"pubes" poems
there's something vulnerable
about your *****
babe - whenever
I watch that pepper bush
I become vulnerable
and all I want to do
is to finger the moist bases;
there's something vulnerable
about your buttocks:
babe - whenever
your warm arse's in my palm
I become vulnerable
and all I want to do
is to dig into the honey vases;
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Naughty nun and your sinful games,
You prey to my weakness with your
Lustful games, you know all sins
Of the flesh, wearing your cloth of
Faith. Knowing I cant keep my hands
Of a woman of the cloth so hot is faith.
You get on your knees, and you pray
Not for the above, but what hangs in
Your face. Jesus she says holy crap,
You want that where it my holy hole,
No way you going back there as she
Holds a cross.
You don't want to pray to the meat,
You just like it in your mouth, I lift
Up your robe to find the smuttiest
Under wear on, as you close my
Mouth and push it to your awaiting
Lips, your ***** shaved in the sign
Of the cross.
I may wear the cloth and believe in
Up above but that doesn't hide what's
Beneath a woman yearning for man
Meat and lust, yes I have tasted a sister
Or two tasted the fruits of there loom.
But nothing compares to the sinful lust
Of having a man inside me fulfilling my
Womanly lust.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Oh cute little thing
I like your contour
you look pretty funny when you're cold
you get these lovely wrinkles
especially in the middle region
nearly dendritic
more like the cracks in the earth
and your satchel breathes on its own
like a brain if it had lungs for itself
but more like an amoebic celestial body squirming around in some primordial goop
I think that's pretty cool
you're a pink and brown mushroom emerging from a forest of black wiry moss
concentrated around you and
all growing in your direction
almost lifting you up and out
and then further away fading
the way the water gets clearer
above a sand bar
and then a great convergence
a crashing of two great waves
against each other
forming a wall of spindly tendrils
before the whirlpool
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Number 7 in the ORLOK series and one of the best
O how I relish the taste of blood
****** out from the devastated jugular
But there is more, much more
When the victim is a nubile ****
From a Transylvanian village
Where ****** morality
Is quite ******* thin on the ground;
And that is how I met my fate.
'Twas on an October eve
When I met plump Esmeralda
And (having fed my fill from her neck
as she slept in her hut
under filthy rags stinking of stale *****
I sank my fangs into her naked belly
Ripping into her bloated guts
With my accustomed gusto;
My tongue slurping its way
Over her twitching ****
And finally I descended joyously
To her odorous spunk-encrusted *****
For the last rites,
Before the final curtain
To her worthless life of peasantry.
But then, as my excitement mounted,
And just as I was on the verge
Of pumping out my vampiric *******
I felt an agonising, mind-blasting pain
As a major stroke swept through me,
Wrecking my synapses big time,
Turning my brain into guacamole.
And now I am a crippled ******
Just a spasticated old vampire
In my second-hand rusting wheelchair,
Courtesy of Romanian Social Services,
Drooling helplessly
Into my swollen pissy crotch,
Waiting for another enema,
My sole remaining pleasure
And a stimulus to my jaded prostate.
But, hurrah! hurrah! new hope arrives:
A miracle occurs as I read of
The new wonder pill from SuperDrug
Available only in private practise
And guaranteed to rejuvenate the jaded
Or your money back, no worries.
Orlok will fly again to pursue
The pleasures of the flesh
And especially the botty-zone.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
when you trim your ***** and your mustache with the same pair of scissors
when you hand over your entire paycheck to the bartender of doom and glee
when you write a bounced check at the grocery store
when you sleep with a girl who isn’t clean
when you’re young, lost, broken and poor
when your childhood runs hard and your luck runs out
when your best friend is dead and your other friend is ******* your girl
when your dog sleeps in the afternoon and dreams of the neighborhood *****
when your nutrients gets replaced with Xanax bars over the one who just left
when your tired eyes meet the brick & mortar of strenuous labor
when the smile is so fake that it appears genuine
when you go all in on someone you weren’t 100% sure of
when you wait on bleeding knees for the unreliable god
when you bet on the boxer that crashed to the canvas
when the interest is high and the banks are closed and the creditors don’t care about grace periods
when you understand very little and you expel a whole lot
when the cord of anxiety strangles your very essence
when you turn out to be just as everyone expected
don’t worry
it’ll all turn around
and find you again
someway
somehow.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
this is a poem about happiness.
this is also a poem about how great life is, see? here's a metaphor
comparing nature to the faultless
form of a pedastalized lover,
here's a description of the
effect of changes in air pressure
and localized temperature
fluctuations
on physical matter in a given area.
here's a bland truism that
anybody can relate to.
here's a couple rhyming stanzas
about the ethereal shifting of
connecting threads which
cause all life to dance upon
the cosmic stage like food poisoned marionettes.
here's an ode to the wrinkles of
my ******** and
the bits of fuzz that occasionally
find their home in my *****
here's a sonette to the drop outs
doing better than me
here's a dirge for the businessman
that hangs himself
and a jubilee for his widow
who earns nothing off his death
because he left his entire estate
to his catamite.
I'm writing a symphony in color,
notes of fermenting wood
dogshit and coffin dust.
the violas swoop and drone
the piccolos trill fast enough
to excise your gastrointestinal system
the barotone sax wheezes
and the timpani drum rumbles
(the flutes sit motionless because
**** flutes)
the pianists fingers are bleeding
hes banging with stumps now
his face contorted in ecstatic glee
as if the face of god has parted
the clouds just to scrape his gums
clean with his dietous ****
and lo faint is the whisper
which climbs and slithers
between the
false,
bash upon life with both hands.
here is life here is death
let me show your life
let me breathe your wretching
like squandered
like roots in the soil,
paint your everlasting cave drawing
in the face of your kitchen
and dance around a fire
let the embers lick your heels
til pagan viciousness overtakes
your quivering form.
gasp it in
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
.*as e ver... i didn't come to these isles to find a Saxon blond... i came here for the "ginger", the autumn beauty weaving in the hair... a shy blonde, a decomposing strawberry, a heap of hay... a fox... who needs a fetish for blonde, when you can be satiated by... red?! the Celtic blonde is known as red: ***** phoenix blonde! all red blood red... all that is: the color and the remaining milk of the skin, and that: chess-board of freckles!*
abookutopia
evil giggle / chuckle,
perhaps both...
what?!
ha ha!
girls reviewing books?
oh, now you have to be ******** me!
what where's what?
what's what?
dream dragon dream...
am i supposed to be the ***
that says something?!
**** i am..
i'm not...
can the girls be anything else
than red hair...
i can't fathom red hair....
but... when she has lost
her virginity...
mm...
what?
who said what?
sometimes?
i become a freak...
*** addict:
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
like eating doughnuts
when it comes to oral ***
and an ***
mumbling juggernaut...
what?!
huh?!
ginger....
hair... ginger hair...
ginger *****
can't help it...
the moon is most bright when it's full...
what?!
red hair...
carrots... seven ways....
what?!
milk skin, freckles,
ginger...
what?!
sun-soaked-orange...
greased-auburn...
carrot-tail...
ginger *****
i'm thinking of the right words...
hegemony of secrets...
ah!
mahogany of the collected
palette of autumn!
kneel...
***** kneel...
what the **** did i just say?
oh right...
George III antics...
as you do,
watery,
with the glass eyes escaping,
or in vain attempt,
ensuring a sanity with
the encouraging madness
of the said, times,
horn bred to find...
the Celtic Blonde
of ruby...
the superior breed of
aesthetic.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
this pit in my stomach
lets me know
that i am freaking
the ****
out.
it feels good.
insanity is running through the roots of my hair
when i remembered today
that you are probably
shaving your *****
in preparation
for Elisabeth
I'm rooting for you, you disgusting weasel.
i hope it's the best **** you will ever give anyone
and i hope it means
nothing to her
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
Soft, natural, symmetrical fine *****
**** body right down to your *****
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC
so the *** debate is raging
like a Californian
wildfire in the forests,
people are "presumed"
missing...
i'm sat watching
back to the future
(beats star wars, every,
single time:
the ****** is more obvious)
and then drinking...
i always wanted to
taste a lobster...
and listening to the best of
billy joel...
scratching my mustache...
BELGIANS IN
THE UK!
then fiddling with my bead...
my beard...
i have a beard?!i
**** i have a beard!
i took, fiddling with my *****
the wrong way...
after all ****** airs
have the same feel
as ***** hair...
a bit like cleavage...
so...
you're donningv
the buttock crack
up-front?!
funny, eh?
making fun of the phallus...
how about feeding
a Donnie Disney with your,
puppies?!
how about that?
***
if women do need
no men...
do what we do...
**** off anal-style...
we do the **** projective...
you cut out utilizing
the ******
look... 'appy bunnies"
if ai am about to turn
into a *****
the female right...
all the rights you require...
sure... have them...
but what sort of right
is it,
when there's no
existentialist argument?
go on... please...
make your dodo
and your
mixed-raced argument...
mono-racial is
the new neanderthal...
call it...
we're not progressive enough...
we're too ********
to mingle ethnicity...
call it!
call me halfway house
between down and
the ******
call it!
call it!
***** better call it!
(through gritting teeth):
call it!
i said... call it!
be your progressive "self"...
call it!
i'm ******** for not mingling
adequately enough with
crafting a trans-ethnicity populace...
neanderthal...
***** call it!
guess what... i love the laced
take on history via the Anglophone
re-reinterpretation
of Darwinism...
i love the neanderthal take on thiongs...
i'm bilingual, schizophrenic,
the sort of mongrel that...
has no place among
the duo-ethnicity... "mongrels"...
lucky you, lucky me...
i'm sorry... the F extends just so far...
two languages, orange man, bad...
but a congregation of
a dual ethnicity, green man, god,
and "the" good...
whatever suits your favor...
i should care,
i won't care,
i don't care,
i will, to never ever give a ****
about caring;
like god "said":
on your own;
i much prefer the freedoms
of the jungle,
than the restrictions of a zoo.
it's billy joel, "by the way"...
life will go on...
obviously a life much ********
than the intelligent people are used
to...
but... if that's what you allow...
then you're deserving it.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
"Fuuuuuck!" groaned the Tortoise.
**** spat the Hare.
"Son of a ***** barked the Fox.
**** on a rooster!" cawed the Crow.
***** of a bison!" growled the Wolf.
***** of a llama!" brayed the ***
**** on a termite!" squealed the Ant.
**** of a cricket!" grated the Grasshopper.
"THE HUMANS KNOW OUR STORIES!!"
cried the animals in unison despair.
"Yeeeees," hoot'd the Owl
with an evil-wicked grin,
"but only the ones with a moral."
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
How I love the smell of your *****
As you straddle my eager open mouth
My tongue licks at your mighty ****
As your canines brush my engorged ****
How I love the taste of your throbbing ****
O the feel of your spotty **** in my hands!
How my tonsils risk a ****** good bruising!
And lo! my ***** get stuck between your teeth!
Then your ***** gushes down my hungry cake-hole
And my salty ***** juices run down your fat chin -
But the best bit so far, is if we skilfully manage
To let fly two foetid mutual simultaneous farts.
But now, folks, we get to the really good bit
The bit which we have both been waiting for:
Out come our joint warm streams of diarrheoa
Drenching our excited faces in noisome filth.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
I’ll only say this once, and once a ******* lone.
There’s a problem to address, and yes, there’s a reason for my tone.
You’ve been prancing around me blissfully, and in a few seconds’ time,
you’ll think of someplace else wishfully. Once I say. Just once.
It’s certainly not fair when I’m the one removing the hair from that hole.
I’m a sick ******* but I have no lust for disgust.
After my mind is perused, I’m angry and confused. The possibility
dawns on me that it could well be your *****
Or the gel ridden, straw-like hair on your head.
That image fills me with a different kind of dread.
With this in mind, I’ll be shuddering with repulsion,
Trapped later in life with memories of physically indulging
my hand your slimy Barnet. Believe me, that’s not normal hair,
so don’t start telling me to calm it.
Or no…perhaps…
It’s sent my mind searing, it’s ever so weird
to, for one moment, consider that you have the ability of growing a beard.
You’re baby-faced, commonplace, and don’t have a thought worth hearing.
You’re still a child, a mental ****** and to top it off, a beard is now appearing.
Well that’s great. Another thing I have to deal with.
Can you not take care of your own affairs?
If I were you I’d encase all the little hairs
in a purse of some kind, so you’ll always pay mind
to the fact that you now look like a man
despite being a **** Miraculous. I must say, I’m a fan.
Well I guess now it doesn’t even matter,
your face is bare and the bath tub is spattered. I’m shattered.
This isn’t how I pictured my early years, wasting furious tears over beards.
If only early on I had been told, that eventually I would end up
staring in outrage daily at your beard in the plughole.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
What can I say I'm cheap,
I couldn't afford a 69 so I went
for the cheaper 59, 10% off.
Ye off the end result.
She was like tongue me deeper,
and she blew me.
Not like a vacuum hose,
more like blowing a birthday
candle out.
I'm moaning, she's coming.
Then a gust of wind in my face.
What can I say, she called me cheap!
And you get what you paid for,
I don't know why but my ***** are singed.....
To realistic for my liking that blow job.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
1) It puts the peanut butter on its *****
2) Finna meat sum *******
3) Classical conditioner
4) Pavlov ain't russian in the bathroom
5) He would never steak his reputation upon his looks
6) He met his husband on meatgrindr
7) His creepy uncle
8) Pavlov rools dogs drool
9) He was tired of being confused with Sylvia Plath
10) He needed all the leverage he could get on Skinner
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
.*well back in my days (2 years ago)... you could groove to Patti Smith sing her rock 'n' roll ****** and listen to American Head Charge cover the same song... you could actually listen to Die Krupps Nazis auf Speed... back in my day - you weren't deemed a 70 year old nostalgia steam-train... while still in your early 30s; good luck finding that Patti Smith track... might as well resort to róże europy: kości czerwone, kośsci czarne (european roses: red bones, black bones)... and to think the *** pistols got away with their shenanigans... 40 years prior; Patti Smith! come on! it's a great tune! or tuning... whichever.*
racial slurs... so the suffix in
schwarze-negger is
a collective private property?!
Dr. Dre can say it,
as urban insult,
and i'm reduced to a colonial
past that isn't even mine?!
can i say the names
of countries like Nigh-ger-ia...
or Nigh-ger?
can it just be an urban
slur these days?
compared to spawn,
yes, black panther *****
***** on a lemon before
******* on ***
what's next:
yo... walking *****
the **** well... if we're
in the interracial Olympics,
i once ****** a bony black
girl with a Kama Sutra slim, tight,
that it wouldn't require a 12"
to penetrate a Ghanian lard
yo-yo...
pulverized
the soft pouch of flesh where my
***** originate from
using her coccyx...
****
even i didn't expect
finding out the riff...
on joan jett & the blackhearts'
song i hate myself for loving
you...
i'm with the Ire on the topic
of racial slurs...
instead of "offense"...
we resort to head-butts...
like the two Posen bucks...
running headlong into
a bare canvas...
comment section?
well... obviously i take off
my Francis Bacon mask.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
one man on the windowsill
imitating monkeys
ooh ooh ah ah
went far with the onomatopoeias
of tarzan able to sift through
onomatopoeia into syllables
into letters... and it took
about the same time it took
the dinosaurs to be extinct....
ooh ooh ah ah... ha ha...
god give this monkey the fur
and that man the nobel prize....
i'm guessing both will claim to be swedish:
ooh ooh pooh ah ah!
english society doesn't like philosophy,
it doesn't like questions, it just like facts;
smell my armpits for a digression,
smell my armpits for a who'd do it, who'd ever don it,
maybe a breezy mullet fringe for the *****
for the whiff-up we call a gel-up;
ooh ooh ah ah lifting of weights to exercise the triceps.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
i meddled in egypt a third time,
and all i said was...
a. you ancestors will say the same thing
i said, but unlike me
your ancestors will say it unto you, directly;
b. never meddle in the affairs of female
genitalia of poetics of the burning bush / *****
c. you were given judaism, christianity,
islam... instead you settled for mongol;
d. begin to believe
that riyadh is further east than expected,
as is the warsaw pact closer to the west
than the right blink of the eye of john paul ii,
FOR, I, WOULD, REMAIN, ENTICED, BY, A,
HOMELAND, I, RATHER,
THAN, TAKE, OFFERS, OF, A, SAXON, TO, EMIGRATE,
I’D, DRENCH, MY, HOMELAND, IN, BLOODED, NILE,
TO, SEE, THE, WAKE, OF, MY, THOUGHT, ELSEWHERE,
OTHER, THAN, THERE... HAR COO! JANISSARY OF VIENNA,
signed the he of whom read the book above all other books,
who wrote against the book poetry,
who wept, who liberated the eye from the mind
and endeared it with a heart,
of the slave kept captive in solemnity
for the once thought of encryption of the eunuchs,
of those who read but dared not speak,
who thus was made the claimant of the title:
the bridge over the waters of Bosporus... that kindled
the turkmen with the ottoman and the mamluk sheiks.
indeed what pretty cauliflower for a daffodil in hymn...
but lessened beauty if one should come untamed and hooded
in footstep of being recognised -
then the merchant’s (muhammad’s) price would be less
than that of an antique dealer.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
jobless, broke, and single
it's raining a shower of
weak but smelly frowns
inside is no less dreary
I step away, to find myself
in dim, arid, lonely space
where am I to go?
who am I to see?
what am I to do?
I light a light, unknowingly, I only found some seconds later
that entertains my eye
He burns slowly and casually
which is why I look, and others don't
my chest hairs rise and softly tickle my neck
my leg hairs flare through my jeans
my ***** uncrust
some subway breeze whispers in my wet ear
for this light wields great, secret power
"it will be our little secret" I tell him
and just as I told the light
He flashed a Beautiful Blue
just for me, just for Us
my feelings changed, but the world didn't
my liver and my thighs spoke to each other, and so did my pelvis
he speaks (the light)! what a surprise!
not words like these written
but melodic moans I heard from my inside
I want to touch you, my light!
I want to give u gifts, just as you have to me
I want your innards to change as well
but how does a human compare to a handsome light?
that at any moment can flash off
it's so easy to fall in love
but who cares, "live for the moment," right?
this ******* moment! ***** my life in the ****
then turns it around to **** slap my life in the face
however, the moment's veiny ******** is merciful
giving me time to catch my breathe as he face ***** me
he holds my head steady, spitting on my nose
my throat is being pounded
i'm gasping for air, the air released from the moans of that moment
he speeds, i grasp his ****
and feel him clench! and clench!
as he erupts down my esophagus
flashes of *** and sweat and tears and twitches
and my little light is gone
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
I have a tiny ****
Like a crooked little finger
Everybody else's ****
Is inevitably bigger
If six inch as an average
Can truly be believed
Someone here in this room
Must be twice the size of me
If you can do your algebra
Already you will know
Four inches is the maximum
My **** will ever go
For the engineers among you
I'll express my ratio
My little one inch wonder
Up to four times it can grow
I'm glad to hear you laugh
It shows you understand
These are such the shortcomings of
A very short **** man
My ***** they can grow longer
Into a comfy little nest
With a little acorn sat
Upon the very crest
Rummage in my fly and
Wish that I were blessed
Searching frantically
I recover just the head
Get a little **** drip
Up on my finger tip
There's absolutely nothing there
For me to get a grip
If I sit to *** I must
Be wary of my jet
The angle of my dangle means
My trousers may get wet
Then dribble on my ball bag
For my **** does not overhang
These are such the shortcomings of
A very short **** man
I **** it with one finger
If you really want to know
And no I can't imagine
The feeling of deep throat
When I look down I can
Still clearly see my toes
But my little ***** hides
Beneath my belly folds
Sometimes it is inverted
Even when it isn't cold
Like a little turtle
Inside of me it goes
Girls they like to tell me
It is a cute surprise
Until I have to tell them I
Left the ****** stuck inside
I'm hung like Micky Mouse
You've just got to understand
These are such the shortcomings of
A very short **** man
Now why would I admit to this?
By now you know it's true
I'm such a little babydick
Exposed in front of you
But the greater pain exists
In propagating myths
According to the internet
Real men have massive *****
So for anyone who feels small
Let me reassure you all
By bringing down the average
With my little four inch *****
So if you're sat with five or six
Feel the relief
And if you really want to,
Then have a laugh at me
You no longer have to hide it
Give a **** or give a ****
You no longer have to let it
Be the measure of the man
And I guess I kinda like it
When I am being teased
These are such the shortcomings of
A short **** man like me
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC