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LS Jun 2014
Her fingers pressing against
My hips
Pushing searching
Sweet taste in my mouth
Tongues playing
A game they know all too well
Shirt shoes jeans all off
Just me and her
Our skin hot and our breath
Ragged
But we drink each other in
And smile at our nakedness
The beauty of it all
Still amazes me
And I am in awe
As my fingertips dance across her
Naked shoulder
And waist
To pull her neck close
For a sensual kiss
DOOSEK Roxx Jul 2012
Horrendously, endlessly, killers of time:
So lucky, ungrateful, almighty with crime.
Orbiting-rocketship-high, Moral gauge reading "E",
Worlds underneath where they can navigate
Thru smoke, mirror, and shadow, the racey thrill attracting me.
The title gives a hint into the back story of this poem. It is a spontaneous poetic regurgitation.
Andrew Tinkham Jun 2015
For the love of God
Make yourself easily
Remember Casey.
Call the kid
Heaven forbid
He should get too racey.
Sorcerers
Saccharin
These are fun to say again.
Pixie Stix
Valvoline
Simplify understanding.
When I'm not washin' my *****, I'm shoveling crap in horse stalls &
setting fire to malls, busting both my jaws, wearin' granny's shawls,
taking flying ***** into walls & missing 50 million cell phone calls
My brother used to party
To party to party
My brother used to party
And I used to join him
You see we danced to the top 50
Back in the 80s
Partying to all the songs
That made the 80s grand
My brother played an Olympic game
Olympic game Olympic game
I used to join him
My brother played a soccer game
Soccer game soccer game
Its name was the boss
I used to join him join him join him
I used to join him the team was really good
My brother made up a name of a sport
A sport a sport and it’s name was handle ball
I like ball games ball games ball games
Like footy and NRL and super 15
My brother used to argue about the umpire The umpire the umpire
I used to hate it hate it hate it
Because the umpire is just doing his job for the sport
My brother goes for Carlton Carlton Carlton
And I love Sydney and Adelaide
I love the raiders the raiders the raiders
Even if they ****
My brother likes the Beatles the Beatles the Beatles
He likes the Beatles
I love racey and beach boys oh yeah
My brother likes coke like coke likes coke
Even if it rots his teeth
I gave it up Judy stick to lemonade dude
You are being very noisy today outside
That is because I am a hooligan, dad
A hoodlum, you really want to be a hoodlum
The word is hooligan you great big ugly snout
You are a coward and you are a fool
You have all these noisy louts over your house
You have no idea of what you are doing
I am a hooligan mate and I want to drink beer
You aren’t a man
No, mate no I am a hooligan, dad
I am going for a walk
I shouldn’t have to cope with this much abuse
I think you are a great big ugly snout for life
Just go to bed with your wife
I feel like drinking so I will have a beer
So I will go up beyond dads liking
And smoke cigarettes whilst playing
A computer game
And dad said you are a hoodlum
Dad. I think the word is hooligan
I will go to pubs like the city club
And I laughed with a kid
And the man said you leave my kid alone
You fool, and I said you should respect me
I have been thinking only fools go to pubs
To drink, cool men like me drink at home
And he said, next time I see you
I will bash you up
And then I was kicked out of the city club
And then I went to the private bin
Where two kids teased me as I was drinking at the window
How are you going ***** they said
And then I went to Pandora’s
To dance with the women
And o called out to dad
See dad, I ain’t too shy to be a man
I am a young man, dad and I party hey
And you are an old fogie dad go away
And now dad, I am dancing with the women
At Pandora’s having fun
You see this is called fun dad
Have you ever heard of fun
It’s what I have when I leave the house
Without you
Then I decided to go to the labor club
In Belconnen and danced to the band there
And I drank 8 beers, thank god
I never got my license hey
And I yelled when I hit my home drunk
Very very drunk
And I said I am a hooligan
Dads an old fogie
I am a hooligan and dads an old fogie
And dad looked down at me
With the look that my brother have me
When he called my brin
Then I put the radio on
With mustang sally and some girls from racey
Which is a band I liked as a kid
I said to dad
You are a great big ugly snout for life
Go to bed with your wife
Then I collapsed on the couch after a good night
Teasing my old man and partying
I am a hooligan, but only to dad
But a family person is what I was being
A real cool family person guys

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