"lubes" poems
You choose to ask me about me, you choose to want to know me. You speak words out my vocabulary! You speak of your world so fine. You lure me into your mind. You try speak the truth while talking lies. You tell me about beauty and brains combined. You tell me I look fine and my poetry is in line. You tell me you'd want to know if I'm woman enough. If I can really play tough with whips and cuffs! I ask you how? Cause this is my body? What more can a woman define being a woman? I then realise the misconception. Try give you direction, but your minds path is too narrow, filled with ***** ***** and lubes! Reluctant to teach a head with no backbone, I smile:) you then begin again. You tell me that that smile you have, is worth a million rands, you tell me my curves don't lie, that could handle me right? you tell me about the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter, you define me by how many rounds I can encounter! This is my body..how dare you try you undress me? How dare you define my womanhood out of desperate needs?
You terminate my soul and don't bother to ask more. You say thanx like I did a good job. For watering your ego and moaning your insecurities away. Respect my body sir. Then ill Salute you.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
*****
with butts.
***** between thighs,
dark circles under eyes.
Fat ***** in their mouths,
****** and lubes in their house.
Under beds and in plastic sealed bags.
Don't do drugs and become crusty old hags.
I love ***** They are underrated. Never say no.
They live for *** they live for **** to blow.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
have you met my friend gadget
she really is a pill
when it comes ****
she gives a hella thrill
loves it hard in the mouth
gets it from demon boy
he loves it when she ***** and licks
she is his toy and joy
she has her own electric chair
loves a glass of wine
turns it on and fries her self
does it all the time
shuck me like an oyster daddy
she would beg and plead
i really need it now
please make me cry and bleed
she collects multi colored vibrators
and keeps them under glass
she saves the biggest one
for her little ***
has tubes and lubes
and a gothic torture chamber
cuffs,muffs and toxic drinks
but nothing seems to faze her
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Deep-fried success!
Dinky potatoes
and little Schwarzenegger
on a hornswoggled bun,
oh yes--
How they soothe my lubes,
breathe my bubbles,
and skip *** straight to breakfast.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Past Prejudices arise Again,
Feed a Feast of Fear to them
Prey upon their Greatest fears
And Raise a Fascist tide
Let Loose the Tide of Lies
Greased by Economic ties
Lubes the Rails of Ruin, And
Veils the Dawning of the Truth
Brave they Are, who have
Never seen the Rise of Battle
Willing to sacrifice, those who are...
as if to War, the Chaf and Chattel
The Leaders Lead us into Pens
To leash us to Ideologies in Need
To Insure the remaining 1 percent
That they can fulfill their greed
Glutting on the Middle class, and
Feast upon the Poor, to upraise
The Pile of Bones Before, Each
Fat and Wanton Priviledged Bore
For us a need, is all that we Possess
Feeling Lost, all in Due Process
Yet Voices can be Heard and Votes
It seems only to be logical.....
WE CAN SLAY...the Necrological
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC