"sexily" poems
I am so ***** most of the time....
guys cant keep up with me, its my sugar walls they all want to climb!
I want to attack you the moment were all alone...
or sexily ****** you when your on the phone..
I will do a strip tease to get you nice and hot...
then show you my pole skills since ive been practicing a lot.
I want to crawl on the floor up to you....
and work my way up your **** body you know what I LOVE to do...
I hope you will be here soon so you can ease my yearning for some of that hot love that will cure what I need and playing with my wett ***** will do for now but please hurry so we can do the deed!
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
Easily Tux
Laxity Use
Laxity Sue
Taxis Yule
Taxi Yules
Tau Sexily
Axe I *****
Yea Xi ****
Yea Xi Lust
Aye Xi ****
Aye Xi Lust
Ail Yes Tux
Sail Ye Tux
Ails Ye Tux
Italy Ex Us
Laity Ex Us
Taxi Lye Us
La Suety Xi
Talus Ye Xi
Lax Yeti Us
Lax Suety I
Lax Ye Suit
Lay Exit Us
Lay Suet Xi
Lay Tuxes I
Lay Ex Suit
Sat Yule Xi
Taus Lye Xi
Sax Yule Ti
Sax Yule It
Say Lie Tux
Say Lei Tux
Say Lute Xi
Say Exult I
At Yules Xi
At Yule Xis
At Yule Six
Tau Lyes Xi
Tau Lye Xis
Tau Lye Six
Tax Yules I
Tax Yule Is
Ax Lieu Sty
Ax Yules Ti
Ax Yules It
Ax Yule Tis
Ax Yule Its
Ax Yule Sit
Ax Lye Suit
Ya Isle Tux
Ya Lies Tux
Ya Leis Tux
Ya Lutes Xi
Ya Exults I
Ya Lute Xis
Ya Lute Six
Ya Exult Is
Ay Isle Tux
Ay Lies Tux
Ay Leis Tux
Ay Lutes Xi
Ay Exults I
Ay Lute Xis
Ay Lute Six
Ay Exult Is
A Lyes I Tux
A Lye Is Tux
A Ex I *****
A Ye Xi ****
A Ye Xi Lust
La Yes I Tux
La Yet Xi Us
La Ye Is Tux
Las Ye I Tux
Lax Yet I Us
Lax Ye Ti Us
Lax Ye It Us
Lay Ex Ti Us
Lay Ex It Us
As Lye I Tux
Say El I Tux
At Lye Xi Us
Tau Ex I Sly
Tax Lye I Us
Ax Lye Ti Us
Ax Lye It Us
Ax Ye I ****
Ax Ye I Lust
Ax Ye Lit Us
Ya El Is Tux
Ya Let Xi Us
Ya Ex I ****
Ya Ex I Lust
Ya Ex Lit Us
Ay El Is Tux
Ay Let Xi Us
Ay Ex I ****
Ay Ex I Lust
Ay Ex Lit Us
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
i was reborn, like a phoenix
but without all the glory.
i didn't set the hospital on fire; i struggled
to pull myself from the ashes
of a former prodigy,
one entwined with madness
in all the right ways
laced with misery like a noir heroine,
so sexily depressing-
whereas now i am just empty
i did not emerge unscathed, no,
not like the fledgling, i
am covered in scars and faultlines from where
the sorrow tried rip itself
from my sorry body
and the crimson glue holding me together
replenishes itself more diluted each time
before i died
i swung through technicolor
episodes of scarlet, rose,
ecstatic white, and the
sapphire blue to haunt my dreams
waking and at night
but the color leached away,
the antiseptic began to pervade, refilled my veins
and purged me of everything but grey.
before my death,
i reigned over the darkness, banished it
when it did not suit me,
manipulated reason, lived in a waking dreamland,
in complete control of my life-
but now, when i am fragile as eggshell,
it's the only place i can hide,
a haven where i can act like the lack of light
masks an imagined vivacity and not a skeleton in flat black and white,
disguises and emboldens me,
allows me to be whole again,
to forget the borders, my limitations
indiscernable in dusk
i used to cast my own light-
now i am my own shadow
and in the dark i fumble for
what i used to be,
reconnect myself with the world
throw myself from the cliff
and hope to find my wings again
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
Night falls over Soho and, gazing into some cheap tart's eyes
Over a candelit-chequered-food-stained tablecloth,
Beneath my belt an immense ******** lurks leakily,
The seams of my ****** soaked with bursting lust,
My groin twitching in desire for her wanton arse-flesh.
Streetlight shining through threadbare curtains
Glinting sexily over my hairy pounding buttocks;
My screamed roars of pleasure echoing
In the deepest depths of her tenth-rate mind;
Her poor brain collapsing in mighty mid-climax.
Morning reveals a classy scene to chambermaid's gawp:
Spread-legged cold-as-chilled-salami ****
Puny brainbox imploded like mashed bananas
By staggering rivulets of overpowering *******
Like a duck's entrails in an unwashed sink.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Lizbeth stood in front
of the tall mirror
inside her mother's wardrobe
she was wearing
a short black dress
her hair was tied
in a bun at the back
I stood watching her
uncertain why
we were in her parents' bedroom
and why she was *********
her mother’s clothes
hanging on hangers inside
I looked around the room
a big bed made tidily
a chest of drawers
a built in cupboard
a picture on the wall
opposite the bed
of some country scene
and above the bed
a huge crucifix
made from wood
with a plaster Christ
look at this one
Lizbeth said
I looked at her hand
taking out a long red dress
she held it up
then put in front of herself
and turned to face me
what do you think?
it's a bit gaudy
I said
shall I try it on?
no I can see
what it would
look like on you
I said
she sniffed it
she must bathe
in **** scent
Lizbeth said
she did a spin
holding the dress
against her
how do I look in it?
she's taller than you
it'll fit her better
I said
not so sure
Lizbeth said
hold this
I held the dress in my hand
she unzipped her black dress
at the back
and pulled the black dress
over her head
and stood there
in a white bra and *******
give it here
she said
and taking the dress
she put it on
her own black dress
was on the floor
here zip me up
at the back
she said
I zipped her up
at the back
watching the straps
of the white bra disappear
as I zipped her up
she turned on the spot
and looked at herself
in the tall mirror
well? how do I look now?
well at least
it's longer
than your own black dress
I said
it came to her ankles
she looked down at it
yes too ****** long
she said
unzip me Benny
she said
I unzipped her
seeing the strap
of the white bra
come back into view
she pulled the dress
over her head
and put it back
on the hanger
she stood there
in bra and *******
how do I look now?
undressed
I said
do you like me
like this?
I feel kind of
uncomfortable
you standing like that
I said
why do you feel
uncomfortable?
what if your parents
come home now
and see you like this
and me here with you
and you in your underclothes?
she smiled
guess they'll feel
uncomfortable then
she said
I picked up her black dress
best out it on
I said
now?
yes now
my parent's bed is over there
all made up and fresh
and waiting for us
she said sexily
I stood holding
the black dress in my hand
where are your parents?
out some place
when will they be back?
don't know
best get your dress on
and out of their room
I said
what about my room?
the bed's smaller
and unmade
and the room's untidy
but we can still
do it there?
I heard voices from downstairs
is that them back?
I said in a low voice
Lizbeth pulled a face
**** me yes
let's get to my room
and so she put
the red dress back
in the wardrobe
and shut it up
and we rushed across
the landing to her room
and shut the door
behind us
I looked around her room
it was as she said
untidy
the bed unmade
books
LPs
soiled washing
over the floor
and the curtains unopened
that was kind of close
she said
yes
I said
downstairs the voices
were loud
and a row seemed
to be going on
but Lizbeth seemed unconcerned
standing there
in her white *******
and bra
holding the black dress
gazing towards
the unmade bed
but I had other problems
swimming around
inside my teenage head.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
to get back in the water....
Have you noticed how
Freaking WEIRD
the media has become?
I can SMELL THE FISH.
Dah dum. Dah dum...
Dah dum Dah dum Dah dum
Lately I saw the cover of
Bazaar Magazine.
A model in a **** gold lame'
Bathing suit... sexily draped
Inside the maw of Jaws.
What Is the nose of Jaws
Coming vertically out of the
Water reminiscent of?
A PYRAMID perhaps?
The pyramid is a symbol.
Of Freemasons and
THE ILLUMINATI.
I always thought a friend of mine
A bit touched. He told me that
The 1% are all in collusion.
That the Illuminati used SYMBOLS
and scenes on the TV and movies
(Pictures on the wall in the
background, etc) as subliminal
Messages for mind control. And
to indicate subtly what is going on
Behind the scenes. So they can get
Their jollies by "telling us", without
Really doing so, how we are headed
For destruction. And how it will
Take place. So they can
LAUGH AT US!
I don't know. I used to think
The guy a bit eccentric...
NOW I AM NOT SO SURE...
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
It's Sunday....sitting in the chair you had to have.
Staring at my favorite portrait of you on the wall.
Never will it be moved until your request love.
This chair will always be a sweet reminder of you.
Betty Ponder, even your pics leave me breathless...
I loved having you on & in my arms.
Sitting in the same chair where you fell asleep...
me reading my own versions of bedtime stories.
Same chair, me watching through half closed eyes..
you seductively dancing & singing sexily for me.
Feeling a thirst only your presence can quench...
smiling & remembering.
So ****** adorable & completely irresistible...
loved carrying you to bed.
You are sugar, spicy & everything right in life.
You are excitement I never knew I desired.
You brought me happiness beyond expectations.
I love you so much & always will!
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
The chalice golden Am I for a wine ancient
Containing ever the sacred intoxication high
Of life,existence, a procreator genius of genesis.
Wearing bikinis sexily scant,or clad fully,
I am a mother, a sister, a friend and a lover.
An enigma am I,of possession incapable,
By minds, bodies, louts or even men noble,
Being oppressed, I live free in that place divine
Unknown to power, pelf and brains crazed.
I laugh O men and smile sardonic inward
At your strengths so mightily Herculean
Desiring my feet and secrets of the Heart
Beyond you am I,your gazes greedy and
Temporary prowesses all assumed false,
My world a paradox,life a walk that talks,
Of little sensitive things full of wisdom old.
Nobly loving yet abused, worshipped reverent,
Yet beaten, ***** exploited,I shall ever be proud,
Rising as the phoenix, as a mother earth kind,
Toned lithe,creased ancient,ever more powerful.
And flowing like a river I become the ocean.
Hold me still without a desire, unpossessive,
Then my love may touch you ever so briefly.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
A woman called for you today said Max’s wife.
Oh said Max who was she?
She didn’t say Max’s wife replied.
Well dames that don’t leave names
Aren’t worth worrying over Max said
Lighting up a cigarette and sitting
In a chair by the window.
She seemed to know you Max’s wife stated stiffly
Seemed quite put out when I told her I was your wife.
Dames are always put out over something or other
Max said noticing his wife’s beauty spot
And how it moved as she spoke.
She was a brunette.
Ah a brunette huh?
Yes a brunette his wife said.
Well? She said after a minute’s pause.
New York’s full of brunettes.
This one came to the apartment and rang our bell
And stood at the door asking for Max.
There are plenty of men called Max in New York Honey he said
Comparing in his mind his wife and the brunette
He’d met at a bar the other night.
She seemed your type his wife said sulkily
The type that sways her hips and sticks out their ***
Yes I know the type Max said and sighed
They can never leave me alone.
I tell them I am happily married to the best dame in New York
But they seem not to hear Max said
Watching smoke rise upwards.
Best dame in New York huh? His wife said.
Sure you are he said taking in his wife’s plump ***
Hanging over the side of the chair like melted cheese.
She smiled and said must have been a mistake
On her part coming here and asking for Max.
Sure it was Max said dames sometimes make mistakes
They have no sense of direction.
His wife smiled at him sexily hoping.
Max smiled back and hoped for ********
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
We had been
to the Impressionist gallery
in Paris
been to the Tower
seen the views
had coffees
and seen street artists
and Sonya was wanting
to see an American film
at a cinema with sub-titles
I’m not keen
I said
why not?
I can see it
once back in the UK
without having to read script
on the screen
at the same time
watch the action
anyway seeing Clint Eastwood
speaking French
is off putting
she pulled a face
and went sat down
on a seat of some café
and I sat next to her
you always have to spoil things
she said
reading the menu
it's in French
she said
we're in France
so how am I to know
what to order?
point at it
and ask what it is
she looked at me
with her icy-blue eyes
she tossed back hair
from her face
I went with you
to the art gallery
she said
to see all those boring Impressionists
but you can't go with me
to see Clint
a waiter came up to us
and she asked him
if we could
have two coffees with cream
he nodded and smiled at her
and went off
he's ****
I didn't notice
had lovely eyes
dark and deep
he's a waiter and French
I said
I can imagine him
beside me in bed
breathing on me
with his breath
oniony and garlicky
she tapped my hand
jealous is what you are
she said
I don't want him
you do
I said
I didn't say I wanted him
I said I could
imagine him in my bed
she muttered
she looked around her
at the other tables
I looked at her profile
the curve of neck
the run of her jawline
her ear visible
through her blonde hair
momentarily
I felt like a vampire
wanting to sink
my teeth
into the soft flesh
of her neck
and **** her sexily
she looked back at me
you owe me
she said
having to go
to that boring art place
ok
I said
what do you want?
I want to see the film
with Clint Eastwood
ok
I said
thinking of the bed
and her
and do what I could
if she would.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
Sonya in the moments free
of serving the customers
leaning on the serving bench
dark brown eyes
on you
her dark hair
pinned back
said she liked
Mahler’s 4th best
O so exciting
so full of the life
you preferred
the 5th or 2nd
but she said
no no too deep
too long
life is for living
not dozing
to long symphonies
she preferred Kierkegaard
to your Nietzsche
liked his leap of faith
his books on God
and such
you liked her mouth
small
like rose petals
stuck together
her ears visible
and so lickable
(if ever permitted
to do so)
that Nietzsche
she said
went mad
think it
was the pox
stuck his *****
in some whore's hole
she stopped to serve
a customer
all smiles
and politeness
that butter
wouldn't melt
in her mouth
kind of thing
you carried paint
up from the basement
and shelved it
in colour order
thinking of her
laying in some bed
Mahler's 4th
blaring out
she putting chocolates
one by one
into her small mouth
and licking
her fingers
afterwards
so sexily
one leg
slightly lifted
the other flat
and you imagined her
yakking off
about the Kiergegaard guy
her other hand
not stuffing chocolates
in her mouth
resting over
her ***** hairs
you read Dante?
she asked
having served
the customer
with a smile
and politeness
yes the Purgatory
you said
that is where men belong
she said
unless they take
the leap of faith
she leaned
on the serving bench
eyeing you deeply
what you thinking about?
she asked
how well you serve
the customers
you lied
thinking of her lips
pressing against yours
her tongue meeting yours
in her mouth
of her body
her hair
her eyes
that is why
I am here
to serve
she said
but she was serving you
differently
inside
your young man's head.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
self-importance
your self is important
even sometimes imparted.
define me "stealing".
define for me "sharing".
appropriate? highly
inappropriate.
sickly skinning
stimming sexily
what a seasonal miracle
they keep us alive.
the seasons keep me,
keep a sacred worship
of the seasons
as a thread to what is left of sense
they confirm life and
death so generously
the projectile ***********
of
flora, fauna
dew, criminal
so perfect in its sticky
globular ambrosia
for the ages to keep spinning
open to the full spectrum
of life with you.
wreaking pleasure
meandering pain
full circle, yin and yang
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Do you know me?
You see me everyday
Bustling in the street
Answering the phone
Sexily glossing my lips
Do you notice?
I’m trying to catch it
But your approval
It’s so hard to snare
Like a firefly
So I starve myself
In hopes my thighs
May shrink to acceptance
Can you tell?
Fishnets curve to my legs
Maybe business slacks
Or a plaid jumper
My eyes can’t hide it
This longing, deeply cut
Like my shirt’s neck
Do you see me?
Hypocrites
To tell us we are free
To be anything
Liberated, ******
Powerful, worldly
Who are they to say
We are free?
Only so long as we give
Relinquish emotions
Harbor no expectation
In favor of carnality
Unchained, as long as
We seek not to be loved
Will you love me?
Will you try?
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
The dragon asked me brashly
*** are you doing here?"
I threw it the evil eye
and finished up my beer
The goblins in the corner
talking in hushed tones
doing some ***** deal
not using their I-phones
The elven waitress
is giving me the look
I'll talk to her later
another number for my book
The wizards and witches
don't hang around too long
they'd rather be at home
toking, from their bongs
The unicorn is frisky
buying Pegasus some drinks
she smiles and whinny's sexily
giving him a wink
It's just a job I do
a private type of ****
reporting on the play
of some guy's wife, or chick
I'm a fantasy P.I.
the kind you dream about
don't question when or why
**** let me take you out
please? :D
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
She walks delicately,
carefully, easily.
Right on by you.
She talks quietly,
beautifully, gracefully.
Right next to you.
Quickly she locks you in.
She whispers seductively,
huskily, sexily.
Right into your ear.
She says sweet things,
cute things, great things.
Straight to you.
And now she's getting through.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She smiles cutely,
quickly, embarrassed.
Just to get to you.
She blushes deeply,
innocently, easily.
While getting ready for you.
She has got you chained now.
She acts timidly,
shyly, less boldly.
To get closer to you.
She treats you well,
kindly, graciously.
Just to lie to you.
She's got you begging.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She holds your heart frighteningly,
tightly, brightly.
Making her own you.
She looks strong,
powerful, unforgettable.
Showing herself to you.
And now you see through it all.
She steps lightly,
passionately, happily.
Over to you.
She seems cruel,
evil, sinister.
Having played you.
Too bad it's nearly the end.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She holds herself dignifiedly,
highly, gloriously.
As she brings the knife to you.
She cuts deeply,
thrillingly, chillingly.
Straight into you.
If only you had known.
She moves smoothly,
willingly, cutely.
Right on by you.
She is biter,
sinister, crazy.
As she continues.
And it restarts, nothing new.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Brody's mother
was quite the dame
she had this way
of inviting you in
after school
and offering things
to eat and drink
and hey boys
she said
why not try out
the outside pool?
Brody said
OK
and so you followed him
but what do I wear?
you asked
O nothing
he said
no need
it's only us
and well
the neighbours
can't see ****
and so you went
with him to his room
and undressed
and he gave you
a big white towel
and you went
downstairs with him
to the outside pool
his mother was there
and said
how about a drink of pop?
sure
Brody said
and you nodded
holding tight
to the towel
and off she went
in her red
two piece swimsuit
her **** quite neat
in the sack
of the suit
come on in John
Brody said
don't be shy
and so you dropped
the towel
and climbed in
the pool
and the water
was warm
and came up
to your chest
he swam around
but you just stood there
with arms folded
over your chest
after few moments
his mother came out
with a tray of pop drinks
in glasses with straws
gosh John
she said
looking at you
you sure are white
do you hide your body
from the sun?
Brody laughed
guess so
you said
she smiled then put
the tray on a small
white table
by the pool
and climbed in
the pool
her top piece floating
like pink piggies
you looked
then looked away
she talked
of Brody's father
how he liked to
just lounge
on the water
like a lily
Brody guffawed
some lily
he said
his mother smiled
as she looked at you
her eyes blue liquidy
as if they were
of water
she swam towards you
you afraid of the water John?
can't swim
you said
can't you
she said sexily
Brody you never said
John couldn't swim
didn't know
he said
swimming off
to the other end
of the pool
I’ll have to
show you how
she whispered
would you like me
to show you how?
she came nearer
her piggies seemed
pleased to see you
it's all a matter
of confidence
she said
trust in yourself
and the water
you looked at her
liquidy eyes
she put her arms
under the water
and held you
lift your feet
off the bottom
of the pool
she said
you tried but your feet
wouldn't move
here
she said
and she uprooted you
and you fell
into the water
and splashed
and flapped your arms
like a drowning bird
she held you tight
and said
relax your body
in my arms
you stiffened
then slowly relaxed
in her arms
holding you
to her
the piggies brushing
against you
her breath applely
and perfumery
right
she said
slowly flap
your legs
in the water
and move the water
with your hands
and arms
and so you did
slow but with a kind
of nervous pleasure
feeling her there
her hands and arms
holding you
and Brody up
the other end
flat on his back
looking at the sky
like some thin lily
as you lounged
with his mother
and her piggies near
getting to trust
the water
and the new acquired
skill she'd shown
and you wished Brody
was gone
and you had her
to yourself
all alone.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Jewish think machine's haughty
temple celebration; the holiday
a reflection of the world in flames;
In the world of Satan sexily eating
gypsy ***** & pulling plastic
tricks of ****** on the police;
full of fire, she stops the sunshine
of the desert; black dancer dancing.
