"nsfw" poems
Dude I need to *** so bad. I need to *** soooooooooooooo bad dude. Oh my god I need to *** Then go *** Lol dude I cant go *** Why not Cuz i have to write this What no just go *** No you dont understand if I go *** and come back I wont be able to write it anymore becuase I won’t be needing to *** anymore which is the mindset that this is in Wow now thats what i call a STREAM of consciousness LMAOFA, LOL, WHUWH, HLAOAALFHA,
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
I hate the way you hold cigarettes
and how you never drunk text me
at 3am. I want to be the person you
think of when a sloppy drunkard
is kissing you at a bar. His breath
rank with stale stogies, light beer,
and cheap whiskey. He uses way too
much tongue and swears his ****
won’t fit in a ****** He couldn’t
spell *********** and even if he uses
his fingers, it’s not enough to make you
*** I hate bad lovers and that’s all
I imagine you with. Dudes who say
“wanna play just the tip?” and other
lame *** **** because nobody ever
told them “ladies first” and you have
to stimulate the ****
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
*** *** *** ba-dum da-dum]
The Cuck walked up to the cocktail stand
and he said to the man running the stand...
"HEY!" *** *** *** "Got any *****
The man said "Go away you filthy perv."
"Cocktails is all I've ever served!"
"Why don't you take a hike?"
The Cuck said "Go ***** a ****
The he strutted away! [struttin' struttin']
He gotta get paid! [by the hour]
Gotta go to work! [at Trump Tower]
... 'Til the very next day.
*** *** *** *** *** ba-dum da-dum]
The Cuck walked up to the cocktail stand
and he slapped his **** onto the stand...
"HEY!" *** *** *** "Got any *******
The man balled his fists and said...
"Why don't you go get a pocket toy and ***** that you filthy pervert who can't get laid so he comes and bothers the cocktail man because he has no game!
How about you go to another bar and stop acting LAME!"
The Cuck said "Your sister wasn't lame."
Then he zipped up his pants [waddle waddle]
as he strutted away [got the zipper stuck]
but that's all okay [showing off the package]
Till the very next day.
*** *** *** *** *** ba-dum da-dum]
The Cuck walked up to the cocktail stand
and he said to the man running the stand...
"HEY!" *** *** *** "Got any ******
The man got ****** then he started to smile.
"Come on, fellow! I bet you haven't had ***** in a while."
Then they strutted away [my **** itches]
but that's okay [they don't care they're *******
watch out for snitches [shut yo **** mouth]
'Till they arrived at the trap house
*** *** *** *** *** ba-dum da-dum]
"Here you go sir, she'll make your **** stir
She's even got a sister you can **** next to her!"
The Cuck's mind began to go....
"How about.... no!"
"But I like this place...
It makes my heart race...
and it would bring me joy....
it would make my day...
do you think we could...
do you THINK we could...
double team your wife so you don't have to pay?!"
Then he scrambled away! [zipping up his pants]
The man was angry in a trance! [hope he tied his shoes]
He even left the ***** [why'd you do that]
Instead he ******* the Cat.
*** *** *** *** *** ba-dum da-dum]
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
we're on a break,
meaning we catharsis ****
often in public places,
often with an edge of violence,
much like the session in the
family restroom, here at
Big Daddy's Bar-B-Que (travesty, travesty).
still waiting for Em to to finish "tidying up."
and the brisket is salty.
or it's the leftovers from her forehead.
she should have cut her fingernails.
thinking of a way to hide the blood trails
running wild on the back of my t-shirt.
catharsis, she says. it's healthy, she says.
Elvis croons over the arcane stereo system
and a white-haired woman with gelatinous
arms taps her fingers on the tabletop along
to "Teddy Bear."
the waitress keeps a hawk's eye on my
half-empty/half-full glass of water.
and I'm afraid to take a drink.
here comes Em. she's an athlete. and we're on a break,
meaning we don't see each other's parents.
don't nod and listen.
and don't say things like, "oh yeah, your sister Sarah. how's she?"
hallelujah, hallelujah. Em played point guard in high school.
her last official sporting endeavor. but twenty minutes ago
she told me to look up a complicated position
via iKamastutra on my phone
because she's an athlete, and I'd be "amazed at what
this
machine [her body]
can do."
but I hate when she says **** like that.
catering to an I'm-almost-certain-peg
of my fantasy. harder, harder
and before I finish, she insists on
swallowing
and
it makes me uncomfortable
but
we're on break, and to argue
would be a crucifixion to this "vacation."
I think about Elvis.
and wonder if any
woman is still alive that
swallowed his ***
and when it's down
to just one, does that mean
anything?
"well that was fun," Em says.
her mascara wasted.
the brisket is salty.
I take a generous drink of water.
I hear the sound of breaking glass.
the waitress has busted
a bottle of ketchup in her
rush to refill my 2/3rds empty cup.
"mazel tov," I say.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
I like being in charge sometimes.
*I want to be choked and spanked and tied up and ****** hard.*
I want to wear a ******* in bed.
I want to be used.
I think about spanking you until your *** turns red.
*I want to be slapped and called a ****
But I melt when you call me babygirl.
I swoon because you’re a gentleman.
I smile when you’re cute and girly.
I want to cuddle and watch Disney movies.
I like having hot wax poured on my body.
I like to play with the candles on the table at fancy restaurants.
I like ice too.
I like to watch your pupils dilate when I look at you a certain way.
I like when you look at me in that certain way that makes me lose my breath and giggle.
It calms me down when you call me owlet when I’m stressed.
You give me warm and fuzzies when you call me your best friend.
Maybe I like you.
So maybe this isn’t so complicated.
Maybe it’s really simple.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
My heads pounding
My necks twisted amuck
think I'mma stop giving a ****
Light up a blunt and do what I want -
woah wait -
ain't that the **** that got me
here in the first place?
Worst case I nervously pace
the halls for a day - two or a weekend
Blasting the weeknd
Entire enviroment reeking
shrieking -
Nah -
I'm better than that.
Can't latch onto the past.
That's the trash that got
us there at the start - instead
I prepare it in art
And share from the heart, with you.
And you.
And you and you and you.
Because why not?
It helps forget about that pinebox looming-
Thinking outside the winebox lucid -
I mean Windex, clean em out
And a win decks, stacks paper chips
You can't say this isn't some matrix blips
I am not losing ****
I am manuevering this beautiful thing
up past this ******* Nuva Ring
Cause that's life - you can get beat
or keep it on a leash - jeez
that's sexist. I don't know
where this became an accepted
comparison, its embarrassing
comparing them - to K9's
But we hear it through the grapevine
Turns of phrase we make fine.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Babe, when I plow in and out of you,
palms holding your luxury buttocks
and lips on your bare *****
bodies moist in sweat and anticipation
in this low light, feeling a fleeting pulse
of your flowing hair is ecstasy, is ecstasy.
I'm a kneeling missionary of the gasm,
yes, the big O shooting to heavens.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
When your nothing to nobody
and you just want to be something to somebody
Same intro as before but please bare with me…
You see that moment was enough
If only you knew where my mind was prior to yesterday
It’d surprise you I swear
The demons I've kept in captivity as we laughed and sang
Even I forgot they existed for a moment
Sitting above the clouds
Cruising in my ride
A beautiful girl at my side
Her smile was everything
Her silly *** ad-libin’
But it was natural and simple
It felt so rejuvenating
and of course thoughts ran close to the borders of NSFW
As quick as when I stepped into her home
And had a chance to admire her **** physique
and how good her **** looked
on her slim little frame
Ravishing señorita
She knows I’ve got my eye on her
like something I desire
But time is critical to a matter such as this
A coin flips and like a hit switch
The light fades
Darkness reigns
And she can’t seem to take control of the thoughts that rage
Lately, I’ve known the feeling
I guess this is why I stay late and write rhymes such as this
And I love the influence you bring indeed
But I will always be respectful to what you need.
I just hope that she sees
What I’m saying ain't’t the same
Blunt or not
Today I was satisfied
Knowing I made her smile
and the only thing that would’ve made it better
is if I was singing those words into her ear as we danced
and our bodies intertwined like a moth to the flame
as the music consumed us…
Because there’s nothing like feeling wanted
When you’re told you’re worthless
By the same people you call family
Or when the friends you defend
Have you feeling ashamed
For calling them exactly that
A friend
but lately,
History is all that chains us
But like Ksan say,
It might be time to cut them off
And it hurts more because we’re supposed to be brothers
But that doesn't seem to matter to all of us…
I apologize if that’s none of your concern
I wouldn't want to waste breath on something you fail to care about
Don’t mind tho,
I’m forever the lonely poet
Trying to gather an audience of peers
To hear me speak
because I figure maybe its what they seek
I’m just searching for the ones that these words may reach
as they read this speech
and realize
that in life,
there is always more than meets the eye.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Put it in a box and tell it you’re mine
Chain it up tight and tell it it’s fine
Make it wait. Make it shake.
Make it quiver. Make it quake.
Keep it dark. Full of despair.
Make it gasp for every breath of air.
Tell it don’t you dare —
Move and it might just tear.
Maybe even share
for a faire
to dress it up, dress it down
Make it smile, make it frown
With metal spikes to keep it still
Easy to use, ready to fill.
Into the morning and through the night
It should know better than to put up a fight.
12/28
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 5:06 AM UTC
Bow down.
Look up.
You addict —
consumed by a
human body.
Ideal to you.
Indifferent to me.
So, look at me.
Look at my *******
Swollen.
Sagging conically.
Look, but don’t touch
Then, sharpen each square inch.
Pause at each nip.
Turn me around.
I make it easy to feast on my anatomy.
Shove your white fists
inside these delicate folds of skin.
Then rip me off my pedestal
and onto your lips,
so you drown ******
choked by dust.
Your tongue
carving territory
inside a power-hungry *****
Just another sculptor, shackled to art.
Such cold worship
granite cannot love.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
THIS POEM IS NSFW
read at your own risk
The dream
I had
last
night
Where I walked in
With only lab coat on
And langier
I see you
Where cleaning up
After an autopsy
I went up kissed
You
And pulled
Me closer to you
And take my
Lab coat off
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Folks these days are either evolutionists or creationist while I kick back self-proclaimed suicidal ideationist.
I've got bigger fish to fry than some issue with a racist, if politics were even crazier I'd be a proud pro auto-felatio-ist.
But I don't like politics it tends to get people bitter and my ex-girlfriend ****** glitter.
I'm damaged and you know I'm a god **** sinner. Still sitting at the table screaming where the **** is dinner?
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Babe, there's many kindsa cravings:
the vanilla kind, where young idiots
write about how they miss his
or her touch on their skins.
or the morbid kind, where another
lot lament how they'd rather die
than not see each other.
I'll tell you of this real and adult craving:
babe, I ******* miss my manhood
feeling ron n ***** up your moist hindside.
Babe, its a crack kinda craving,
the sight of which, beneath wet garments
and better yet, when parted
revealin that silly sorry slithery
gateway to the netherheavens,
this is the kinda crack, harder than coke,
that my adult craving craves, this
craving, babe, is for the real.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
oh, baby, tonight,
the wind's a bit bitter on skin
tonight, the itch strikes
oh, baby i'd so love
to plug all nature's loose ends
oh when you
crawl to me like that,
knowing you are all lubed
for me, tonight,
there's a crank that goes wild
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
He called her a **** at dinner
Told she could be thinner
Played the part of being an ***
Voicing opinions deemed crass
A waiter wandered up
Refilling a cup
Gave the girl a wink
But was more of a sporadic blink
Her date stood tall
And turned his fist into a ball
Told the waiter to **** right off
A comment muddled by a cough
Then, in an act of violence
Came a brief respite of silence
The waiter was struck in the jaw
Knocked on the floor captured in awe.
He was then beaten ‘til dead
Over inferences read
The woman screamed
At her date, the blood coated fiend
Police were brought in
The man simply grinned
Cuffs were attached
As the man’s might was matched
A month later
Due to the dead waiter
The man had his day in court
A bailiff acted as his escort
The man was sentenced to 15 years
The woman, in attendance, shed no tears
The man was taken
He appeared visibly shaken
Taken to a cell at Briar Field
A place all go to yield
He was beaten for days on end
By prisoners looking for time to spend
Searching for a sense of hope
Utilized in avoiding a knotted rope
The man found a friend
With a helping hand to lend
Then one day talking wasn’t enough
The man’s friend got rough
After a quick stich
The man was anointed a *****
Sitting for dinner he was called a ****
By his friend, who had become quite blunt
A guard came by and batted and eye
The friend asked if he wanted to die
Said this man was his slave
A poor butt-fucking knave
The guard retreated
Victory conceited
But the friend pressed on
Until the guards life was gone
Then walked back after the stunt
And called the man a fat old ****
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Not arsed about your journey in.
You’re boring. It’s 8:30am
Aassault by tedium
Boring-bastard-story.
Your daughter’s thirteenth-birthday-buffet.
Where’s my ******* pepper spray.
Don't care about your weekend love.
Where's the ******* get out clause
**** off about the pork pies and
Pass me the ******* tranquilse
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Droplets of water falling on our skin
Naked, under the showerhead
My lips are moist from kissing your chin
Not a place left dry, everything’s wet
Passionate kisses
Inside the shower
Two puzzle pieces
Are joined with fierce power
The water is running
A cleansing rain
The screams are coming
Overwhelming brain
Sacred water
Lingers on our lips
Taken as offering from a holy altar
By our passionate post-shower kiss
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
She breathes against my neck. It's a slideshow of sounds growing and falling around me. I don't know where it's coming from. Her skin slides against mine like we are a piece of machinery, working towards the same goal. Keep moving, keep moaning. Her hips bucking and my hand over her mouth to keep anyone from hearing us-- from entering our world. The wind is knocking at the window, trying to throw us off. I grab her chin with my hand as the other grabs at anything it can reach. Her eyes are blurry. They have a hard time focusing on mine. Are you scared, baby? I'll go slower. I torture her. Make sure she's paying full attention. Make sure she's losing her mind. Her body makes waves against mine. We lose ourselves to each other and the wind keeps trying to get inside.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
Flames dancing in the fireplace
Silent crackles that bring you peace
Heat melting the ice from your face
As you wake up cold from a naked sleep
You come closer and hug me tight
I feel your body joining mine
I close my eyes, I don’t need sight
Your existence, intoxicating, as the sweetest wine
I feel your heartbeat
The warmth of your breath on my skin
Our fingers entwined just like our feet
The air is heavy with amorous sin
Morning turned into ecstasy
Without any effort
Now we lie, feeling heavenly
Reading one another like the most precious of letters
Exhausted by love, we fall asleep
Thousands of kisses on both of our cheeks
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
I desired you
Eros had stricken my heart
I was mad with lust for you
Every inch of my being, every part
Some say I became mad
That gods deprived me of sanity
But how can love be so bad
I accept no judgement from humanity
When I first saw you
My womb shivered
My mind raced with ideas
Like a wild ferocious river
I ran to Daedalus, to help me with a contraption
So that I can offer myself to you, shape my desire into action
I have disguised myself as one of your kind
You didn't wait a second
Came from my behind
Ecstasy waiting to happen
You entered me and I was maddened by joy
The device worked, I was happy to be your toy
Never felt such pleasure as when I was filled with your seed
I have craved for more, you swept me of my feet
The child of our love now grows inside
It was destiny
Gods blessed our union
It was meant to be
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
My god doesn’t tear ribs from their nsfw relationship love . She tears the flesh from my bones. She doesn’t do it to create she does it to be selfish and to fatten herself, duplicating in my mind over and over like a tumor until nothing but herself is left. She straddles me with an unnamed sin, sinking her dull teeth in as brown and olive mix. Her voice booms into my ear, begging me to end her in a sorry attempt at being human. Her, my goddess, dressed as a succubus dragging out my sin as she strokes my ego. I turn to a golden
idol but she still shadows me for she is monumentous. We commit sin over and over again, and I... love it.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
(CONTENT WARNING: NSFW)
Tonight he gave me a full body massage.
He massaged my back and my neck, worked his way down to my legs and told me to flip over.
I laid on my back, in just my underwear as he rubbed my legs.
He looked at me, with a sort of hunger in his eyes, and he said,
"You sure you want a full body massage?"
I said yes.
He started to rub me, in my most vulnerable area.
He kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips.
He kissed me from my lips to my chest to my pelvis.
And then he really kissed me.
He flicked his tongue up and down, and drove me insane with pleasure.
Then he started using his fingers.
I was seeing pure, absolute bliss.
Shaking and shuddering happily with every touch, squirming and moaning.
"Mmm, you like that, baby?" he asked.
Then it hit me, like an explosion of light.
The heat of relief and pleasure, complete relaxation and happiness.
Yes, I said. I pleaded that I needed him.
I wanted him so badly.
"I don't think you want me enough," he said, and I groaned, agonized by his tease.
I really ******* do, I said as I grabbed him and pulled him closer.
He took off his shirt and his boxers,
And pushed inside of me.
It was beautiful and hot, and it felt so good.
I was squirming.
I wanted it hard and fast, but he teased me slowly and gently.
He pulled my hair, he kissed me.
"Is this what you want?" He asked as he ****** deeper and harder.
I was mad with a need for him.
I growled, yes, please baby.
He went wild, then.
And when he finished, I saw that same light and felt that same relaxation.
We were a heap of flesh and sweat and wild love.
"I love you," he told me in a gentle tone, and he kissed my lips.
I love you too, I replied happily.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Sometimes, it feels fine.
Sometimes, it feel amazing.
Sometimes, it feels weirdly comforting.
But other times, it makes me feel sad.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC