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Edna Sweetlove Jan 2015
This is a terrifying tale as told by Ebeneezer Sweetlove, my late cousin*

I remember how I met Edwina all those years ago: and there was none of that "eyes connecting across a crowded room" crap. Well, not in a romantic sense - it was just pure lust. I suddenly realised this woman was staring at me with undisguised desire from the other side of a cocktail party at some boring conference at the five-star Grand Hotel. I was ***** as buggery as my latest girl friend had, just the previous week, committed suicide by jumping to a hideous death off scenic Beachy Head, so I returned the ****'s look with a lethally ****** stare of my own and then licked my lips as vulgarly as possible, indicating I was simply barking for a hot oral session, no holes barred.

The woman I was to know all too briefly as Edwina took the hint and came over and we talked as though we'd known each other all our lives; but even someone as suave as I was a little surprised when she groped me quite openly and shoved her tongue into my earhole, dribbling hotly down my cheek. And then she seemed to go all shy and little girl-like until I sophisticatedly suggested we go out for dinner and then back to my penthouse suite for a night of mind-blowing *******. I have to say I was embarrassed when the head waiter in the little bistro I selected complained when she took off her knickers and gave them to me for a refreshing sniff.

The *** was amazing - Edwina was like a beast on heat, screaming like a banshee while we ****** each other's brains out. Yet, in between *******, she was as gentle and charming as a little ***** cat. Six times I gave her my hot ***** that night: once in her mouth, then four times in the usual place, finishing off with one up her rear end. I was more or less totally drained of my love juices and in need of a good long kip before lunch.

But, tragedy struck: well before the dawn's early, she woke me and whispered she had to go as she had to get home before her husband got back after his night shift from down the sewers - he was apparently in charge of the entire East Sussex sewage system and liked to have an hour long shower every morning to get the stench of ***** off him.

I begged her to stay, saying I would happily pay for a divorce so I could have her with me for always. I even offered to have a contract put out on her sewer rat of a hubby, mentioning that my brother-in-law, Kosmo, was big in the Albanian mafia and owed me a favour. But she said no, I could ******* with my pleas. As dawn grew nearer I could see her becoming ever more frantic to leave and it was only then I realised the truth, having at last deciphered the real meaning of her blood-stained and scabby third ****** and the scarlet 666 tattoo on her luscious **** cheek.

Yes, Edwina was a ***-demon from deepest Hell and thus I was left with only one course of action. Ever so reluctantly, I bravely reached for the sacred wooden stake and mallet that I had carried round in my Dolce & Gabbana crocodile suitcase for so many years just in case of such an eventuality. Sadly I drove the stake into her beautiful ***** with a mighty blow and, instead of the blood which might have been reasonably expected, only a stream of warm **** poured out. Before my very eyes, her corpse disintegrated into a pile of odorous dust. Truly was Edwina a daughter of darkness.

As you may imagine, I had to give the chambermaid quite a hefty gratuity in order to get her to cleanse my room and to bin the evidence, but so grateful was she for the honorarium that she agreed to share my bed the very next night, knowing she would be likely to receive an immense tip of quite another category.
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Dahlia Nov 2012
Reaching out for what delivers its existence

The thirsty tree extends its limbs further to the sun

An encounter craved, but still valuing its bestowment

Forever longing anxiously for that connection



The summer winds carrying this hopeful firefly        

Emitting the lonely light that calls out for another

Releasing these signals in hopes of discovering you

Again a flicker and finally the mate is matched



Sprinting to the sea, the relentless river runs

Passionately carving its way through the slighted landscape

Obviously enraptured by its desirous charge

Awaiting the second its frenzied rush reaches home



Like the sun now churning our eager energy

Overthrowing senses with this rampantly raging need

Overwhelming magnetism lures us toward temptation

Inescapably mesmerized by this sensation


Profound in nature, driven by this timeless dance

Sophisticatedly conjoining into fulfillment

A base for these unbridled electrical impulses

The quintessence of our fusion now realized


We are the union of two wandering forces

Ignition progresses affectionate meditations

Quietly absorbing the synthesizing of segments

Once unrelated, now entangled eternally
Vamika Sinha May 2015
I'm 'sophisticatedly' sticking a pen
in my mouth, pretending
to smoke a cigarette.
I don't have the courage to hurt
myself, but
I do.
In 'subtle and implied' ways, he
says.

I make watery coffee and convince
myself, my happiness
lies in there,
floating. And I pretend
I'm in a Parisian cafe.
But these are pipe-dream dregs,
nothing else.
I guess they can't substitute the
vividness of being,
living.
Of sharp technicolour experience that can be
smelt.
Dregs, indeed.

Today, I borrowed Birthday Letters by
Ted Hughes from the library.
I'm wondering if
salvias were his favourite
flower.
His favourite.
I can't figure it out.
For his words are only stricken,
messy with the rawness of
too-technicolour experience.
Beautiful.
But sharp
enough to pierce and
poison,
like Paris.
My Paris, your Paris,
our little Paris.
So startlingly, breathlessly
red.

I suddenly know why I have written this.
The colour of salvias,
of Paris,
of me and you,
is my soul's favourite.
His favourite.
And salvias, their fragrance, it
douses the fire that's threatening to
suffocate, swallow my
life whole,
incomplete.

Red is my favourite colour.
And it's yours.

But I really don't think I want it to be.
I've been reading Ted Hughes and thinking .
Paulina S May 2014
Once upon a time, I was all alone in my jar
Away from the people, trying hard to hide
I didn't want the bubble I lived in for so long to collapse
And finding myself beside someone...stop that!

Years came through and still lonely I was
But that mere day was part of a plan..

Sophisticatedly, you altered all of my senses
Broke everything between me and life.
At first I was scared and didn't know how to act
But suddenly, You're dripping all over my mind

It's unexplainable how calm your eyes attain me to be
As if you were the perfect companion for me
You cheer me up every time that I feel blue
Reminding me that my favorite color is you
You always break the silence with laughter
Balancing my temper with your jokes and that smile.

Still, being in love is not easy
Though I am dying for you to know
Inside I keep this secret, safe and sound
And if you ever get to find out
I promise I will be there, forever
Beside you
Chloe Oct 2015
sitting,
in the darkness of my room
trying,
trying to squeeze out something,
profound or,
heartbreaking or,
anything
to prove my worth
by spilling my heart out on a page

but instead,
i sit
slicing deeper into my soul
punishing myself
for my inability to
express
my
emotions
through the medium of poetry
despite my admiration of
the stuff,
the sophisticatedly woven lines
pieced together so precisely
they create art,
showing my attempts as inferior

but I suppose the best art is self-deprecating
FlipThePoet Jan 2021
I live in the first century of the clone wars
most morning we’d wake up swiping up.
the new papers don’t arrive no more
because the news pours out of various device
interrupting morning thoughts, selling
us products to own more.
we think sophisticatedly but stay
closed off.
happy to be clones, to be sold love.
living vicariously through actors, models
or influencers who show more.
we think they are intelligent, they brave enough
assuming they know more.
consider the singular ways we live
consumed by our individualism, our greed.
consider the trees
and the many people who
puff this **** to cope on.
each year, iPhones get expensive
while screen light darkens the truth.
I rarely write with a pen if i don't have autocorrect
but I am a graduate, a grown up.
I am reconciling with this spell
from upon which i proceed
but this war still goes on.
imagine we find each other, then construct
mutual peace instead of flashing lightsabers
because we are so tough.
imagine we say our piece
while pinning respect on our sleeves,
then step out the street to hold hands.
its only the first century of this clone war
yet we are exhausted, from everyone
being so right and i wonder if we ever
gon slow down.
maelstrom of moribund memories
shortlist of long-lusted envies
amalgam of devastations frenzied

i would have died long ago
if i'd known i had it in me

cajoled choruses of conceit
abject persuasions of defeat
adjunct desolations unceased

i reckon there are worse things
than a man being deceased

uniquely embittered heartstrings
sophisticatedly littered hope-dreams
unashamedly delivered hurt-schemes

but the loneliness was the worst thing
Travis Green Sep 2023
His sturdy, manly construction
Fills me up with a surge of stimulation
Go nuts about his strikingly powerful thugness
Listen to his vibrantly vivid vocabulary
Make me elevate to immensely excited states

Resonate with me, entice my glance
Amaze me, serenade me, set me ablaze
Leave me breathless, capture my awareness
Infiltrate my senses, take a shine to him
Leave me misplaced in his maze
Of his unparalleled intoxicated bliss
Of sophisticatedly tasteful manliness

Sink into his enchanting magnificence
So impeccably freshalicious
Such a pleasure to see
So enjoyable to interact with
My succulent, cuddlesome lover man
Resplendent with extreme appetizingness

Feel his formidable force
Explore him to the core
Like a hard-hitting machine gun
His extraordinary furnace-like heat
He throws me off, dominates focus

I delight in his tranquilizing voice
Like music with a strong beat
I am so ardent for his astonishingly
Breathtaking machoness
Preoccupied with his hypnotic phenomenality

Gawk at him as he pulls his pants down
Pierce into me with his turgid throbber
Ram my ample backside deep
Make me scream aloud
Dig deep in my guts

Make me see it in my belly
Smack my seductive buns
Grab my neck, flex his beefy biceps
While he ***** me with maximum power
With reciprocating motion

Got me blitzed on coke
Subject to the control
Of his mind-blowingly
Awe-inspiring dopeness
Loving his ****** potency

The way he gazes at me
With his enchanting, gleaming indigo eyes
Smoke my soul
Discharge his milky concoction
Deep in my desire hollow
Travis Green Aug 2023
His sophisticatedly styled sensationalness
Delights and overpowers me
He brings joy to my core
The more he locks me
In his durable arms

He draws me to his strong
And rugged features
His aesthetic competence
The unprecedented eminence
Of his remarkably suave masculinity

I treasure his delectableness
Like seared bacon perfection
How he seamlessly weaves me
Into his heavenly world
Of eye-catching attractions

So ruggedly majestic
So untamedly gorgeous
So gleamingly-lit
And manlicious to the wire
My artfully crafted marvel
My exquisitely delicious sauce boss

I wanna be the naked poetry
Written all over his mesmerizing flesh
Wrapped in his charismatically attractive magicalness
Passionately engrossed in his machoness
He rules my senses

Runs his fingers up and down
My luscious sun-kissed frame
Make me blossom
Like honey-hued flowers
Like a tranquil shining beach
newborn Mar 2022
i’ve wanted to fly
ever since i was a little kid
but i never realized that if i could i would be the center of attention
i could be taken advantage
i am so exhausted of being the highlighted
on a planet i never wanted to be associated with
now, i would like to be invisible
the shrugs and shoulders that would bump me on my way to class
but i wouldn’t mind that
the cloak of protection from the deadly weapons and teeth that all strangers bear
free and safe from the paranormal stares from the ghosts that have occupied my mind for years
walking alone
with no one to hurt
what can be bad about that?
i know outgoing never suited me well
i know being noticed was awkward never swell
and i know in the bones of the people i know
that they want me gone
so i will do them all a favor
and become invisible
i know for a fact that no one would notice i had disappeared
they would all forget what i looked like while i would watch them with sorrowful eyes
sipping soda
sitting sophisticatedly
as the bokeh lights blur even more
drowning in the silent whispers and the drool made by my tongue from trying to make sounds
invisibility would hurt me
but not as much as the brush to the side hair clippings falling
from me
parts of me are crashing and dying ever so slowly
but they still are
i’ve always wanted to be invisible therefore i could ruin my own life, but not even come close to affecting others
a burden, would be the official definition, and i fit it like a glove
hiding away never seemed to hurt anyone
disappearing is mostly for humanity’s greater good
so no, i don’t wanna fly like a pelican in the florida sky
i am not made for that elegant flight type of life
my roots were made in the sewers
muck, murk, and waste
deep down below, i always knew no one loved me
i just wanted to prove myself wrong
prove to the world that i wasn’t just a detriment stepping into all the puddles
but it turns out i am
i have always been a detriment
shielding myself with an arm that didn’t deflect any enemies or spiders  
climbing into my skull
and claiming it as their own
invisible so nobody can see me get eaten alive by the monsters under my bed
chewed strategically by the monsters that dictate my head
i honestly think i was God’s mistake
and He regrets placing me on the earth now
clutching his fingers and almost cursing watching the security camera footage of me
but that’s enough!
i wanna be invisible
harming my own personal self on the inside
nobody knows
nobody wants to know
but i can’t care or say anything because i am invisible
melting away
as dust scatters off of me
gone with the flush of a last tear
tumbling
silence
a tree fell down in the woods
and no one was around to hear it
so it didn’t even make a sound.
i thought i was ok
3/1/22

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