The little ghost revolution makes
Ladies want Shadows to live real
Rainbow bubbles whole. The best
moon, feel red, autumn's bun,
gunpower hit the seasons [endless
sports finals] northwest morning,
morning demands to ask Ivan
for the air pollution you drink.
The big tree stands firm in the word.
Good to know. Call the green
industry. Lighting's Light protects
a healthy, handsome boy with a kiss.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
*Boasting coffins thick and cushiony as wombs,
Pay last respects; their waxen image so
Still, reprimands against motion – their tombs.
Pirouette darkly against the moon, on we go.*
Penny Leavitt, 2013
She walked and talked the boards – a gravelly
Voice chasing the arts among the vagaries of
Melody and meter and the colors of balloons.
Penelope Marguerite – seven syllables to sway
The boldest of characters in the most honored
Stories to be seen and heard on stage.
The little Shorewood house – known to groups,
Nay herds of neighborhood critters and their
Off-spring – where Penny dwells.
“I hear the pulse of you,” she wrote, “solemn-
Sweet pipes of the ***** – and abruptly shook
Herself up and got on with it.
That unmistakable pony-tail in strands of gray
Marched with precision through grocery aisles –
Cat food in cart and lottery ticket in hand.
In the class notebook, she penned with care
The tales of a teenaged temptress, “sauntering
Sexily, swinging svelte lissome *****
Co-poets often thought her lost – she travelling
Unannounced to Montreal or Chicago – but
She bore the title of grandmother proudly.
Penny gave her heart to whoever needed it –
Not that she lost it – as snippets of amazement
And humility took their places elsewhere.
“This is what grandmas hope for," she wished
For the face of nature to reveal its magical
qualities to her grandson.
Age and its surprises were not immune to
Penny’s pen; she was an uncanny student of
The human story.
“We pass those who have gone before us;”
She wrote. “We become the lassoed souls
Of a younger, more agile dream.”
Pope said to act well our parts; there all the
Honour lies – Penny did so, and then some –
“We hold our faltering shadows high.”
There once was a poet named Benny,
Who could write a limerick like any.
It might have a word,
Unique or absurd,
But could not match those of our Penny!
© Lewis Bosworth, April 2017
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
I love Mr Toby,
Miss Tibby says,
lying on her bed,
with her red and white
flowered two-piece
bed suit on,
with legs raised,
lifting him skywards
in her hands,
(she fresh showered).
Mr Tibby,
she calls,
kissing his paws,
a bluey-white,
where will you,
my darling,
sleep tonight?
He wags his tail,
either from fright
or trying his charms,
dangling from
her hands and arms,
and sexily meows
oft repeatedly.
She shakes her head,
pushing her black
haired head, into
the marshmallowy
pink pillow.
Where are you going
to lay your head, My Toby?
She says, sensing
his tail wag
between her thighs,
( a bit like Henry did,
but he told lies),
you can't sleep with me,
you naughty ****
can't nest your
furry head beside
my head,
in my soft
and snugly bed,
can't sleep here.
He purrs loudly;
she can sense the slight
vibrations along her arms.
Bad boy,
trying your charms,
she says, (just like Henry
did purring between
my thighs with those
drinkable eyes).
Mr Toby begins to wiggle,
either to be put
down and to lie,
or run away and play.
She smiles,
and kisses his nose,
and puts him on the bed
beside her head,
and he snuggles down
against her *******
purring mildly,
(just as Henry did,
but he more wildly).
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Atara loved the sun
and laying on the beach
in a deckchair
in her bikini
and sunglasses
I preferred the shade
a cool beer
and reading a book
she came in
the hotel room
tanned and cooked
I sat on the chair
by the open window
white and cool
you're like a snow man
she said
sitting all white
open necked shirt
white trousers
why don't you come out
to the beach
and get some sun
get those arms
and features brown?
prefer my whiteness
and being cool
and a good cold beer
I said
she stood by the shower door
and pouted her lip
why come
all the way out here
to sit in the shade
and read a **** book?
I like sight seeing
not sun worshipping
I like museums
and art galleries
not seeing other people’s
sweating bodies
you are such a bore
she said
you didn't say that night
she looked at me
wrinkled up her nose
that was different
she said
you didn't mind
my white body then
I said
I couldn't see it
in the dark
and I couldn't see
your tan either
what's wrong
with the beach though?
she said
too hot and smells
of sun oil and stinking flesh
I said
they have men on the beach
with big brown bodies
and muscles
she said
they also have dames
who look over cooked
and big busted
I said
I’m going for a shower
she said
don't wash off the tan
I said
why don't you
shower with me?
she said
I prefer to shower alone
don't you want
my body any more?
she said sexily
not in the shower
you are so square
she said
walking off
for a shower
so fecking SQUARE
she yelled
and slammed the door
a cool breeze
came through the window
I sipped my beer
and turned another page
of the book
I could hear
the shower going
but didn't go and look.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
***** mixed
with a full moon twist
dry and on the rocks
keeps my tongue tide
and close to your ear
while you sexily sip Ciroc
we talk about this and that
and all the slick ****
that comes before ***
and God
that dress
the cause of my distress
killing me ******* softly
Abetted by light friendly caress
bordering the edges of
polite chatter
that sparkle in your eye
highlights a devilish glint
you lean closer
and whisper in my ear
I'm not ******* you tonight
smoke signals I've mastered
so between the lines I see
*****
*****
*****
bartender
another drink
please!
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
It was a room
at the top of the building
music being played
from some hifi system
and Judy said
you dance quite well
thanks
you said
haven’t seen you
here before
she looked at you
with her dark eyes
I come for the drug aid
they help me here
to get of the junk
oh right
you replied
looking for signs
of needle marks
or signs in the eyes
you take junk?
No I’m a ***** clown
you said
she nodded
and danced to the music
for a moment or so
my parents are doctors
in the City and have put me
in the hospital but I get out
for a few hours
and they let me
come here for the help
you looked at her dressed
in her tight slacks
and over long jumper
her ******* small
compact
untouchable
her hips swaying
to the music’s beat
the way she moved
drawing you in
smelling her scent
her words lost
in a singer’s voice
a guitar whining
in and out
maybe I can come see you
you have to shout
over the music’s rising sound
sure
she said
moving her neat ***
as she moved around
and she whispered
the address and where
the hospital was
and how to get there
then she was whisked away
by some guy
with a drugged out
look in his eye
and you watched her sway
moving off
going slowly
but sexily away.
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
I see you
Lizbeth
in the corridor
at school
on my way
to woodwork
With Mr Gee
I’m with Jupp
and you're
standing there
with some other girl
she thin
black haired
wearing glasses
you see me
and smile
your eyes bright
focusing on me
as I pass
your red hair
tied tight
in a bun
see you later?
you say
as I walk
on my way
out of school?
you ask
if I can
I say
and walk on
who's she?
Jupp says
the red haired bit
heard she's
up for it
he adds
smiling a broad grin
up for what?
I say
looking away
noticing you
walking
the other way
your body
moving sexily
with the your hips
slow sway.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
I was in the laundry room
sorting through
some old guy's washing
when Chana came in
and closed the door
behind her
with her plump ****
fancy seeing you in here
she said
she had her hair
in a kind of Beehive style
her big blue eyes
were ********** me
got to get this washing on
Sidney gets through
so much in a day
I said
she walked around me
and went to the window
and stared out
at the kitchens
over the way
then turned
and faced me
you look
good enough to eat
she said
especially
your lovely thighs
yes well
I am rather tied up
at the moment Chana
but maybe
another time
the washing machine
came to the end
of its cycle
and I took out
the wet washing
and dropped it
in a large white basket
then put in
Sidney's soiled clothes
and put in the soap powder
and closed the door
and pressed the button
can't spare me
a little time?
she said
she was behind me now
and as I turned
she pressed herself
against me
her full bust
was pressed
against my chest
I’ve things to do
I said
she put her hands
around my waist
and hugged me close
I know you have
she said sexily
her breath
eased out
her words
and they floated
on the air
look Chana
I need
to get down to business
George is waiting
for his bathe
and I need
to run the bath for him
I said
you need
to get down to business
with me
she said
she placed her hands
around my thighs
she kissed me
on the lips
my pecker moved
my eyes closed
I opened them
when her hands
touched my ****
not now Chana
go look after
one of the old dames
I’m sure one of them
needs to bathe
O forget them
this is now
they're yesterday
no they need you
I can wait
I said
she released me
disappointedly
and stood gazing
at me
don't forget
to come around tonight
she said
and bring
a bottle of *****
sure
I said
going out the door
I’ve nothing else
to do or lose.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC