"hottie" poems
Wish I could stop time or make it last longer
Feeling on your vibes, emotions getting stronger
The longer I ponder, the more I grow fonder
I can't be around you
There ain't no telling what i might do
I don't know if you can take it
It's too big, I might break it
Little waist tight dress
I can’t take it
Your body shakin
eyes looking at me
like your for my taking
our bodies groove
In our grooves
This kinda love is for the makin
Dancing like we two halves of one making
The moment sacred
Reading your body language
picturing you naked
screamin my name like its your favorite
I make your body do things
So your soul can savor it
Makin love until your ears ring
to our vibe vibrating as we do our thing
you cumin first until it’s past tense
Got a few things on my mind
Baby you are a hottie
Out of everybody
I want your body
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
When I see marissa
I just wanna kiss her
Shes a hottie with a bodie
And i wanna get naughty
When i see her purple hair
I wanna touch everywhere
Shes hella fine
she looks like a dime
shes all mine
I wanna take her to my red room of pain
she can play the game
it will never be the same
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
In conversation with my cousin,
she says, 'Oh my God, my
brother-in-law still remembers
you
as my cousin with the 'nice ass';
the 'hottie' from my wedding.
Still talking about me after
all these years, I see.
I couldn't help but think,
'wow, quite the first impression
I must make, or is it the
impression I leave BEHIND?'
and I felt the wheels spinning
in my mind, as they always do,
trying to decipher what the
appropriate response to
such an admission should be...
in this...particular...instance.
And I heard this voice in my
mind, shout, in its softest tone,
'I...AM MORE...THAN JUST...
A...NICE...ASS, if you take
the time to know me.'
So I realize that I find
the observation anything but
flattering.
Amusing, predictable,
redundant...yes.
But am I flattered, am I
even intrigued, or...
impressed, in the slightest?
Not at all.
For me, it is just...
inevitable entertainment,
among other things I
won't freely admit at this
time.
But if, and when, I happen
to lose any components
of my identity,
I can always remember,
that if nothing else,
I am...
(not my name, or even
my fetching idiosyncracies,
but...)
the 'Hottie with the
nice ASS', and
I wouldn't be able to help,
but smirk.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Lassie, sweetheart, love
That's not my name
Calling loudly, feel like I'm dying
Embarrassed, school skirt flying
Pet, darlin', hottie
That's not my name
Followed up the street, feeling scared
Don't know how to get help, if I dared
***** **** ****
That's not my name
Cop a feel when you go by, want to be sick
I'd never see you again, if only I could pick
Girl, gorgeous, lovely
That's not my name
Mind blanks on procedure, sheer panic as you come
Pushed up to a wall, you grab my ***
Beautiful, star, babe
That's not my name
I cried when you came home with me
After dinner, you claimed your fee
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot
welcoming me to the land of dream
Sofas couches fog in England
Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows
curtains on his windows, fog seeping in
the chimney but a nice warm house
and an incredibly sweet hooknosed
Eliot he loved me, put me up,
gave me a couch to sleep on,
conversed kindly, took me serious
asked my opinion on Mayakovsky
I read him Corso Creeley Kerouac
advised Burroughs Olson Huncke
the bearded lady in the Zoo, the
intelligent puma in Mexico City
6 chorus boys from Zanzibar
who chanted in wornout polygot
Swahili, and the rippling rythyms
of Ma Rainey and Vachel Lindsay.
On the Isle of the Queen
we had a long evening's conversation
Then he tucked me in my long
red underwear under a silken
blanket by the fire on the sofa
gave me English Hottie
and went off sadly to his bed,
Saying ah Ginsberg I am glad
to have met a fine young man like you.
At last, I woke ashamed of myself.
Is he that good and kind? Am I that great?
What's my motive dreaming his
manna? What English Department
would that impress? What failure
to be perfect prophet's made up here?
I dream of my kindness to T.S. Eliot
wanting to be a historical poet
and share in his finance of Imagery-
overambitious dream of eccentric boy.
God forbid my evil dreams come true.
Last nite I dreamed of Allen Ginsberg.
T.S. Eliot would've been ashamed of me.
3.9k
want to live in a world where we aren’t slaves to the dime.
I want to live my life while I’m still alive
But I’m stuck with a 9 to 5
Bullies on the side waiting to taking my lunch money away
Oh **** you got some expenses to buy
God **** it I need to refill my prescription
I am trapped in a position
Dig through the garbage again
I need some real food to fill me in
So cold tonight
Look at the pretty hottie
But **** yo you god **** expensive
How come things are like that
I sleep in a bed when my fellow humans can’t get a roof over their heads
Oh right they don’t have that type of green
So why should we care bout their well being
They aren’t slaves to the dime
Why should things be like this it is ******* sickening how our world has become. Till when are we gonna keep silent
Big brother why are you taking his hugs away
Mother can love us all
It not fair
Some of us keep ranting about how cold it is. People be thankful you have something to cover yourself up. Or you know what? There are people out there whom question why are we even a part of this world. No food, clean water, clothes, heater, no medical care, safety, and simply dream of a roof over their heads.
How did we degrade this far?
How come there are people like that?
It’s ******* shameful how we allowed things to become.
We kept quiet for so long voice is simply gone.
We cared about the dime, and lost focus about what makes us feel alive.
We all should be living life in a world filled with love and care
Our earth had enough scars to bare
I am just sick and tired
Bout yea know
Just being a slave to the dime.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
his golden chariot climbs high
pulled by four fiery steeds
his corona ablaze
shining and radiant
bringing light and warmth
to a mundane world
rising in the east
setting in the west
from horizon to horizon
for eternity
his only respite
was resting inside a golden cup
catching the red eye back east
via Oceanus
to start the day again
a solemn, solitary figure
dedicated to daily duty
Zephyr felt pity for him
she whispered a sweet perfume
that struck him like Eros’ arrow
his eyes followed his nose
he spied a maiden so fair
frolicking amidst flora and fauna
a wreath of yarrow crowning her hair
Helios had never taken notice
of mortals before
but found her beguiling
an innocent, unassuming hottie
so unlike the haughty goddesses
he left his chariot
to pursue her visage
the earth plunged into cold darkness
as mighty Atlas moved his shoulders
trying to see what was the matter
the earth quaked
humans shrieked in fear
“The gods have forsaken us!”
Zeus heard the commotion
and looked down from Olympus
he found Helios gazing upon his lady
entranced as if by Sirens’ call
unaware of the darkness
entrenching earth
enraged, Zeus hurled a lightning bolt
temporarily blinding Helios
shaking him from his stupor
Helios blushed with shame
for his dereliction of duty
creating the first red sunset
as he climbed back into his chariot
in a pre-emptive strike
a preventive measure
Zeus erased Helios’ memory
and first froze the girl in a block of ice
but took pity on her
and transformed her into a cloud
to the delight of humans
Helios resumed his duties
oblivious to the eclipse of his memory
but somehow feeling strangely at loss
to this day
every now and then
on the rarest of occasions
he would glimpse a peculiar icy cloud
dancing before him
uncertain as to why he would notice
one cloud from so many
he would just smile brightly
and carry on
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Salty or spicy,
Hottie or cold,
Always new,
Never old.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
Went to the local go-go to see what’s shaking,
Found me a hottie who was really quaking,
Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,
This young beauty was light on her feet,
Back arched, legs high in the air,
As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,
This young thing was really on fire,
So much energy, seemed she’d never tire,
She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,
Watching her was more than I could stand,
I then called over the cocktail waitress,
A hot looking babe in a tight mini-dress,
I said to her, ‘Get the lady a drink.’
Buying some time, I started to think,
This little dancer just looked so fine,
I had to walk over and throw her a line,
I see you’re a girl who likes to climb poles,
Well, I’m a guy who likes to fill holes,
If you’re a girl who likes to dance,
I got a pole hiding in my pants,
She got on my lap with that big behind,
Moving to the beat, she started to grind,
Working her body nice and slow,
The tent in my pants starting to grow,
I reached forward and grabbed her ****
As she reached down and stroked my nut,
As I reached forward and stroked her thigh,
She glanced back and looked me in the eye,
She looked at me and called me ‘Honey.’
Pretty soon I had spent all my money,
I left the bar completely broke,
Had to go home and start to stroke,
But I’ll never forget that hot looking chick,
Who left me broke and stroking my ****
03-27-10.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
Falen Acon:
1.THE NERD...
He liked to read and was a straight A student and was very shy. (1 day relationship)
2. THE HOTTIE...
He was in love with himself and he hogged the mirror. (5 day relationship)
3. THE ****
He was to obsessed with football, basketball, track, and baseball and didn't pay me any attention and was to rough. (5 week relationship)
4. THE SKATER...
He cheated on me pretty much the whole time we went out and he had angry issues. (2 week relationship)
5. THE GAMER...
He played to many video games and was kind of forceful. (1 month relationship)
6.THE SMOKER...
He smoked to much **** and ciggs and i smelt like it and i don't even smoke and he was way to touchy and he fought to much. (1 month relationship)
Alexandria Christine Lund:
Top 5 worst boyfriends/girlfriends:
1. The 2 timer- She whined to much and apparently had a boyfriend, she wanted *** and was totally indecisive. (5 days)
2. The Stoner- He spent his time doing drugs and only wanted *** (3 months)
3. The Wannabe- He always wanted something else because I didn't fit in, he always lied he made up excuses even cheated. (5 months off and on)
4. The Fighter- He kept bragging about the military and wanted to constantly fight. (2 months)
5. The Worst- He treated me like a game, I made sure he never won it. (2 weeks)
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Those stiletto heels click-clack on the floor,
In your appearance, you clearly invest.
That model sized body swanks through the office,
With that push-up showcasing your *******
Your eyes light up as you parade around the office
And the men try not to stare.
You wink and smile as you pass them by,
Catching the light in your hair.
Your goal is to have the attention,
Of everyone, every day.
How will you do this? Simple!
You allow those hips to sway.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
She fell from the skies
Couldn't keep floating on the lies
Pretending to be
What everyone wanted to see
An angel with papier-mâché wings
She was a Lamborghini riddled with dings
But to all she was a hottie
Driving around in a stolen Bugatti
Saying all the right things in your ear
If she couldn't have her way shed a tear
All those around her wanted
To give her all she desired undaunted
None the wiser
The next burst from this geyser
Could obliterate them all
It seemed she would never fall
From the clouds she rode
Even as her halo no longer glowed
Because all were blind
None the secret could find
But all this caught up to her
Only so much could be hidden
Behind the sheer gossamer
Of their eyes a veil eaten away by lichen
Truth be told she was still a breath taker
But the joy ride was over for this faker...
© okpoet
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
I confess I’m addicted to my phone
My observations tell me I’m not alone
For when you venture out it’s plain to see
The majority of us are glued to our screens
Whether on the tube or pushing a pram
We all have devices in our hands
Surfing the net or social networking
Everyone obsessed with being plugged in
It’s getting so bad even in company
We’re not fully there as we view our screens
And now there are warnings from TFL
Not to fall down escalators as a result of this swell
In checking our messages, writing posts
Face to face interaction up in smoke
We’d rather be alone in the cyber world
Than engaging in reality with other boys and girls
It is an epidemic that’s spreading extremely fast
Thus it seems that human contact
could become a thing of the past
No need to leave the house anymore
When everything can be ordered and delivered to your door
A society of zombies isolated could we become
If we don’t down devices and venture out into the scrum
And mingle with other beings physically there
Where we can look them in the eye
and maintain that stare
Connecting on a basic level without the aid of WiFi
And concentrating on each other
instead of being distracted by
Notifications and little beeps
Incoming communication that never sleeps
And keeps you up all night as your brain just can’t switch off
From all the incessant stimuli we’re inundated with
Time to give it a rest, take a break just for a while
Look up from your laptops and perhaps give someone a smile
Watch where you are going, don’t get yourself run over
Be present in the moment and you hopefully won’t fall over
Have a coffee with someone instead of instant messaging
Regard the world around you taking note of everything
Don’t zone out and go into a solitary trance
Assemble your tribe, spin some tunes, have a little dance
Limit your time on the World Wide Web
Grab yourself a hottie and get jiggy with them instead
I’m talking to myself
As well as anyone else
Your family and chums are precious
And deserve nothing less
Than your undivided attention
For one day there’ll come a time
When perhaps they’re no longer around
And you regret being online.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Dancing,
Singing,
Listening,
Enjoying,
An island,
The people,
Brazilian,
Their laughing,
Their making,
Love,
Love,
Love,
Touching,
Kissing,
Feeling,
In the streets,
There's a party,
Full of hottie's,
Everybody,
Speaks Brazilian,
Getting down,
Getting naughty,
This is *** night.
Dancing,
Singing,
Listening,
Enjoying,
An island,
The people,
Brazilian,
Their laughing,
Their making,
Love,
Love,
Love,
Touching,
Kissing,
Feeling,
In the streets,
There's a party,
Full of hottie's,
Everybody,
Speaks Brazilian,
Getting down,
Getting naughty,
Don't tell nobody,
Keep it a secret,
Fulls of smiles,
Taking shots,
Popping,
Ecstasy.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
She was my non sequitur;
Like that hottie
From the south of Ecuador,
So nice yet so ******
But this one was my interrobang
Questionable excitement,
To her laughter my ears lent
Cautious echoes that sang,
Of the skies sunny and blue
Where the beaches were
Anything but mild
And the babes
They were so wild,
Yet the endless raves
Seemed so few.
As she was my turbulence
Distraction under calm seas,
****** cadence
With a purr
Like a swarm of bees,
No other will equate to her,
Why I met her; and never will again
I'll never know for sure, but then
Aren't those the ones we yearn the most for‽
APAD13 012 - © okpoet
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
So you ripped my heart out of my chest
in a public area no ******* less
I'm hurt yeah, but I'm far from dead
so now I'm gonna **** with your head
That friend you have, the blonde with the curvy body
you may not know but I always thought she was a hottie
and before we met she actually told me she felt the same
So I called her up with fantasies untamed.
I took those pictures we took together then burned them on the beach,
I sold all the stuff I had bought you each and every jewellery piece,
And your friend? oh we ****** on your favorite sweater
so now until you wash it her ***** juices and smell will remain on it forever.
All the stuff we wanted to try? I did them all with her.
I tied her up, she did the same to me
and I caressed her every juicy curve.
At the office? oh yeah I ****** her at my desk,
you know the one thing we always wanted to try?
well I ravaged her at my desk, in front of my co-workers shocked and aroused eyes.
So thanks for breaking my heart you pitiful *****
thank you for putting my dignity in a sling.
because I found out Over this week
is that revenge is a funny thing...
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
If Rex Ryan got the nod
and was cast as Cindy’s prince.
The play would run much longer
than it had before or since.
When the royal decree went out
To the maidens of the land
To display their pedicures
Rex would be close at hand.
He would visit every maiden
and some hottie matrons too.
Caressing Paula’s bunions
And sniffing Jennie’s shoe..
And when he got to Cindy’s shack,
He’d take her feet in hand
And ease the pain she suffered
last night dancing with a ham.
“You have such pretty little feet,
I really hope its you.
Alas, I have no way to check,
as I forgot the shoe.”
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
You look at my body
And tell me i'm pretty
I turn away and you say
"Dang what a hottie"
Why is it that every time i hear
a catcall or whistle
instead of feeling good
I turn in anger and I bristle
I wish when you saw my curves
you wouldn't gawk
instead walk over to me
and let's talk
I feel nasty in my own skin
I shrink out of embarrassment
uncomfortable in the only place I've ever been
wishing more than anything that I had no body
I fear that the only reason you like me
is not for my heart
wish that wasn't how it has to be
but that's how it's been from the start
So I will ask now
how
when
who
will love me, for me?
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
Sweet sweet powder
Sweet sweet powder
Cutting keys wit flour
****** man of the hour
It’s the sweet sweet powder
Sweet sweet powder
Lookin down from the tower
Homeboy, I got all the power
It’s the sweet sweet powder
Like I’m raven from the bowery
I be hittin fools wit trash cans
Wake em up in bout an hour
With that sweet sweet powder
Shootin three ***** like crowder
Hollarin hella louder
Like Aretha in the shower
Got that sweet sweet powder
That I’m given to the *******
Never ****** with those snitches
That are wearing goodwill britches
No I roll with the
Sweet sweet powder
Been running through the ditches
Eating salty ham sandwiches
You act like I don’t know riches
I know that
Sweet sweet powder
Be cutting keys wit flour
I’m da man of the hour
Jumpin in the shower
With the sweet sweet powder
On the ivory tower
Pimpin tricks by the hour
Holding all the ****** power
Got that sweet sweet powder
Now wit that sweet sweet powder
I get ******* like a Scotty
****** Baio was hottie
But with that sweet sweet powder
He coulda ****** gotten Molly
Little Ringwald in her prime time
Slap that *** like a hate crime
Sweet sweet powder blowin my mind
I got that sweet sweet powder
Fuckim man of the hour
Rollin with robin trower
Acting like a lil bow-er
With my sweet sweet powder
Turning trick by the hour
Showering with power
Giving ******* flowers
Got that sweet sweet powder
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
that so jersey shore.
when go in club i
know i'am hot,
i'am god gift to women
and all women flock to me
that is so jersey shore of me.
now don't forget!!!
i'am creeping that scene
at that club to night.
now???
i wonder if i'll score
tonight.
gots me a degree from
school of jersey shore
study all those cool
move.
on the tube you see
to be a true player in life.
from school of jersey shore.
i use to be that geek in school
i have true game now.
i have awesome dates
with all them hottie now.
thank's jersey shore dudes
you change this geek
into a player.
you have awesome
school of higher learning,
dudes?????
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
Smoke rolls off your lips
As raindrops drip
Off the roof, above where you sit
Barely missing the lit end
Of your cigarrette
And ill make you a bet
By the end of this night
None of this will mean ****
Youll be to drunk to remember it
Youll run down back alleys
With girls you jusy met from cali
Away from cops tryna tally
You up as an arrest
Rally the rest
Into a **** sesh like youre towlie
Find all your friends have left
Have to hitch-hike back to campus
A drunken high mess
But when the next test comes
Youll drink away your stress
Head to the closest party
Spend all your money on drugs, not rent
But when that doesnt help you vent
Climb into bed with that hottie you just met
Yeah *****
This is college
After this were all set... right?
Or should we think bout whats next? ... G'night
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Sometimes (Often)
People (Men)
On social networking (Dating)
Websites
Genuinely scare me
The thing is, though
--and it's a good thing--
is that when people contact you first
it's a reverse book-by-cover scenario
so my judgment is justified and there's nothing to feel bad about
"i leik to getta no you betta mmmmmmmyeah fkin hottie"
He says, so I go and look at his pictures
Suspicion confirmed
He says on his profile he likes gettin nekkid
Stays up late at night
He says his pad is so cool he parties all the time
Such frightening size
He looks like he could be on the cover of an Aryan prison gang documentary
If this situation were bottom to top and not top to bottom
then I might feel bad but
when you lay your cards
out first and eager
and you scare the **** out of me
I don't feel so bad
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
As I watch closely,
Expertly stalking my prey,
She still amazes me.
Her brilliant blue eyes
Are deep as the ocean floor and
As wide as the starry sky.
Her confident walk ablaze,
So stunning and rare,
Enchant all who gaze.
Her vivacious body,
So curvy and precise,
What a Hottie!
She is simply divine.
If I could have one thing,
I'd wish she were mine!
Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams
Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.
Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do
Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC