherry bombs popping at every nerve ending I had forgotten it rings me. how could I let her trick me into jostling my babe awake? and all before the alarm. I grow the wings of a vicious pelican, expanding my span using my featherish lips to attack her out of cryostasis she curls up, afraid of more laughter and pushes her tongue through the gap she made between her bottom and top rows of teeth. she glows better than the bringer of days the sun must find me insane.

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I didn't know what to think, Pinned down I was in a single blink. Tackled down viciously, and no restraint My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest I struggled under her dominance Such powerful grip she had in instant I bucked with each movement she made The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped Each moment she came down on my crotch A searing fervor of heat with no stop The wetness of her lower walls embracing My own growing arousal without any patience "What now Big Boy?" "I'm not your **** toy." She huskily grew closer to my ears All the while her juices dripping clear I could tell by strength and knowledge alone That my hip flexor muscle was now torn Definite eroticism in such a goddess But actions alone proved her not modest My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated The eagerness in her position accelerated "Ugh...stop it what I do this time?" "Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight." She continued to gyrate and elevate I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason The blood on my mouth and her own scent Just raised the growing ****** tensions present She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied "Keep going Big Boy." "I'm not your **** toy." Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face Beautiful dominance, in every possible way Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful *** she was going to get, but at her own disposal Eli Junior(c)

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC

jr-1

...Dominated

I didn't know what to think, Pinned down I was in a single blink. Tackled down viciously, and no restraint My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest I struggled under her dominance Such powerful grip she had in instant I bucked with each movement she made The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped Each moment she came down on my crotch A searing fervor of heat with no stop The wetness of her lower walls embracing My own growing arousal without any patience "What now Big Boy?" "I'm not your **** toy." She huskily grew closer to my ears All the while her juices dripping clear I could tell by strength and knowledge alone That my hip flexor muscle was now torn Definite eroticism in such a goddess But actions alone proved her not modest My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated The eagerness in her position accelerated "Ugh...stop it what I do this time?" "Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight." She continued to gyrate and elevate I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason The blood on my mouth and her own scent Just raised the growing ****** tensions present She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied "Keep going Big Boy." "I'm not your **** toy." Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face Beautiful dominance, in every possible way Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful *** she was going to get, but at her own disposal Eli Junior(c)

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Dear Body, Why do you torture me so? Muscles, bones, tendons All perfectly assembled So why do you say no to me? Running, Running, Running Pain, Pain, Pain Shin splints, they said Hip flexor, they said Once better, the rest said 'me too!' Dear Body, We're in this together For the long haul Together we rise Together we fall

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC

jeremy-northrop

Letter Poem

Dear Body, Why do you torture me so? Muscles, bones, tendons All perfectly assembled So why do you say no to me? Running, Running, Running Pain, Pain, Pain Shin splints, they said Hip flexor, they said Once better, the rest said 'me too!' Dear Body, We're in this together For the long haul Together we rise Together we fall

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Is it blood, or is it wine, That drips down your pallid forearm. Tracing your flexor carpi. Chasing your elbow sharply. Dancing to your palpitating heartbeat. Mucous lines- Your nose; The tattered sleeves of your unwashed clothes You sit there, at the cluttered table, across from her coffee cup You sit there, muttering your woes. Seething as you stare at it. It's still half empty, Within it a kaleidoscope of mould grows. As the bacteria grows, and she begins to decompose. It chews on her skin, Six foot under, in the hardwood coffin she now resides in. It's time now. Let go from within Stand up now. Drop her coffee cup. Drop her coffee cup In To The Bin.

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC

gypsy-noel

Stage 5- Acceptance

Is it blood, or is it wine, That drips down your pallid forearm. Tracing your flexor carpi. Chasing your elbow sharply. Dancing to your palpitating heartbeat. Mucous lines- Your nose; The tattered sleeves of your unwashed clothes You sit there, at the cluttered table, across from her coffee cup You sit there, muttering your woes. Seething as you stare at it. It's still half empty, Within it a kaleidoscope of mould grows. As the bacteria grows, and she begins to decompose. It chews on her skin, Six foot under, in the hardwood coffin she now resides in. It's time now. Let go from within Stand up now. Drop her coffee cup. Drop her coffee cup In To The Bin.

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