"sexing" poems
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.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 9:28 AM UTC
****** 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.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
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
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
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.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
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.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
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.
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
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?
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
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
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
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.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
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
.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
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.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
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.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
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...
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
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-Dick 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.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
Using two fingers,
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.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 8:49 PM UTC
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 ********** 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.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
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
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
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
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
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.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
*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 whores' 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.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
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,
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
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
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
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.
Mar 24, 2024
Mar 24, 2024 at 10:14 PM UTC