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"hotness" poems
I need to change the circles I'm in Because I fell into the trapezoid Of trying to fit a square peg in a round hole Making people believe I was a square When I was really a rectangle You just had to look at me from the right angles The shape of things now Is me looking at you from the wrong angles You're pretty hot 90° When you turn away from me your hotness doubles 180° I think my Pompeii worm could survive the temperatures But if you were to turn back around No creature could survive 360° The paradox of the parabola in my pants Will never be solved It's not your math problem We're just two points on this rotating sphere Where time is a straight line And our's is a segment I wish I understood the formula So I could predict the outcome But there are too many variables Leaving my head spinning in circles And myself running in circles Meant to be avoided Because within those circles are triangular trials Where two points create a perfect line And a third point ruins that As points are added to the population Lines only get larger Like the welfare line Mammoth shapes grow wider and more complex Like the Pentagon Lines become more easily crossed Angles more easily tangled And my freezing point becomes my boiling point While I wish for a world more two-dimensional Because once I consider depth I realize I could never measure up to my ruler
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Circles
Please do tell me You smell the intensely arid hotness of summer. The tender wind blowing brings peace to bottom of every swaying soul. Please do tell me it's an invitation from you two glasses of hot tea with old silver straw It's the day you back to home back to me again When your feet sink into warm sand of ***** desert When your eyebrows frowned humming the familiar tone I know it's scent of home
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Lover of sailor man
IMAGINE Just imagine loving someone just looking at them observing their smallest gestures and acts & getting excited like a kid where you never found yourself like this before laughing just because they are laughing getting touched with their words which were actually so usual sometimes being lover feeling proud sometimes feeling like a mom who is proud of her child finding the cuteness in their hotness finding the vividness when everything was blur finding the similarities knowing more as if like a serious PHD and and that smile when you watch their pic where one day suddenly finding out that you can hear pictures finding out that their name had became an emotion and finally accepting the truth that they actually don't even know your existence but also accepting that this will be the love till eternity
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
7 Purple heart
When I arrive would you take care of me? We empty emotions on the count of three. Visions of black and white, do you bleed? The hotness of this earth, holes in the body, do you still hurt? A mutual destruction on my part; rewind time for the birth You were sent to watch over me, an empty shell of a man with destiny. When we get there what will we see? "Villains of circumstance we will be, Can you handle it?" Little monster, are you learning? The art of squirming. Guardians of light and sound, save me now or we're all going down. Sinners, not winners, are in the round Place me in your arms and protect me now. Hold me like no one is around.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Villains
Just touch me and that first electric contact sparks a chaotic chain reaction of desire for the next touch in every place I can be touched. In other places that will never be touched, knowing that the desire will never be sated is almost too much for this eager body to tolerate. Just touch me and my trembling body opens to you like a flower stretching toward the sun. The center of my femininity oozes hotness like lava from a volcano. Just touch me and all my inhibitions drop to the ground like dry, shriveled leaves fall from the mighty oak in autumn. I become free to completely accept your touch as an ongoing gift to my ever hungry body. Just touch me because I'm not always certain when the next touch may come. Your touch can be as elusive as a four-leaf clover in a field of green. Sometimes your touch can last so long that it becomes as vital to me as oxygen. Just touch me because you want to. Just touch me because I want you to. Just touch me because you can. Just touch me.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Just Touch Me
Of the items in the store, All were second hand An old computer did I buy, With a broken stand One side was badly scratched Two knobs were missing too But that’s not the story I’m about to tell to you T’was about the second week Of the ‘puter at my place Sitting there against the wall Near the old staircase I recall the night was late As I readied me for bed When I turned the ‘puter off, The screen … it turned blood-red The appearance caused a start I gasped a breath of air I couldn’t turn my gaze away I stood right there and stared. Then a low murmuring From deep within the set Cold chills ran over me I’ve not forgotten yet A voice, low and menacing Containing graveled rasps I could not then stop again My involuntary gasp I stood there mesmerized My gaze remained transfixed Thoughts racing through me And all of them were mixed The Voice on the other side Of the blood-red display screen Issued a command to me So ominous and mean: “Place your hand upon the screen And repeat these words to me: Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” I felt my arm move upward Powerless to resist I felt a burning in my palm As the display screen it kissed I heard a voice and realized The speaker it was me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” As the words transmitted, Involuntarily, I could feel a change come on … Overwhelming me. As I stared in disbelief My hand – it disappeared Absorbed into the blood-red screen As the burning onward seared … Through my wrist, up my arm It’s hotness I could feel Inward was I screaming Not believing this was real! In reflection from the screen I was being pulled into I saw a face, and then I screamed: “That horrid face is YOU!” The rapid assimilation Continued then until All feelings were extinguished And all was calm and still. A trillion beings there transformed To tiny bytes and bits And ‘tis every part of us All websites now transmits Now here I am deep inside This computers’ display screen If there’s disturbance felt Oh so sharp and keen Just place your hand upon the screen And read these words to me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.”
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
The Computer Screen
Of the items in the store, All were second hand An old computer did I buy, With a broken stand One side was badly scratched Two knobs were missing too But that’s not the story I’m about to tell to you T’was about the second week Of the ‘puter at my place Sitting there against the wall Near the old staircase I recall the night was late As I readied me for bed When I turned the ‘puter off, The screen … it turned blood-red The appearance caused a start I gasped a breath of air I couldn’t turn my gaze away I stood right there and stared. Then a low murmuring From deep within the set Cold chills ran over me I’ve not forgotten yet A voice, low and menacing Containing graveled rasps I could not then stop again My involuntary gasp I stood there mesmerized My gaze remained transfixed Thoughts racing through me And all of them were mixed The Voice on the other side Of the blood-red display screen Issued a command to me So ominous and mean: “Place your hand upon the screen And repeat these words to me: Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” I felt my arm move upward Powerless to resist I felt a burning in my palm As the display screen it kissed I heard a voice and realized The speaker it was me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” As the words transmitted, Involuntarily, I could feel a change come on … Overwhelming me. As I stared in disbelief My hand – it disappeared Absorbed into the blood-red screen As the burning onward seared … Through my wrist, up my arm It’s hotness I could feel Inward was I screaming Not believing this was real! In reflection from the screen I was being pulled into I saw a face, and then I screamed: “That horrid face is YOU!” The rapid assimilation Continued then until All feelings were extinguished And all was calm and still. A trillion beings there transformed To tiny bytes and bits And ‘tis every part of us All websites now transmits Now here I am deep inside This computers’ display screen If there’s disturbance felt Oh so sharp and keen Just place your hand upon the screen And read these words to me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.”
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I sing in drifts of silk sliding rainbows gently against the rub of muscle and warmed hotness pouring the melt so wet in your lingering kiss. Begging nothing, I weep for the lathe of soft sheath pearled to wicked by the stormy thunder you echo thru my valleys. Revered so, I am hungered velvet to your tongued verse, a litany on which you crave my depths; revealed inspiration for your dreams Adored by each caress fingered gently to fury, ravenous hunger fed, I quake with earth-tides enraptured by your soul-kiss
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
Soul Kiss:
**Committing is hard Committing adultery?... Not so much Oh, you want to act like I just crossed a line? ...Uhhh... I don't think I did... not so much Relationship’s scarred But you know how good that forbidden pleasure is… to place your hands on that which you’ve been told ‘ Do not touch’ You know it is true Oh… you do know that, I know you do You've been there before… you probably didn't even mean to score But somehow you did And she ended up in your bed And… Well, no need to get into detail… enough said But wait, I just cannot stop there This one is for the groom who, at the altar, vows as solemnly as he is able to swear Never to betray his bride, but thinks... ‘well, depending on the level of hotness of the Au Pair’ Loyalty has a life span, and so does Trust And what an enemy they have in this character called Lust ‘Tis  just but the truth I speaketh…  one that we see Our mindsets should adjust drastically if we ever hope to be… Free… Of the possibility That we might cheat… For when I look around society at the moment, all I see… Is a bunch of people with the potential to commit adultery Oh! Oh!**
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
Of humans and pheromones...
The reflections in the window Show me the truths I can't escape. They show me the lies I've believed, The pain I've endured. I see all the people who've used, Betrayed and hurt me. I close my eyes against them, But they won't go away. Not only do the reflections show The pain I've endured, But the pain I've inflicted as well. Flinching away from all this, I take a step back. I don't want to remember, But these reflections, These reflections of my past Won't let me be. How hard I'd tried to build up these walls, Years it took. And now, it only takes a few moments To break them down again. These reflections quickly crumble my walls, Exposing the pain, Making old wounds raw once more. I'm screaming in my head, "Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop..." There are tears now, streaking down my face. I feel their hotness against my cheeks. I can see the wet shine in the window. These haunting reflections, Everthing I saw, all that I relived, In my own eyes...
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
Reflections
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art hot as **** and make me so tired. Rough *** doth shake the bed frame as I lay And watch you - you with passion I inspired. Sometimes too hot for mine eyes to behold, I must look away lest I be blinded. The ring upon your finger shines as gold; The gleam, my dear, I never have minded. But thy eternal hotness soon shall fade, And wilt thou see how mine has faded, too? Death shall take out our hot ***** with ***** And shovel, dragging me to hell with you. But I guess there are other parts of you I like; Together, through the afterlife, we'll hike.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Superficial Sonnet
After a good workout, when I'm hot and sweaty, I want you more than any other time. I want to taste you. You're so fresh. Others know you, but not like I. I love your wraps that surround you. That surround the flesh. I'm drooling. Let them stare. You're there for me whenever I crave you. When I desire you. And I go to you sometimes even when I don't. And that happy latino dance music you like to play makes me want to dance. But most of the time I just want you naked. All laid out in front of me. “Have a bowl,” you say. “I just want you in my hands, right now.” I say back. You always make me thirst with your hotness, I drink water. After class, before class, sometimes I think about you during class. “I want you in my hands,” I say again. “No really, have a bowl,” you say again. I give in and I take a bowl. Then, I begin to devour you with passion. Moaning and giggling. Our bodies become one as I begin to breath heavier and heavier. I being twitching in pleasure when suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. “Sir, you're going to have to leave Chipotle.”
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
"You"
you may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, you may tread me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I’ll rise does my clumsiness upset you? why are you beset with gloom? ‘cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells pumping in my living room. just like moons and like suns, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I’ll rise did you want to see me broken? bowed head and lowered eyes? shoulders falling down like teardrops weakened by my soulful cries. does my haughtiness offend you? don’t take it awful hard ‘cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines diggin’ in my own backyard. you may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may **** me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise. does my hotness upset you? does it come as a surprise? that I dance like I’ve got diamonds at the meething of my thighs? out of the huts of history’s shame I rise up from a past that’s been rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide. leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, i am the dream and hope of the slave. i rise i rise i rise — A.P.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
still I rise
Would you think less of me if I told you how much I want to kiss your thighs? And your hip bones And that v of skin Feel the heat of your body that I can’t turn off Even in the depths of winter, Your warmth is in every cheek to cheek hug Every brush of your hand over mine We could be in the icy temperatures of the north pole and I would still feel a hotness in your fingertips when you pass me another layer I’m a good girl But looking at you makes me feel like I deserve a thousand detentions I hope you know I love you when I think about your skin tight against mine Your mouth hot on mine My hands untucking your checked shirt I refuse to call these thoughts ***** Because your body is so **** beautiful The muddy soil around a bright flower doesn’t devalue its worth, does it? I hope you know I think your heart is as powerful as the sun You’re what burns every piece of wooden structure that holds my body stable Human jenga And even though you have no game plan, You always win.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Late nighters with you in my skin.
I am a shepherd, My land is endless wold; There is a thought in my mind, Which feeds sheeps with fine grass, My hometown is as silent as a stork, Which emigrates to lost worlds, To sense hotness again, I see their belief.
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Shepherd
Sun to the moon They said you were worse with your constant phases And I cannot keep up with every month They told me you would never get together with me And it makes me sad, because you're up there happy with the stars They said you weren't so fond of things that appeared to be very bright But you admire the twinkles the starts would make They said you don't like the hotness during the day Main reason why you would only appear during the night For it brought you coldness and comforted you somehow But I know better, I know all about your scars And how you wished it would just fade away I have seen your creases and dirt all over you And how you say that stars can't help you cover it up permanently I know about how many times you have been hurt and stepped on before Of how you would only show a part of you to others But I have seen the perfect roundness of your curves For I cherish every moment of this when an eclipse occurs If loving you means dying every night Just to let you breathe Then I would do it every time And if you had enough of the stars That the wishes you wished were a big disappointment You know you could always come to me And I promise, I will do my best to make you smile One day when you get tired of wanting to shine for others through the night I could be the one to brighten up things for you.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
sun to the moon;
Trance me up, push me 'round and bring it down Beat me a new song, pound it out, my soul to be bound I am so wicked, so lost in your rhythms I can hardly breath Chain me, cultivate me, give me your **** release I am so hot for you, for your song of thumping sound I can hardly contain my ears, my body is on fire Push it, pound it, of your hotness I won’t tire Your muse, your hotness I cannot pass I wanna spank your sound Push me to my new limits, pleasure me with your ingenuity. Intellect my brain, pulverize my pain as I watch the world rot away You ooze mastery, the rot of your rapaciousness, so succulent, so free. Consume my head, feed my ears, ****** into my chest Feed me your lust, your craziness, I am such a freakin' mess Dance it off, sing it away, swing it 'round, I float on the ground Your magic fingers, the smoothness of your beat, masters me I need you, your fantasy is mine, I am yours For now you control me You course through my being, my chest thumps to your flashing sound. Command me, consume me, do not let me go. Spin it, make me found Your ethereal edge smoothes me out, makes me right. I bed your music, my feet clap your fame, this night But tomorrow when I wake, I will forget who you are.
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Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 6:27 AM UTC
Spin the Song
He sneaks into my mind in slumber, emanating his fervor; awakening ***** to a frenzy, then whispering wet licks against me, I whimper deep within from his delicious torment; labials unveil for tongued ecstasy. Wallowing in my bedewed rose; he breathes its ambrosia with tongue & nose, stiffens each dip into garden of Eden, he knew I'd buck and tremble begging to feel him deeper; unearthing sighs and whispers. Touching me with promises; as I eye his sinewy masculinity, entwined limb to limb our desire erupts each plunge into paradise, wet, each teased withdrawal, inner muscles contract breathing him back in, rising to meet and sheath his firmness in unuttered realms of ecstasy. I whisper, need to swallow his measure; and sweet hotness trickles down throat, ********* my own wetness; he greedily suckles one at a time savoring its aftertaste, tonguing me to taste what he's enjoying, moving slowly in and out. And... I shudder from the sheer feel deeply embedded as his passion leaves me softly broken.
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
Softly Broken
Geraldine rides the bus to work. She sways side to side with the motion of the bus, sitting in the compact human zoo, faces, limbs, bodies, eyes, mouths. The sky outside is an early morning icy blue. A man opposite stares, his eyes moving over her, his hands in his lap, fingers playing with each other. His eyes settle on her legs, drink them in. She feels as if he were ********** her, taking each item of clothing off one by one. His eyes are dark, deep set. She stares back at him, takes in his lips, parted, thick and saliva sits there. Her thoughts move to Holly and the night before, the game they played, the role plays, the pre-sex drama. The man shifts in his seat, wrinkles his nose, moves his eyes to her ******* She looks away, senses his eyes fondling her **** his imaginary fingers groping. Holly would have said something to the creep opposite, would have shown him up, but she doesn’t have that way with her, she sits it out, pushing thoughts of him away, focuses on Holly’s tongue licking the inside of her thighs, sensation electrifying. The man looks away, no doubt to ********** in his dark mind with his imaginary fingers. Geraldine lets the thoughts of Holly and her deeds linger, ***** in the hotness, the scents, the sighs, the smells. She stares at the man. He looks at his hands, his fingernails. There is dirt beneath the nails, black as soot as if he’d rooted in dark soil. She looks away; Holly has set her (with her deeds) to ****** boil.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:13 AM UTC
GERALDINE'S BUS RIDE TO WORK.
*Murderous rampage avoided, I spare you the shame But got ya crew duckin’ for cover with the troops I deploy Yellin’ and shootin’ at each other, no longer a game But more a rumble in the jungle, better run jungle boy It’s Brotha Cyrus on the dock, I’m the loch ness Scorchin’ the earth with all my hotness, see you sweat on the block I’m the reason for lemonade stands, you better be chillin’ Population feelin’ the tension like a storybook villain Robbin’ a pharmacy? Can’t afford medication? Well pay the price to emulate cuz I ain’t givin’ advice I ain’t a teacher but I educate, you speculate How can a playa get any bigger with the lack of a vice? Inspiration came from the West Cause my writin’ is lyrical The swagger came from the East Come in and join in the feast With heavy steps I walk the earth Disturbin’ ya peace, you in danger Anger eruptin’, showin’ greatness since birth I feel like 20 million dollars, defyin’ the physics Better behave in my mansion ‘fore I limit ya visits Ya girl gave me her digits… my bad, terrible timin’ I'm half amazin' thanks to credible rhymin'.*
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Half Man, Half Amazin'
your brittle splendour stashed passion behind of beautiful iced eyes your coldness is your hotness just stranger wouldnt guess that you care in your heart the hearts of all you loved no one happy end throughout ****** dramas you used to live in deluge of feelings now the ***** is your friend which heal you in your magnificent solitude with bunch of drunk memoirs .  you jeer on this young guy who fell in love with you, elderly woman now you cherish your sovereignity and no longer wish to be the muse of twisted masters
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Portrait of Lady N.N.
Hey it"s been awhile how ya doin like I care. Writting little bits of misery isnt my style. Drinking till dawn writting low brow poems is something I do with such great flare. John Patrick you know the rest. Never got a degree but i got something else. more than a few times incase you havent guessed. Turn off the lights i'll just use my hands to see. Yes im way worse in person. But ya know it just aint a party without me. Were theres gasoline so should there be fire. Far from a saint. But I have dated a couple girls who once sang in the choir. You may won the contest but I really didnt lose. cause you gotta ribbon and me I gotta bottle of ***** Guess who never paid attention in class? I was to busy staring at the teachers. Uhh miss hotness could i please have the hall pass. Wonder what slowed us down uhh probaly when we hit that tree. You know my friends it just isnt a party without me. Hey folks they dont all have to be deep meaingful im not nicknamed gonzo for nothing cheers my friends
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Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:07 AM UTC
It's Not A Party Without Me
God vowed for last days. Kids bear kids. Rivers become dry and the people die of thirst. Complain is endless. Hot is hotness,highblood  and sugar die betic  make death wess than hlv. It is a scary world. Killers **** criminals steal. Witches witch . Loyal people become unloyal . Where people can hide . Truly is a final days. Rain is sun and sun is moon,how can the thunder not be the wind. Truly the season has changed where people make miracles as the devil did to God. Cows bear human animals And a men bear older people with ***** hair, how couldn't we scare of it. Jesus said seek me now that iam around you for the time will come where those who need me will never get me for I will be in the right hand of my Father. Oh truly this is a final days. In jobs people get it with bribes. In marriage people get married with lies behind them. Whom to trust now and then. Because your best relative is your wors enermy. Yaa,yeah,yes truly is a final days
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
final days