"orgasmic" poems
Technology, Technology
It runs our lives
From the alarm to the evening TV
Just count your sheep
in the hopes of a six hour sleep
Dragging, pushing, poking and grinding
All for what? A day where we swing away?
Reminise and rewind our lives gone astray
All our friends are easily connected
So why do we feel so alone
Looking for love on a computer screen
We’re all ******* with the naturalist gene
Nature’s monitored via tv screens
With copious numbers of LCD’s, CD’s, Mp3’s to sail the seas
Heaven forbid the ******** sneeze
That’s technology you can’t see.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
I just wanna make you wet
Rub my **** on your **** till that ***** fire is lit
Feel my breath on your skin as we begin
I am sin I will win
Passion spills from within
Let me fill
I am real my hard **** will thrill
Undo your seal with my drill..inhibitions I ****
Let us fuck..It is what we were created to do
Me and you..feel my ***** when I'm inside of you
Kiss your lips
Lick your neck
**** positioned and set
Slide deep inside wetness my guide
As we pound..love the sound..grunting while I wiggle it around
Find your spot..make it hot...squirming from my ****
Let it go from your soul..lose total control
Feel you gush..As I crush your ******** rush
I am lust you can trust..till I turn to dust
Created to fuck..to **** you I must....
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
*I Fell In Love With You
I fell in love with you
slowly,
syllable by syllable,
word by word,
poem by poem
imagining the moon’s
dancing affair with stars,
twinkle by twinkle.
And then
all at once
like the explosion
of a super nova
affecting distant galaxies
and down to my very soul.
~~~
I fell in love with you gently,
the way a dew drop
glistens in the morning sun,
the way a flower often opens
to a moonlit song.
~~~
But like all love worth holding,
it turns to fire-
raging,
uncontrolled,
wild and consuming;
you have become the flames
dancing across my skin,
smoldering brightly
within my heart
turning me into the sweet smell of ash.
~~~
I fell in love with you
slowly
then quickly,
the way a meteor flashes
as it skims across the night sky
or hearts melt
within an ******** sigh.
I fell in love with you.
Sorry.
Aztec Warrior 12.4.15*
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
I speak in praise of the ******** yes,
and as a male, I decline to be clandestine about this.
The reason I so admire the ******** is that it's the female's key
to being multiply ******** and frankly, I'm in awe of this.
You see, the male ***** can't compare
because, of course, it has a dual purpose.
It wasn't put there just for bliss,
which is the only purpose of the ********
Males must just resign
themselves to their dangling ganglia, the ****
which is so easy to malign compared to the delicate paradigm
of the **** and its remarkable economy of design.
Now I realize that females may be suspicious
of my focus on their ********
but actually, I think it’s ingenious.
My own discovery of this was serendipitous and propitious.
You see? Really, I’m envious of the ********
because it's indefatigable and delectable,
(I think she likes a little nibble),
and anyway, there’s not much point in trying to distinguish
between *********** and the ********
So there's my poem to the little ****
with admiration and respect.
I speak in praise of the ********
Truly. A gift for all of us.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
perhaps a subject already well covered. but I consult no one else,
who can expertly summon the artificial artifacts, no better yet,
art~iN~facts of prior expert~tease, and speak only and wholly
for myself, blatant, and openly undisguised
it is the spilling, the upward sensory explosive detonating,
in a pressured chest, the eagerness
to race, to complete,
find the next line, to define, to refine to get the balance tween
elegance and simplicity, to have the ******** sensory totality
of completely having spun off a piece of me and let it free float as a balloon, that may fly to China or get stuck on a telephone pole
just beyond my front door
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^ I write this midst the composition of another poem, wherein
unusually I feel the need to pause, collect my thoughts which are bombarding my atoms internal, causing a new fissionable element,
distinct and unique, my poem…next…
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
I wanna love you unique
Vibrate your insides when I speak
Open up..Go deep
Together discover our peak
Lost..No I've been found
Tie you up eat you bound
Groans of pleasure love the sound
Tongue tracing all around
Flurry of kisses feel my lips
Up your thigh between your hips
Go ahead give me tips
Instruct me as I do my dips
Deep inside we can feel
Euphoric as our bodies reel
Swallow me like a pill
Eat you like my favorite meal
Writhing from playful munch
Arching backs in a hunch
Round for round feel my punch
Have you ******* in a bunch
Welcome to ******** State
Now it's time to penetrate
Slamming on your pearly gate
Spring a leak start to shake
Hold on tight feel my muscle
Toss you wild as we tussle
As your feathers start to ruffle
We connect complete the puzzle
Adult mindset can't be weak
Words not needed when bodies speak
Forever finding what you seek
Euphoric pleasure one so unique..
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
my darkest poems
bloodletting streams
are a kind of ******
fetishy cognitive inventory
malformed denizens
of the subconscious
a well of torments
soup of Salmonella
the souls gut
its cauldron
yet not with out lurid enticements
and voluptuous supplicants
gorgeous
like an eight legged woman
with beautiful feet
drooling **** lips
drunk on sacrificial rituals
of blood black tongued kisses
and hideous contorted pleasures
********
once
exquisite archetypes
gods and goddesses
are now
putrefied
cellar dwellers
moaning in nature bed crypts
of rock, stone
and engraved sigils
because honest pure desires
became fragmentary
and are now gimping amputees
by legions of primal disappointment
while faces blare in the world
like super bright L.E.D.s
shinning paths to others
our deep self
remains patinaed in tears
a black box pox with a lock
the skeleton key lost
in arcane seas
out of utter disgust
for those dark crawlers
that live within us
revealing them selves
as anxieties, depressions
suicides
and myriad quiet despairs
we appear undaunted
to others
and they to us
humanity
muffled ticks
and splintered sticks
my poems let my demons out
yoo who its me
my name is spray snake z
with my hooks and cries
and dark blood skies
in the misty night
i dragged out their earthen coffins
legends of the despicable
resurrected them
fed and loved those darklings
had every conceivable union with them
their healing, my own
ive sexualized them
and found love
albeit twisted
to be adored
in a hidden embrace
i bestow upon you a poetic fantasy
while obsession takes hold
bind it not
nor let it bind you*
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
I hope my good old ******* holds out
60 years it's been mostly OK
Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation
survived the altiplano hospital--
a little blood, no polyps, occasionally
a small hemorrhoid
active, eager, receptive to phallus
coke bottle, candle, carrot
banana & fingers -
Now AIDS makes it shy, but still
eager to serve -
out with the dumps, in with the condom'd
******** friend -
still rubbery muscular,
unashamed wide open for joy
But another 20 years who knows,
old folks got troubles everywhere -
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints--
Hope the old hole stays young
till death, relax
March 15, 1986, 1:00 PM
8.1k
I bring my guns
Still a MAN of peace
My love evolves..I become a ****** beast
Yes I feast..insert my piece
Pop it in the West
Have you ******* in the East
*** Bandit*..Alien from a ***** planet
My Rocket plug your socket inside I land it
Scorpio..Smoke you sexually till I'm ******
Slave to my sting you are about to get owned
Hey how ya doing may be wondering who I am
Just a poet who can flow it lay you down then slam
My tongue leave you sprung
Pound you like a drum
Glad you came.. Cause you are about to ***
Hum Hum yum yum I'm all about fun
Play all day still I'm not done
This poetry beast will have his feast
Lay you on table penetrate your crease
******** energy of the Tantric kind
Simultaneous explosion *** of the mind
There will be no stop for I cannot cease
Another chapter unfolds for this M.A.N of peace
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, I have lost my sense of smell.
Her scent will no longer tease my nose toward her,
I will never smell perfume, sweat, or ***
flowering aromatic recall - the strongest recall of memory is lost.
Soon, like puddles in the hot sun, she will begin to dissipate.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, I have forgotten how to see.
The sweet beautiful curves in her face,
her smile, her brilliant body, her great bright eyes,
if only I had made the time to memorize it.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, my tongue has gone dumb.
Chocolates and ash, all tastes the same.
I no longer want to eat,
it all tastes of grey.
Never again will taste her lips or her tears.
I will never say, I love you again.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, my ears can no longer find sound.
I will never be comforted by her sweet calls or pet names.
Music will no longer touch my heart.
No one will ever yell at me or sing to me.
I will never hear, "I love you" again.
Today is the saddest day of my life.
Sad because, today, I have lost my ability to feel.
I will never be hugged close and snuggled.
She will never kiss me under mistletoe or on new years, or ever at all.
I will never make love again, feel her silky skin against mine, or an ******** release.
Fire cannot warm my soul anymore.
And nothing will cool the burning in my head.
I am blind, deaf, and dumb. I hear nothing. I feel nothing. I am numb.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I would miss the intensity
Of your sweet, sweet honeycomb heart
The endearing amber in your beard
And the strong hands I didn't fear
The way your soft eyes become so light
In the morning bright
Your warm skin against mine,
Holding me so tight
Your husky laugh
At my joking attempts
The tiny touch of my hip,
The ******** stroking of my hair
Gripping my *******
Thrusting hard, endless pleasure
I could sit in your sensual silence forever
Happiness knows no bounds
Inside your concrete floors and brick walls
Your open windows,
My open chest
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
What is inside?
Something I do not know
Building in my veins
Will it help me grow?
I come across a wall
And moving to the side
I see another obstacle
That I can’t reveal or hide
I turn to my left,
Then right and around
I see my mirrored self
She doesn’t make a sound
Too long she’s been standing
Waiting to take control
And find that ***** girl
That some ******* stole
She is fierce and fantastic
Wanting to explore
Taking any sensation
To become a slutty *****
That ******* didn’t ****** you
I heard myself say
You’re a **** hungry woman
But are you ready to play?
I thought I was prepared
For ******* and the feast
Though I’m scared to show the world
The carefully hidden beast
Pressured stirring mounts
Like an ******** ***** fever
It is time for slutabration
And unhinge to receive her
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
Tell me your secrets
Let me be your desire
Melt into each other
Burn in passions fire
Tantric touching
Position bodies hunching
Tongue my guide
Feel me inside
Smooth as I slide
Face a roller coaster ride
Treasures need a map to find
Inside you buried is mine
*** can be a naughty thing
If body is all you choose to bring
Tease me tell me I can't touch
Fuels me..till our bodies crush
Crumbles my heart of stone
Exposed I am a M.A.N of bone
Incomplete pieces gone
Inside you I was all along
******** energy flowing strong
Stroke you short.....feel me long
Built up to a mighty swing
Infinite love is what I bring
Every ****** a new height
Scorpio sting feel my bite
Wrap around hold on tight
Focused energy hitting it right
Frictions heat all is felt
Becoming one as we melt...
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
An infatuation with the imagination
It's an ******** high.
It is my gate to freedom.
It is my vision without sight.
There are no pearly gates,
but it's the closest I can get to paradise.
I'm trapped in the hellish delusions of my mind,
but if my write is wrong
I wouldn't dare be right.
Infatuation with the imagination
This is were things get wild
let us not be confined
No, never a caged mind
This *** is too good
Like no other
Truly one of a kind
I can caress the sun
And make love to the stars
No thought is ever too far
No high that is higher
Trapped in a paradise of pure desire
My mind
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Kisses up and down your body
Lay cuddle start to feel naughty
Game of footsie under sheets
Probing strobing generating heat
Take my finger direct me to the good
Sun rising like my morning wood
Juices flow feel the wet
Anticipate pounding you're about to get
In your thighs staring deep in eyes
Inhibitions fly
Everything we try
Comfort there is no fear
Nibble whisper in your ear
Lap explosion need no muzzle
Sip it slow then take a big guzzle
Pulsating pleasure fills your body
Consistent pace no longer spotty
Caressing scars with healing bars
Pen will stroke till seeing stars
Let us strum like a song that's sung
Twisted like our tangled tongues
We are honey bees
Smoking trees
Tantric trigger squeezed..
Buck my shot
Push to last drop
Contorting from ******** shock
Rub G spot get three wishes
Only need one its your Morning Kisses..
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Feeling your body is just not enough
I need to feel your soul as well as your touch
Kissing your neck I feel your body tremble
Feasting on flesh our bodies become nimble
Exploring lust soaring I wanna know every inch
Taste your juices body writhing while your ******* I pinch
Pleasure I want to measure with my love stick
As it disappears into your mouth so hard and thick
Motion like the ocean chaotic and wild
I'm a farmer you are a field now let me plow
Into your lust bring an ******** rush
No limit to pleasure as our bodies crush
Rhythmically doing our own ****** dance
As we discover new ways to make our love advance
****** fun becomes one as I fill up your thighs
Juices run feel me *** as I look into your eyes...
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Dawn gently kissed the nape of dusk
Whilst patient time awaited peaking
Majestic streams of solar lust
Born via pre-orgasmic streaking
Saturn's rings exclusive ******
Equipped for sensual fancy
Mesmerized by daring billows
Elevated by buoyancy
Excitement steadily evolving
Cosmic spheres swiftly building
****** timelessly revolving
Licentious shock she is wielding
Dawn coloured blackened skies
Pleasure falling with each tear
****** baring lovely sighs
Passion with a wince of fear
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
&& in that moment everything turned white.
As if life were as clear as snow.
The tidal waves of insecurity, sadness and denial suddenly calmed down.
The misty haze of infidelity, betrayal and ignorance were lifted from my eyes && a new world appeared.
Moment of extreme clarity where mind meets nirvana.
I looked in the eye of God and turned my back on him, blew a kiss at the devil && walked away.
I was handed the key of absolute knowledge && was freed from the shackles of my oppressors.
That brief blizzard of purity.
My beautiful reality.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
Your brown eyes have such depth.
I wonder if I dove into them
how far I'd have to swim
before I didn't know
which way was up.
The abyss of your curls
surround me
pulling me under,
and I hardly struggle;
Just a few ripples,
and nothing like that lady in Jaws
with her ******** screams.
I'll take the proffered tentacle
- allowing you to lead me away
from this place.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Sweet, smooth, bright-green beauty,
Chunks of chocolate perfection
Generously swept through the soft swirls.
An ******** minty dessert.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
In your absence...
My thoughts
Your nakedness besets
My fantasies
Your lechery buffets...
This' reality...
Enrapture me with your presence.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
The world was stunned as the a Dark One fell,
His legacy blooming like a black-petaled rose.
The thorns pierced through the eyes of man,
And the Devil cried with me.
He showed the frozen skin of morals--
With gaping pride and ******* strength--
Adorned and caressed by machinery.
And the Devil cried with me.
There was babies in the barrel,
And an alter upon the horns.
******** cries far-and-wide.
And the Devil cried with me.
Harmonics perching on twisted limbs,
And darkness bursting from our chests,
Our greatest nightmares echo His sinister sight...
And the Devil cries with us.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
I wish I could have stayed in bed all day today,
Writing poems about entertwining fingers and tangled legs;
About lips that never moisten themselves; About tickles that, abruptly, turn into
caresses and lingering touches.
I would have written about cuddles and tight ******** embraces that didnt require that "thing" they like to do most;
About kisses that make you yearn for nothing less than a lifetime supply of Them.
I, simply, wish I'd have just stayed in my room
In my bed and
Penned all morning about the complex simplicities of coexisting with Desire.
I'd have written about how Competition was welcomed with unfurled arms, kissed and un-coated at the door.
I'd have written about how it was welcomed as a third party to the bed;
how we would vye for its approval and battle for 1st place as Best Giver of Love.
..But, instead, I'll just write a poem about the poem id have written had I just stayed in bed today.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
On the black canvas
Carve the thunders
Streaks of neon glow,
The drums the heaven beats
On their way to the earth
Rend the air apart,
The ground in ******** anticipation
Vibrates in a rediscovered titillation,
The soil waits holding its breath
In the last climactic lull
Before it’s released from the pain,
Unmindful, I open my umbrella
In the season’s first rain!
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
*of flavor
in an A-ha moment..
at these differences
we smile.. :)
fractals are about
similarity and difference..
connectedness rules..
Let us inquire
of the similarity
in the bursts above..
all similarities
find Torus shape..
Torus is formula
iterating creating all
differences we find..
On a vertical column
curved surface surrounds
a hidden black hole..
at a Point
black hole turns white..
now our bursts
all are as One..
The Torus needs
motivation to move
arousal and stimulation
below and above..
all this Similarity
iterates the differences
so striking we see..
More differences now:
succulent juices
pulses and flow
DMT liquid light..
all these differences..
really..?
we smile again.. :)*
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC