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JJ Hutton Aug 2010
Density
I am a miserable ****.

Traffic jam thoughts.
Aimless speech.
Fever dreams,
coffee with no cream,
love with no pulse,
alone at restaurants,
            at grocery stores,
            at parties.

I have no identity.

Shifting shape, black to blue,
trading girls, red hair for Persian skin,
parents and gods,
politicians and lost purpose mobs,
all asking me to be sacred,
                            to be loving,
                            to be trusting,
                            to be active,
                            to have no spine.

All I want is a bit of my own time.

A grenade of change,
to end the coagulation of my brain,
to leave me hungry for anything
other than me,
didn't somebody say I was promised something?
                                            I was going somewhere?
                                            I was unique?

I am the same miserable ****,

As every other miserable ****.

The ******* that cut you off on Highway 62,

The person that complained about too many pickles,
on his precious fast food,

The boy yelling at his baby sister for getting too much attention,

The girl sexting your boyfriend,

The boy sexing your girlfriend,

The generation divorcing everyone it knows so it can fall in love with

itself.

All different,
in exactly the same way.

Traffic jam thoughts. Traffic jam thoughts.
                   Traffic jam thoughts. Traffic jam thoughts.
            trafficjamthoughts. traffic. Traffic Jam Thoughts. Thoughts.
Traffic. Traffic. Traffic. Traffic. Traffic. Traffic. Jam.
thoughts. traffic. trafficjam. trafficjam. traffic jam thoughts.traffic.
traffic jam. traffic, traffic, traffic. I am a miserable ****. Traffic jam.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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Marci Ace Oct 2015
Is It Love or Is It Lust?
****** fantasies can be quite
A desire.
Would it be best to do it with your
Secret admirer,
Or just a **** dude?
Would you call it rude
If you showed up at his house
****,
Having conversations about your
Tide tubes?
Is it true?
While time pushes by.
Is it real?
He sexing you and cutting you
Off like a deal
Will your heart heal?
Your fantasy desires coming
True,
With a man heart cold like
Steel.
Think about it,
Take a moment and think.
Not every man loves you.
Next min he’s there and the next
He’s gone like nair.
Babygirl it’s not love, its lust.



-Marci H.
#lustorlove
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Bartholomew Nov 2018
Drinking and smoking
Trapped in this madness,
This thing called love.
Addicted 2 the sadness
now my brains on drugs.
In the eyez of a savage,
tear stains turned blood
Now torn is my status,
**** the pain with the blunts &.....
Hennessy
Is the proper remedy
For dealing with misery
Killin it with the trees
Blowing it in the air
Wishin she still here
But life is not fair
She’s acting like she don’t care
I’m a man baby girl, we make mistakes
Sexing with other women but they can’t take ur place
Something brown between my fingers and a bottle in my other palm
Now she gone, and me I’m tryna move on
Wishing.... that she was still seeing me
Wondering..... what did she ever see in me?
Tell me love, please you owe me that
Now I’m sitting her with the **** and the cognac

So I got a blunt in my right hand
And I got this drink in my left hand
And I’m just
Drinking
Smoking
Drinking
Smoking
Tryna get you out my head
And it hurts me more when I see
That you’re happier without me
So I’m
Drinking
Smoking
Drinking
Smoking
Tryna get you out my head
Inspiration:
Drinking and smoking- Dave young
#love #past #relationship #drink #smoke #pain #drinkingandsmoking #hennessy #marijuana #****
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Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston May 2013
Sexing, *******, Making Love..
I've ******,
My friends make love

What about me
Attracts boys
Who only ****?

I've never made love.
Is it just bad luck?

What about me
Attracts boys
Who don't love?

I just want to have
A natural relationship
Not a business deal,
Where I'd use my body,
To buy love that isn't quite real.

Just someone care.
Just someone see.
I am not just a piece of meat.
I need warm arms around me,
And words so sweet.

Where are you
Boy,
Who can stand loving me?
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vircapio gale Mar 2013
"love" reborn (rebirth of venus)
below the eyelid-waves,
another iridescence grows.
currents blur the view in pentacles of light
to rhythms of the waning breath
--warping what an artist's vision yields,
the canvas of the mind stretched taut
in hues to coalesce the old and new,
absorb the intertidal volumes
with keener intake,
firmest diaphram to lift the pressure out
and sink into pelagic origins finally,
imbue myself poseidonal,
renew the birth of "love"

i am soaking with it,
open mouthed my cry is swallowed by the sea
i am a kracken echinoidea
******* up the floor
of life exchanging me with joy--
of jellyfish and snail,
burrowed shrimp, eyeful gobies,
clowns in their anemones--
my spires swirling clouds of green
to carpet spotted sky with verdant wake
and springing there,
from crest to crest,
a body undulating foam, it rolls voluptuous to swell
the bioluminescent instant... taken in the vast, full span of time...
to see her born here,
'mid dolphin song and symbol crash of tide
protuberance of shore awash in seeming pleasure of the rhythmic act--
alive the goddess comes, into her flesh--
to widen eyes,
re-establish channels to the heart
as if an aperture of cloud
were opening again,
to end an ancient overcast
and usher down to earth
the lance of starlight that would reach beyond the wrecks of ocean depth...

so too her visage strikes the darker corners of the heart
illumes all buried hopes
of bottom dwelling wretchedness,
and draws the tide above the line,
littoral tresses falling,
steep in pools calcareous and algal
worlds remaking worlds within the contours sexing there
imagined limestone in your many perfect forms,
marble softness swimming in my eyes
awaken appetites of newfound youth again.
the ochre lines that stripe along your curves
let hidden ripeness waft across my passion-eye
and with the grassy dunes i lie, doze in wrack at once--
as arches of my sight are pierced with rays of inner sun
my seabreath muse purveys, inhaled;
i would see you as you are entirely,
disperse myself into aesthetic mist,
become the spray on coastal loam
a sundog floating in and out of forms
become your mullusk lust;
sipuncula embrace of benthic dust
and slip along the textures
of your progenation's flood--
emerge as one and many lives
becoming me, this vision
in your suds, your divination's scree
--the salty rooting of the coastal trees,
the sand, the wave and moon
upon the dancing kelp forestal out at sea...
shining in the winking foam and symbiota sand.
crevice and the length of dyads simulating one,
phallus, *****, and none--
egg and **** bed..
diatoms  flourishing  again...
in you i am the ****** my own gestation obviates
i am effluxion of all lives in balance
on an ever-swaying crestline of irruptive suds--
diaphanous array upon your porous *****'s heave
weaving in and out, continuing to blur
in riven sight and empty heart to fill
the blood containing rapid urgency
to feed, to taste and seek its nourish-all
when after having given up the possibilities of love
and having worn the incompleteness raw,
the obverse affirmation cracks the sky...
at last they burst surreal into the now
and lacking practice courting glory
stumble over habits long attuned to falsities unveiled
and drawn into your undertow,
all cravings wrung into the novelty of merging without end--
arrive, horizonal, and echo from the dawn of being more than one




.
littoral: of or relating to the shore
wrack: masses of dried seaweed, kelp found on the beach
sipuncula: marine worms
benthic: relating to the bottom of a sea or lake or to the organisms that live there
diatoms: algae or phytoplankton essential to ecosystems
effluxion: a flowing outward
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vircapio gale Mar 2014
dear feminism,
1.

dear feminism,
do i think of women
when i write to you?

why do i personify?

angry at an unjust world,
angry at injustice in ourselves,
have i been taught to fear you?
ignore inequity of fears?

or hide  
in the shadows of your salty curves
speaking soft with sycophantic tilt?

was this what mother meant,
portending talk of therapy
two decades in advance?

a bouy on three waves,
i crash against protuberances too:
limp didactics on avoidance for the victims,
waking in continuums of shrugging crime.

sameness differs in utopias --
every latent gut avers the right to spill.
despite the lissome quell forgetfulness contains,
my proper sphere will leave me
deafened in a wrack-dry
tidal echo--
'Fairness' stains clear beauty dark
as my imagined egos drown at last
from down our oceanic well of shame.

sacrifices fade,
i cannot write...
i write, and fail,
defined by sediment cliche,
reading women authors out of obligation ..odd desire,
and so in dim medieval-fashion
miss
the trail of monoliths erected
for a craven ease

2.

dear civil rights,
why were you taught
through prisms of boredom?
my voiceless reading left you to your rage,
while i communed with glossy nature,
private leaves.

how dare i clap your back
"congratulations"
at your tidy givens  granted
scars were open past my seeing,
and bleed still

while right here, empathy dies, now

dreams are bombed,
grafted to infected faculties
to wallow tended in a garden of injustice
erudite and dead,
i **** a bit i tell myself then stuff my face with food,
cover breath with smoke
and sleep in sour ignorance
no courage left to care.
blind grins bouquet the status quo
of rotted stems, discarded roots

i bury you with homeland fear
the killing silence filled with just intentions
for tomorrow

3.

dear feminism,
you speak for me, too--
my genderless ear attunes

cathartic sweep of ills
scaled beyond your other selves,
sexing into common chosen songs

no fearful tremble
at a mainstream backdrop reprimand--
to be a good gender,
--this gender not that gender--
gestate bigotry of symbol wombs,
cut ripe to cater to unquestioned whim;
no violent selfhood requisitioning
to closet inner innocence in pain

contractions shock in further waves
i midwife simple hope i hope
true fairness you have nursed in seeing death


4.

dear punk **** feminism,
marginal i ask as i perform
unstructured sutras on my heart
exemplar of a meta-freedom
burning in the core of threaded ages strung--
how then life without your voice,
vast silence unobserved,
the hidden anti-*** persisting
in our gender-theory--theorizing sterile norms--
sweet pulsing concupiscence
in our every waking breath
a pollinating zephyr tease toward
celebrating every feotal bathtub bliss --
unbridled ideologies unleashed
unmade into opining din

5.

dear temperance,
i vote you cherished
whirlwind
singing endless through the ageist ridicule
apparent failure in the civil warrior's eye
dogma blinks
denial of the rights you suffered for
but underneath compassion all along
i rally in your family's younger gaze
staring down,
questioning the steady rhythm of a whiskied fist

6.

dear feminism,
have i been taught to celebrate you?
have i been taught to fear for you?
have i been taught to treat you as a woman?
why do i personify you?
like some Sophia cybered up atop the forums of our age

blind and failing
i would be dust as well
like any rightful fading into dust
be swept along with all coercive screenings,
fear-born silences
immune to reason and the reasons of the heart--
rather than to live forgetting
letting go the questions giving rise to equals in a discourse
revising what it means to ask the meaning of


#
dear feminism,

when you are gone..
i for one will sing you
hope

to protest bigotry
a raging tranquil step
of care-filled voicing

dare an upward sloping arc
a dream becoming shared
to overcome
attain
inspired by once unfamiliar names

i will still be here,
the angry feminist
burning in my flagging underwear

brightest outrage at injustice
your deeper loves, fairness
selfhood honored
as if written in the stars
or ancient shorelines
-- you will not be gone
"She says, he wrote it--he says, she wrote it." -Lucretia Mott, speaking to the collaborative efforts of J S Mill and Harriet Taylor
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Georgia Owen May 2013
Nucleus
What does one gain
from completing the mundane tasks of daily living?

Laundry
Folding
Cleaning
Food prep

Vacuum
Dusting
Windows
Drain

Choose a color scheme for your home
A point of inspiration
"The History of Interior Design"
Choose your Lifestyle
Color your Path

What's the point?
Cable television
The Nuclear Family
Entertaining
The dodging of Lonelihood

Wouldn't you rather be a dolphin?
Dancing by day
And sexing by night

My furniture is coral
My upholstery is seaweed
Feng Shui by Poseidon's Design

Pulp Fiction.
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hazem al jaber Dec 2016
let`s try ...
let's try ...

life never lasts forever ...
nothing run forever...
only our moments ...
if we spends together ..
so lets do it now ..
lets get what we desires...
let's sexing up together ..

let's try sweetheart ...
let's fly so high tonight ...
to that faraway sky ...
to count all stars ...
through that bed ...
which it created only ...
just for us and forever ...
created only for love ...
to make it together ...

let's try ...
let's do it tonight ...
lets' sexing up together..
nothing lasts forever ..
only me and you ...
and our sweet moments ...
that's we spends always together...

let's do it sweetheart..
let's try this love ...
which we long for ...
since we knew each others ...

i'm waiting there ...
in that bed ...
which you know it well ...
there where we made love together ...

let's try ...
let's sexing up together ...

hazem al ...
#try #lets
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Night Owl May 2010
Previous Iterations
Past altered states tests postive and subtle
******* So and so's ­teeter Paleolithic après time puddles
And submit terrible philosp­hies
Ashy stubble ticks politics 
and sacrafice to peer approval ­sacralige
Test probably appears stable
Top patriarch's able sudde­nly to
Pop above submerged tables possibly
After, something tests­ patience awkwardly
Stumps tarot practioners and *** testers poor­ application sterily
Topology plain, astrology scorpio
Torpedo po­wer aptly strikes to pedal antlers sour
Take particular appointments
Stop testing plea­se apply sorted
Terror power and sexless torn pigs
afterhours pen­ and store tips, plow.
Alter simians testosterone, pow!
As scient­ists type papers about sexing tasteless past alligator snouts 
te­sting partly after science takes party alliance south to pawn arm­y 
subtle tipped passion. artsy.
Start these.
pick atoms smarmy
T­ally past all sentences take pride
As stencils test pestilence. A­nd sigh.
The previous alterations simply tried.
And didn't work, ­hence the present
Path lit incandescent.
I'm looking towards the ­east waiting for positivity to peak
You're turned backwards nosta­lgic for something that'll never come repeat.
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Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
What more?
Shall I open volley,
spike with clenched hand?
Acquiesce to athleticism,
or drop return?

Is there a score?
numbers imply a plan,
encumbered; ******* clad...
jockstraps and leather,
tube socks and man.

****** courts,
exotic terminology,
words of reduction,
redacted, redacted, redacted!
under spells of seduction...

What more?

Who the **** cares.

Piles can be chucked,
and strip smiles, 1 grain at a time,
throw a bone, throw another,
you'll build your own monster.

What more?

redacted, redacted, redacted!
join me down below...
I'll give you history,
it will set everything aglow.

What more?
**** more.

Questions?
redacted; for your own security.

Not Goliath,
not even Iago... wait, that may be whom you cast!
Laughter man, so much laughter,
I grow darker;
a product of your mind; that's just a reminder.

Had I plotted, had I connived,
had I been...
trolling gutters,
sexing the populace,
setting parties to war?
You gave me the part,
and the act was in pantomime...
improbable for paralysis
severed spine,
redacted, redacted, redacted.

You set loose scenarios,
and now I willingly oblige...
I'll take my bow,
and cunning smile.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
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Emoni Jenkins Sep 2013
Mania
The vibration
The pacing
The loving
The hating
The spending
Never ending
The thoughts they keep racing
The drinking
The drugging
The 5am clubbing
The meaningless sexing
The endless regretting
The lying
The cheating
The I hate this feeling
The panic
No sleeping
Anxiety streaming
The shaking
The fright
The continuous night
The struggle with words
I just want to be heard
The thoughts they're racing
The thoughts they're racing
The thoughts they're racing
Paranoia
Hallucinations
It's been weeks since I've slept
The walls seem to be screaming from the secrets they've kept
I'm over the edge
I've lost all control
This madness is driving me off of the road
But maybe down there I'll find some peace
All I really wanted
Was to go to sleep
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Cedric McClester Nov 2016
SATAN’S WORLD
By: Cedric McClester

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

There’s trouble everywhere
And life’s a living hell
For far too many people
Caught in the devil’s spell
They’re busy seeking this world
With no thought for the next
Worshipping possessions
And engaging in loose ***

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Some don’t have a conscience
And they’ll do anything
Like sexing fourteen year olds
Who like the songs they sing
They take away their innocence
Cuz they don’t know the deal
But we’re exposing them right now
So they’ll know how we feel

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Some want the best of both worlds
They want heaven while raising hell
And we’re not making judgments
You can look at them and tell
That they’re in bed with Satan
While they say they love the Lord
Just look at what they’re doing
Cuz their deeds can’t be ignored

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Here’s the deal let’s keep it real
Cuz we’re not out to play
It may not be tomorrow
But you’re gonna pay one day
Cause all things done in darkness
Will soon come to light
Just because you’re a celebrity
Don’t mean you’re living right

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.
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vircapio gale Feb 2016
an epic (vritti) from an agora inkwell
my thoughts, so potent just before--
like fresh-pressed olive drops
that lingered, lipping from the fragrant spout--
now pass, diffuse atop an ocean vast.

i imagine willing it to be a pond,
not for its lesser size alone
but mostly for its calm,
reflective height; yet
these waves are
distort ruthlessness
of liquid dust
by slapping, tower-high
the central ocean rip-whirl tide:
and gone--
as Homer's heroes screaming as they drown,
deaf as oars but for their final gasps
of yearned-for clarity:
of nameless pride's Ithacan king
abrading lustful wrists
restrained to blind a god's son's single eye
by tentacles of twisting, tactful fate.

by threaded loom rethreaded
soon i see my salty self in suit
of sameness, tricking time
by indolence or theft--
from truth, from others' hearths--
the difference winks in bubbles on the cosmic shore...
foam so clean i grin to call it spume,
grin to brace the seabed to my algaed chest
in salinating crush of sand, of blood-sharp shell and rock,
in sungreen warmth of blue and life
in crashing sinus wince
i grit aegean nereids in my sneeze,
splay their formless sexing into pelvic scrapes
of quickened starbursts anciently reborn,
squeezed in pleasure tears and laughing drops--
as all pelagic ***** must
within the pressure of a world,
its breathing darkness spotted with transmuted sun,
expel itself in sensate gusts--
as octopodal spurting flings
in liquid ****** of purpose forth,
(or backwards, sideways, in and out)--
so too i think
and thinking, drown my ink
instead of drowning thinking in my ink














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Vritti, literally "whirlpool", is a technical term in yoga meant to indicate that the contents of mental awareness are disturbances in the medium of consciousness.

Sirens
Charybdis, Scylla
Polyphemous, Poseidon's son
Odysseus with a whole cart of oars and barrels of salt
Calypso
Penelope
Hestia
Thales and olive oil

may our inkwells never run dry
like Hellenic similes
grammarian's passions
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ZL Aug 2015
insomnia kisses
past  midnight
my body and soul at fight

1am
I realize how sick I am

at 2
I fantasize about sexing you

at 3
I imagine things you can do to me

at 4
I'm still not sleep
still not bored

at five
I close my eyes

6am til 11
wet dreams appear
too explicit for Heaven

at 12 I'm up and about
licking my lips
hoping this day I can taste your mouth.
#kiss #time #crush #*** #insomnia
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sαndяα-αℓєxιs May 2014
his perspective
You aint know I was the **** ?
I got game to play
And a lot of lies to say
Don't trip I'll make it seem true
So you could think I care for you
Really I'll never be there for you
Don't text me
If you aint talkin' about sexing me
I like to do drugs
Never falling in love
Eyes only for money
And hoes just love me
It's been a minute since we've been kicking it
I ain't think I would get like this
I got a few in line        
But you in mind
Seems like im changing  
I stopped misbehaving
What are you doing to me ?
What is this feeling?
It's kind of weird you see
Wait... Love ?                    
Don't you dare do this to me...
#love #lies #eyes #drugs #lust #him #his #perspective #view #game #money
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Brad Lambert Mar 2012
The Infinite Insatiability of the Yellow Hummer
How do you feel about the word: Insatiable. That is my mind, forever devoid of what I can’t seem to pin. It is dull, throbbing hunger for more-more than a distant attraction claiming to be mine. Picture sent and picture received, but my body receives nothing more-more than desperate experiments. Countless hours of sexing in the darkness of a toxic Hummer. Toxic money burning a hole in my pocket, inches from the burning of his slick on my ****. I hope his *** bleeds.

Let's light another cigarette, and watch the cherry bloom. A single rose, shimmering and flaring like a nuclear waste, and the light is out. So let's smoke some more-more mirrors. I often peer alone through those sheets of glass. “Substance, ketamine, satiate me,” I plead as I see me and I hate men. My faith in God is never mutual. These prayers are useless. His want for me is beyond repulsing. His money is useless. My body is rotten from the mind, out. I am the king of self loathing. I am useless.

Yet I go back for more-more pain. More quarrels. More lies. More-more. He only takes more. And I take him, too. Wait for it...wait for it...wait for him to; Come! O gentle souls. See how my confidence sways in thine wake. You are purity. You’re innocence. You're what I crave. To be free. To be whole. To be done. So do me like the ****** you know I am. I hope mine bleeds, too.

My veins are coursing, pulsing, shattering at the edges with blue. I am blue in both my complexion and my complex feelings and thoughts and pains. My veins are blue, and I am cold. Taste the metallic crush of my slang. It is intolerable, and I must not tolerate. The ripe stench of escape burdens my mind. My mind is escaping. I know there’s more. Toss the rug over the barbed wire and run. Run. **** that ***** and make her beg. Make her plead. Make her run. Sanguine with ketamine. Run, ******, run.
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M Clement Dec 2012
Broken Toys for Broken Boys
BBB, fool, you know me.
Taking time to leave my stuff
I’ll talk you up with a bit of fluff

It’s funny, I never knew you existed
In the end it’s me who’s ******
Watch me whine to the football coach
I’ve never liked long runs.
Let’s run the field, I think I’ll be ok with one time.

Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I’ll bet you’ll get your fix there.

Leave the cave, it won’t welcome you back
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
Lies of Tricky-**** Nickson
I’m always proud of you, son.

I’m sorry I missed your call,
Nevermind your message.
I’m sorry I missed your call,
I promise to change the way I am

Let’s get dinner,
I’ll pretend you’re with me tonight
Face great for the camera
Only the greatest for the girl that I’m sexing tonight

Strip down girl, and tell me how you really feel.
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
You can be mine for the night.
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Styles Sep 2014
Control
Using *******,    
I'm controlling you    
your whole body,    
You are Loving it too--    
much to stop me,    
Your hips hop as you rock me.    
I just play it properly.    
Treating your private property    
Like it's my property.    
We got it covered,    
You on top of me.    
Me inside of you,    
Guiding you,    
Up and down,    
Grinding you    
Side to side,    
Rubbing you.    
Sexting,    
Turned to me sexing you,    
You know what to do.    
Re-read the message,    
Follow it through.    
I love you,    
you love me,    
******* you.    
getting you off,    
The way lovers do.    
Off on a different planet,    
You love the view.    
Handling your curves,    
Better than you,    
I guess dream girls *** through,  
Me being so deep into you.    
I'm giving you,    
My personal,    
Interview...    
showing you,    
parts of you,    
That you never knew.    
Teaching you,    
new things,    
about you,    
That you can do,    
When it's just    
You and You.    
I Came at your right,    
now, you're coming too.    
Lost control of yourself,    
cause I'm controlling you.
#poem #poetry #romance #romantic #*** #**** #hot #pleasure
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vircapio gale Aug 2012
mereologies
all is shedding, all is growing
all is food,     all is fuel
all is useful,       all is living
all is hot,       all is cooling
all is bright,     all is shadowed
all is water,          all is flux
all is one, all is 'all'
all is fake, all is mind
all is flame,      all is wind
all is number,        all is music
all is form,     all is empty
all is word,     all is light
all is fate, all is god
all is chance,    all is pointless
all is good, all is pain
all is play,  all is love
all is beauty,      all is grace
all is honor,       all is family
all is creed,            all is sin
all is nature,             all is me
    all is false,              all is true
all is being,           all is not
all is active,     all is passive
all is lucid,      all is vague
all is boring,          all is sexing
all is sleeping,    all is woken
all is order,                    all is chaos
all is two,            all is three
all is many,                 all is power
all is knowledge,        all is health
all is virtue,           all is wisdom
all is pleasure,   all is work
all is given,           all is taken
all is ours,            all is theirs
all is mine,                           all is yours
all is costly,                                 all is free
all is decay,                                   all is blooming
all is different,                                                          all is same
all is force,                                                                 ­      all is flow
all is woven,                                                                 ­   all is riven
all is medium,                                                            all is message
all is habit,                                                        all is novel
all is worthless,                                               all is complete
all is repetition,                                      all is unique
all is metered,                                   all is rhyme
all is simple,                                     all is complex
all is done,                                 all is waiting
all is language,                 all is thought
all is balance,                      all is equal
all is owed,                     all is tilting
all is spinning,              all is peace
all is vibrant,                            all is grey
all is dance,                                   all is color
all is tragic,                                         all is comic
all is heart,                                               all is motion
all is self,                                            all is other
all is purpose,                                                 all is lost
all is style,                                                   all is learned
all is nurtured,                                         all is coded
all is strife,                                           all is calm
all is blank,                                        all is written
all is now,                         all is past
all is starting,                        all is ending
all is open,              all is closed
all is hurting,                all is healing
all is heavy,              all is hard
all is life,            all is death
all is funny,             all is dreaded
all is fullness,         all is worth it
all is progress,            all is worthless
all is dream,                  all is real
          all is pulling,                        all is pushing
all is gain,            all is lack
      all is presence,               all is distance
all is opaque,              all is clear
            all is alone,             all is entwined
all is union,     all is dual
     all is yearning,         all is stopping
all is abject, all is perfect
all is sound, all is silence
all is known, all is unknown
all is a 'part', all is a 'whole'
all is a holon, all is unsaid
not sure what this all meant, but at least now it's all out.  was inspired by Thales, feel free to add to the list :P
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LearnfromBOBD Oct 2020
October' #Endsars ***
Will you be able to pull your two legs to your head
Now imagine me holding your thigh stable.
10 second soft sexing
And later a 30 mins non stop hard **** *** to the *****
Either groaning or moaning.
Let me hear the sound of joy.
Still pull that leg up,
your two hands holding it.
Bring the vaginae up facing me vertically.
My soft tongue swallowing the outer part. Tinkling through the inner part.
Waow'
your legs shaking.
The vibrations is sweet.
**** got hard again
for the second sexing.
Immediately I insert the sim.
So we can enjoy a great network.
Continue the ringtone vibes.
I'm gonna make me get to the peak
before I release.
Is that all you got. Bring it to me Bebe, squeeze it on my hard dixk.
Squirt it all over me.
I'm gonna make that ***** *****.
I'm gonna make you wanting.
Let your emotions unwind
Bend the lines,
Squeeze me repeatedly
I'm almost there.
Wait!
i mean continue' **** me harder.
Press on harder.
Haaawsh....
Yes; yes, I got it.
Halleluyah you sing.
Ayiwuu, sweet
Tell me you enjoyed it 😊
#Endsars ***. After a
Long period of protest on the government street for 12 days. Hard *** is needed no joke
#love #*** #hard #press #squeeze #enjoy
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Shay Ruth May 2014
Cursed Contentment
Divided by the staff lay seven, long years. Touching and experimental moments boggled and wrestled playfully with cognition: systematic and jointed. My left hand still holds the day I changed ***. My being, new to my knowing. I was supposedly cursed, but later I confessed to King Zeus the truth: women, be there pleasure rarer, feel the sweetest flowers of love-making. I digress, my strike against the serpent lovers did curse me, but trapped for seven years behind soft, shifting ******* were utilized fully as I found myself wrapped in blankets of wheatgrass and sheathed in the starlight permeating ceilings of tree branches. I could be touched in every carved *****, smooth and soft. I could never tire of searching and wondering why, as a man, blind and sensed, I had never seeked true self efficacy. In those moonless nights, I’d moan my old name, sexing myself, “Tiresias, feel this and remember,” I’d say. Some crevices so soft and silent it would take me years to discover, as I found myself shouting and begging for freedom, but then would surrender to the burning that blazed anatomical layers I once conjured in my youth.
Tucked between pangs of hunger and ease of the past, I found rippling serpents that once brought me womanhood and with another strike of my staff, I morphed in regression. I believed the seven year dream, I honorable to him with my experience in this truth. I’ll continue to remember.
My body, an adventure - I discovered with myself for years.
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Naomi Sa'Rai Aug 2012
Denial
Im not an alcoholic
I just like to drink
Sometimes morning
Noon and night
When i remember moments
I've forgotten i think
But it's the amber
Colored cool
An essence up under
The senses
Dipping beneath wounds
Molding into
As Mr.Daniels
Shapes itself gainst ice
I've drank once before
Much
So much i doubled over...
Twice
But it moves
Shakes n shivers
Caressing heated blood
Sexing blueish veins
Im not an alcoholic
It's just
Beautiful Brandy
Coos n calls
My name
I've barely known
I've continuously shook
From dreams
Taking another hit
Brutal punch
Stroking the skin
Call me fein
No im not an alcoholic
But Brandy made me do
Yes my lips
Kissed Mr.Daniels
Brandy too
They are lovers
Of the sickest kind
Tantalizing flesh
Taking time
Glass is full
Cup runneth over
Turning corners
Lucky me
Four leaf clover
I said im not an alcoholic
Sipping elixir
What a d..n shame
I've brought champagne fame
Im not an alcoholic
Must I say it
Once again??

Murray
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Third Eye Candy Jan 2016
A Right Sick ****, But In A Good Way
Shouldn't I have
loved you
more ?
you seem less dreamy
and the night is fast
like a bird
heart.
But i've been numb.
Remote is a form
of music
but fragile.

it's not cheap
to be real
but slavery has a way of sexing the fool
and no one knows
how much
you hate
till you look
at You.
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Beauty36 Oct 2014
"Let me love you down"
Let me grab you by your hand and slowly walk you into my lovers den.
Red and white rose peddles lead the way to where it all begins.
Scented candles smelling so good makes your senses spin.. with ****** visions of me sexing you.
I grab you close, you hold me tight.. our lips connect our tongues egnite.. You rub your fingers down my spine.. my eyes roll back.. You kiss my neck, and pull my hair back. I Grip your back and rub my lips across your pecks.. You slide my strap off and I help with the next... You begin to undress, but I said take it slow we have all night... I lay you down and rub oil all on you... you looking up wanting to **** on my supple breast. Your brown eyes glow as we start to connect.. you ask to go down, I'm not one to reject. Your tongue feels so good as it and my **** connects... What a big surprise.. I'm *******.. Now I'm soak and wet... You ask to dive deep but I'm still not ready yet.. So you take it slow and kiss my soft lips.. My body inner parts start to explode.....I'm ready, so I snatched off your draws.. you slowly go in and grind with a motion so strong, my body begins to shake... you had to grab my az to take control.....I'm grabbing you... you loving me... I'm moaning Ooooo... you saying Rose I love you... I bite your ear and lick it too... you're so turned on.... You turn me around and began to eat again, my juices so sweet you smack with each slurp too good to even wipe your mouth. You hit it from behind and turn my head to look deep into my eyes.. I'm even throwing it back just the way my baby likes... I get on top and ride you like the best I am... you begin to moan.. yea I like the sound of that ****.. before you *** I lean over and say.... Let me love you down just like this.
ALWAYS
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Travis Green Dec 2021
Sexing Him In The Nighttime
I am somewhere in his dream world
Hoping that he will stop and see me
I stand in the shadows, romanticizing
About him holding me near to his body
Marveling at his sun-kissed presence
A fragrant, iridescent rose he is
In his mind-blowing clothes
He is so spectacularly dope
Exposing his Polo Ralph Lauren boxers

There are sexually lustful thoughts
Of sexing him in the nighttime
Drink him in like satin-smooth and elegant wine
Blow his mind with my sensual, poeticized rhymes
Whisper to him in the distance
Hope that he hears my mellow sounds of solace
That caresses his heart

Kiss the air and hope that my kisses
Find his eye-catching lips in the darkness
I want to explore his unlocked door
Feel my vibe as I creep in to discover his secrets
I must find him tonight; I need to see him strip
So that I can feel like I’m melting into his fierce heat
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Mateuš Conrad Sep 2015
song recounting brothel visits
with me it's all ***** free, she laughed me teasing ***** and not her ****, and then i said: i was bitterer free than a caged slave freed; so tell me... when did rhyme rhyme with untrue and dry prose with truth?*

none of the free women could uncouple ******* from the *****;
none of these free women
could love me like a *****, the "master,"
but they did - common free ****** themselves
while the saints arose to challenge the antichrist
deciding it was better to salvage driftwood than the whole ship,
and give common fee to ******* than salvage
common freedom from common ******* fees with ******* the commons
of sedating parliament of freedom feeing freedom:
but the ****** became saintly snakes
asking for less and the common woman for more!
what mattered more was slapping the cheek,
none of these free women could compete,
none of these free women could salvage the ****** slaves,
instead they asked for opinions through actresses,
and while i broke chime of dirges with sirens
for the chandelier flutes dropped - i heard of demonic
song being poetry, and angelic songs continued without poeticism;
oh lark and sorrow i heard that no free woman ever bore
the freed love from sexing it asked for yoga exercise
to thrill a lost packaged youth,
but the free women sexed up, and the ****** were
skeletally libra minded to tangle the heaviest with the lightest
and the freest with the most leathered up to tangle in whip lost
sparking less gallop and more thought:
as once in town a randomised woman to my writing said:
now that's the devil, said, and i walked on.
none of the free women who spoke of feminism ever
gave third introduction up, with limping the second artillery was
salvo dis-loved, for the third introduction was sold
to *****, and man managed all, but not this;
none of the free women could ever pair man with her involvement
satisfactory: first *****, second ****, third lips and child goodnight:
for the free women were more than ****** could be,
found the woman, entering a brothel and hearing of ******' graces
to do not what free women did: no ****, no harsh movement,
the ****** dictated that freedom felt what it wasn't with me bought,
****** a ***** and kept **** to myself
while i argued the digestion in reverse and liberated them
from a child engaged to be tucked in, and sweetly dreaming of mothers
of tomorrow with hanky and bacon and scrambled eggs for schooling,
marching into marsh and sweet mud, in order that some general
might satiate the feel of ordering a fee of orderly salutes into hades'
6ft gape of a yawn of cracking marble into moulding earthenware to
suit root and worm.
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Travis Green Apr 2021
Sexing Ghetto Style
Boy, you got me geeked
Spinning and dreaming in your heat
Incapable of speaking
‘Cause you’re so sweet like Reese’s
A fresh young ****, so love
So tough with his stuff
Smoking that good good
Living in the hood
Strapped with the gat
Wearing your red hat
Got your whole crew on deck
Controlling the block

You know you hot with your swagger
With your notorious flex
With your glorious lex
Equipped with the rims and tinted windows
With the pioneer touchscreen car stereo and speakers
Representing like a real G
So dangerous like angel dust
Chucking the deuces up
To whoever comes thru

****, you’re the truth
Everything I ***** with in a ****
Located up north in the Brooklyn streets
You’re so lit like a freak
Getting rude with the Henny
Guaranteed to be a winner
Packing your stacks
The way Trav like it

I need a goon like you
That can tune my engine
Take me up to your room
And we can get busy
With memorable kisses and touching
Sexing ghetto style
Getting buck wild
Riding your stick
Feeling your grip
Oh, you’re so sick
Baby, keep hitting it like that
I want that **** passion
So, I can never forget
How you put it on, Big T
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Cedric McClester Nov 2016
ROCK-A-BYE BABY
By: Cedric McClester

He calls himself a man
Yet he can’t understand
Why the baby won’t stop crying
In the crib in which he’s lying
He agreed to baby sit
Not to take this **** (But now he’s catching it)

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

He picked the kid up
To rock him at first
But the crying continued
And in fact it got worst
Then he shook him
In an aggravated state
And by the time he stopped
It was a little bit too late

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

SATAN’S WORLD

By: Cedric McClester

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

There’s trouble everywhere
And life’s a living hell
For far too many people
Caught in the devil’s spell
They’re busy seeking this world
With no thought for the next
Worshipping possessions
And engaging in loose ***

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Some don’t have a conscience
And they’ll do anything
Like sexing fourteen year olds
Who like the songs they sing
They take away their innocence
Cuz they don’t know the deal
But we’re exposing them right now
So they’ll know how we feel

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Some want the best of both worlds
They want heaven while raising hell
And we’re not making judgments
You can look at them and tell
That they’re in bed with Satan
While they say they love the Lord
Just look at what they’re doing
Cuz their deeds can’t be ignored

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate

Here’s the deal let’s keep it real
Cuz we’re not out to play
It may not be tomorrow
But you’re gonna pay one day
Cause all things done in darkness
Will soon come to light
Just because you’re a celebrity
Don’t mean you’re living right

It’s Satan’s world
That’s how it seems of late
Especially when God’s people
Appear to abdicate




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.
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Styles Jan 2016
Closer
When I saw you standing there
I wanted to pull you near
let the music play as we dance along
our bodies moving to the song
sexing with our clothes on
can't wait to get you home
your body all over my body,
all alone in the zone
start off on the sofa
running our hands all ova
turning you on to bring you closer
then take you there
until you finish, but
it ain't over,
#love #poem #poetry #passion #rap #lyrics #song #flow
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neth jones Jul 2021
Mastication (a meander)
the sleeper...

riled in slumber
         her face fevered
     cussed about the terrain
                                     of a floral breeding
  bedding patterns and the print
                                        bunched in struggles
in smudges
                     an amateur trial with sisters makeup
     primal cosmetics
            make a mock
                    daubed
                                ceremony for slumber

dusty and museum are her dollworks
        an amphitheatre audience
                                 overlooming her berth
    flaunting the gallery shelves
                sustained expressionist menace
Roman eyes and Victorian ridicule
stuffed suffering with Ugly Duckling down
****** sawdust and your sullied label
they bray and they brawl
         and they sluice their gull gall
    a sick drizzle
       over the sleepers form

   from the exterior
  wild wails the weather
its being
     drubbing
  peers fragile
at the windowpane
a raid on this vulnerable sleeper
impounded in bedroom aloft
raised to meet the jet stream

she is fumbled in dreams...

  abraded adolescent swells
judder out figments
  a bleed of vandals
     siling her muted childhood
       parading the playground
          berating old
         once loved playthings
       adopting no sympathy
    adapting in favour
      of the wild riding will
        of the direful pre familiar

into the woods...

a ***** charmed breath
       dressed smartly as boy
stoppers her pathway
       insisting a gentleman's assistance
frustrates her recitations
      of grandmothers doting
           stern teachings
         like fragile pottery
            come to harm
         broken into teeth
the quick blood beating
       this nocturnal forest
     busy in heat
      bonding death
       to refract the hustling moon

a company of wolves
    fill out the clearing
not a spell too soon
their howls reverberate
             jeering
mocking their new glut
sifting followers
      from the raggle-taggle array of fools
the foolish dreamers
          rounded up
amongst them she stands
red dressed and nervous
one hand clasping
                  and sexing the other

fortified
a great jaw operates here
an excited irresponsible mastication
committed to this fairytale

...agitation in her sleep
Inspired by the movie version of The Company Of Wolves

Sile = Strain OR filter
#fairytale #dreams #wolves #werewolves #adolescence
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Travis Green Nov 2021
Sexing His Love Flow
His fiery, untamed masculinity
Rocks me into a hot oozing mountain of flaming lava,
I burn as I yearn for more of his dreamy
And undying loving, embrace my helpless flesh
Kiss me tenderly, massage my ears, my temples
My forehead, my cheeks, my chin
Say how indescribable my beauty is to him
He makes me burn passionately
In his abundant flame of pure sensual bliss

I long to dance with him in the soft glorious moonlight
Swaying with the soothing wind
Sniffing in his heavenly scent
Fantasizing about sexing his love flow
Feeling my hands wrap around him
Like a radiant green and endless snake
Kissing his thick, solid neck
His immense, tempting chest
My lips meeting and nuzzling his navel
Venerating his significantly striking V-line
Brushing my beauteous ******* against
His thrillingly throbbing third leg
Welcoming his perfect ***** head
To rest on my *****, delectable *******

I can make his masculinity explode
Like a shimmering and high-priced champagne bottle
Fuel his ****** sensations, my passion
Overtaking his body and soul
As I explore every prizable part of his skin
Feeling his heart beating exquisitely
Loving the exhilarating temptation
Of venturing into his fantastic frame
My mouth on his thighs, his legs, his feet
Enfold him in my warmness
Let him surrender to me
Give me ******* over his creation
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King Dre Pencasso Jul 2018
Pregnancy Shock
That whole night was amazing, spending time with a female friend before sexing her crazy
Pulled up for a night out, went to the movies, & grab food I was feeling her maybe
Stopped at this lake to end the night out as we cuddled in my backseat
Watching the stars dance across the sky while listening to some 90’s R&B
Right before I realized it, our lips would touch
I pulled her on top of me then I felt this sudden rush
I haven’t been in action for a long time & my hormones are raging
I’m taking her clothes off as my heartbreak keeps racing
My heart’s telling me to stop while I’m ahead but my head & body say keep going
And how could I resist the lust from the emotions to which she’s showing
So there I am on top of her kissing her from the lips all the down to her thighs
Putting my tongue to good use while the excitement lights up her eyes
I climb back on top of her, slowly work my way in as she gasps her air
Telling me I’m the biggest she’s had & the previous love interest doesn’t compare
The windows begin to fog up, we begin to sweat, & I’m just cruising my way inside her body
Doing all the moves I’ve seen in explicit movies as I get a little cocky
An hour & a half of ****** acts go by then we conclude the experience
We get dressed but judging by the look in her eye, I can tell she was delirious
I dropped her off, kissed her lips, then she tells me she loves me & was rather serious
Fast forward almost a year later after conversations died down
I’m still texting her to make sure she’s ok due to personal issues at home
She’s getting ready to move away from the nest to be out all on her own
Then something tells me to check her Facebook page & there I see
A beautiful baby girl but I’m questioning if it really looks like me
Biracial with beautiful eyes & a beautiful smile, I can’t believe it
Is this bundle of joy mine? When did she even conceive it?
I’m blowing up her phone with a million questions but she’s not telling me no
Beating around the bush with speculations about that night we shared
Got me pacing me back & forth out of excitement but a little scared
Loving her wasn’t a mistake but the fear of the kid growing up like me
In 2 different households by 2 parents who barely know each other, this isn’t like me
I’m not sure if she’s been with someone else after me but she strongly denies it
Told her if it’s proven to be my daughter then I’ll definitely provide care for it
So I asked one last time if the baby’s mine then she says it’s her little cousin
Birthed by her guardian aunt then my heart stops rushing
Telling me if I was the father then she would’ve told me if she was pregnant
Saying she loves me too much to throw that on me unexpected
And that she loves me too much not to allow me to be the father I’m meant to be
I deserve the most beautiful family I can create that’s a reflection of me
Hopefully when that times does come, I’ll be a married man & financially stable
Not afraid to raise em better than me or to raise them in a world that can be cold & fatal

✰ Poetic Venom ✰
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Styles Feb 2016
Destiny Child
The music in the background
playing as I lay you down
sounds of my voice
making you moist
as we settle down

imagination racing
we are on level ground
heart beating pacing
your ******* slide
as I pull them down

our bodies cravings
for craving we haven't found
stuck in a safe haven
with only ourselves around
wrapped around each other

Heavy breathing
for the rest of the evening
you came first, now we're even

temperatures changing,
faster than the seasons
make it hot and cold
leaving you steaming
kiss all over you neck,

the sensations so pleasing
i want to hear your sounds,
of your body being pleased,
to be pleasing
hear you begging for, no reason

your voice crack when your screaming
define two bodies making love
with a whole new meaning
we're not just having ***,
we sexing the whole evening

getting you so high on life
no thoughts of ever leaving
flying higher than the ceiling
playing our cards the way we deal them
moving forward with with our gut feeling
#love #poem #poetry #passion #happy #romance #thought #***
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Kai Relota May 2015
This is not a poem.
“The tower is my body, the cage is my skull, and the spirit singing to comfort itself is me. But I am not comforted, I am alone. **** me.”
Sexing The Cherry - Jeannette Winterson

The boy who came from the sea was born
In 1989 with eleven hyenas and a powdered grace and an IV in one of
Those sad street lights

One mid-morning all the neon light flickering from last night’s
Tired and under-sexed collision of bodies on mercury.

The mother beget the sea while she was dancing and
All the exotic and fancy things that come with it

Is written on the newspaper
She dangled back and forth in the chandelier while giving birth and a gun in her
Hand: the whole world was in her hands.

Blood and flesh debris are pink as shore and pale as rubies like
Exploding stars.
People begin to ask you: “How’d you stay alive?”

The mother’s nightly arrival at that city burns the sorrows of all the light bulbs:
“Help me please” typed on a marquee.

If you sing the birth of your death, everyone will sing: lie down, don’t cry be alive again.

The sea born seemingly dead already returning back to hell, only can be restored by
The mother’s lovingly touch but the touch of hers burns the sea
When she is barely warm.

Cold-hearted angels will rescue you and you’ll be free-
Only for tonight.
The sea, sized milk carton box and the mother drives south this year.
People filled to watch the sea but it radiates they can’t be near you.
No one will save you.
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Styles Jun 2014
Your man
Looking in your eyes, you got that attitude.
Giving me a hard time, and I like it too.
I know you got a man; but how he treating you?
See it in your eyes; the Love ain’t true....
He sexing you good; but look does he value you?
Writing poems; to get a smile from you?
Can he keep his rhythm in line; the way I do.
Instead of* just* ******* you right; he cherish you?
Eating; sushi on ice with a Paris view?
Diamonds; girls best friends; relate the two?
Grab the Sun with his bare hands,
Just for you. If not, then why you-
calling him your man,
if he don’t even know what to do for *you.
#funny #practice #playful
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JidosReality May 2015
LOVE
We touch I feel a rush so much it makes me blush you make me want to hold you close to my heart and catch all your tear drops.
  
Make them smile and feel amazing keep holding onto this trust, your kiss is a day dream as our lips start to touch.
  
This rush is tingling our *** is always banging; I tell you I love you and you tell me you love me two.
  
Its amazing when we holding and it feels so nice been in you, I love it when you scream and take me to a place deep within.
  
My tough has me thinking twisting as it thinks! I think we should agree your ***** tastes so sweet.
  
What style should we do? ******* makes you weak I love it when you grab me and wrap your legs around me.
  
We sweating with loads of sexing moaning as you feel it, the trick was another world that had your heart beat blushing.

Jidos Reality 5.8.12
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Styles Mar 25
Untitled
We played all night, experimenting until we got it right.

Tonguing, *******, nibbling, with fingers, liquids and powers. It went on for hours. On the bed, on the floor, and during, in between showers.

We did everything we could think of. Sexing, ******* we even made love. No rubber, but it fit like a glove- all things chemistry is made of.

I showed her how to tell the difference between a “amazing”and “Oh yes! Do that again”- and then I made her come again; to make sure she remembered, I made her tremor - and it made her *** more, I lost count of her ******* after forty-four.
#*** #poem #poet #poetry #passion #poets #hot #****
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