"gussy" poems
the world is flown
and i sleep beside you wed
our mossy appetite has become cleaved
a sleeve running between us on this bed
a warm hum the pores pipe open
intimacy issues forth traversing the gap
intelligence sliding slack and froth
like moist candy-floss icking and tearing
our shared dream
our powerful phantom
gussy travellers
ravelling in sheets of smoky sea
grey/green misting of the memory gland
gathering up dead celebrity
tuning structures to our jubilee
re-creation in a vibe theatre
we're partners conducting our behaviour
for a grand flotsam revelry
dizzed up and narcotic
no doubt ; we are unreal
it is the neon hour...
i flicker
feeling the rushing of your warm system
i feel weather speed over our bodies
striping and refreshing the energy
in the oil light blinking i see you
scar beauty over the berths' landscape
you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes
you are if to say "plug back in to our shared motion"
"we could be imperishable"
"i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse"
you brush my hand which fizzes
and i clothe my eyes
re-enter our developing potion
within our great mouths feed alike
our dual nature is a shared gratification within
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
See babygirl I come to free your soul from your body
Ease your mind, ease down your spine, and make it so ******
Undress you with my eyes, make love mentally, your body is an instrument, I play it like a symphany
Your heart beat fast, you get excited by my touch
Tryin' not to wake the neighbours, but you like it so much.
You can talk to me, tell me what you want.
Don't be scared, If it feel good, bite the pillow,pull the bedspread.
Can you put your legs behind your head, tell me can you take it
Tomorrow you'll be smilin to yourself & you going to still be aching.
Oh, Imma make it last, I promise I wont come quick, I Promise Im gonna do you right.
Cut off your phone & spend the night.
I let you get on top & let you feel like ya in control
Roleplay with you, be my stripper slide down the pole.
Kiss me from my head to toe, I'll tell you if it feels good
Got my nature hard as hell, now tell me if it feels good.
Now spin around & ride it from the back & stand up on your feet
Wrap my legs to keep you balanced, girl you got a real talent
The dirty'er I talk to you, the wetter that you get girl
A freak in the sheets but in the streets your a real good girl.
She likes for me to spank her & ask her who this is
Then she likes to throw it back & ask me how this feels.
Got a wet & gussy feel, I love it im going keep it real
Got me in the zone, extact like I pop the pill...
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
Chests of toys come to life
When lonely homes do not breathe voice
The bears and soldiers, rag dolls and all
Fill the void ‘til the clock strikes two.
They come about, a dance to be held
The rag dolls and stuffed animals gussy,
The bears and soldiers puff out their chests
All but one will join the rest.
Her chestnut tresses lay gentle on her crown,
Perfect lips slightly pouted, painted like her cheeks,
Ivory skin glistens in rays poured from windowpanes,
Gray porcelain eyes peer down from atop her shelf.
The soldiers and bears gaze up at her,
Beauty obvious to the simple eye,
Though all simple eyes’ minds think they know.
They know the nature of porcelain cold.
She understands, as she would think the same.
She sits away, alone upon her shelf,
Alone also in kind, she is shy.
She wants to tell them otherwise,
To see beyond her porcelain eyes.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
“Everything crackles when I walk, dear,”
she said as she stood to go.
The teapot was whistling
And the TV blared loud
Because his hearing aid was turned down to ‘low.’
These splendid old bean eaters
These God loving fools
Live out their days alone.
She can barely see right
And her hands can’t much hold
The hair brush of hers
he plated with gold.
She’s hardly annoyed by the ways of this world,
She’s seen it all come and go except—
The caller ID is a plain old mystery—
What happened to telegrams?
This lovely of woman
And her lovely old man
Still live out their days as in old,
He goes to the barber and she to salon
To gussy up pretty for the drug store.
Few worries they have
But tonight without fail,
She’ll screech
“Al! What’s the Jeopardy channel?!”
“WHAT!?”
He’ll yell back as he shuffles her way
From the kitchen where
sleep closed his eyes as he waited “all day”
For that **** coffee ***
that never made good coffee in anyway.”
Then they’ll eat stale chips
And he’ll start to snore
As she turns the TV up to its max;
Shifting thick, horn rim glasses that she’s had since high school
Untill in the blue TV lights her eyes will glow.
She can see her show is over
as the fuzzy credits roll down
She stands up and everything cracks,
Shuffle…
Shuffle…
Step.
She reaches for him
and covers his feet
with a quilt.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
I wash and clean
primp and pluck
and gussy-up
I shave and cut
**** in my gut
and smile double
it's a lot of trouble
to be invisible
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC