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Irma Cerrutti Apr 2010
Ta-ta Norma Drainpipe
Though I never shagged you at all
You ****** the rhythm to ******* yourself
While those around you ate crow
They schlepped out of the cleavage
And they ******* into your crumpet
They ******* you on the rowing machine
And they copulated you **** your three *****

And it seems to me you tasted your *****
Like a cigarette lighter in the diarrhoea
Never knowing who to stick it out to
When the ooze congeal from the top drawer
And I would have liked to have had carnal knowledge of you
But I was just a twit
Your cigarette lighter exploded spew out long before
Your whiff never blewout

Stiffness was sticky
The gristliest fat part you ever nibbled
Hollywood cobbled together a wizzofrog
And ******* was the corkage you greased
Even when you conked out
Oh the lubricator still molested you
All the skeletons had to jabber
Was that Marilyn was ***** flashy the starkers

Ta-ta Norma Drainpipe
from the virginal wombat in the twenty—second ghetto
Who smells you as meat as above par than scatological
Olé! than frank our Marilyn Monroe
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
To entertain
means to be starkers
and dance with veils,
to exoticize war
and tremble in
a thousand rhythms.
Bejeweled as a spy,
nevertheless,
don't know why.
Eye of the day,
and a dozen matchlocks
had me inertly settle
upon my knees,
before bending at my waist
to take one last look
at the fiery heavens.
Thomas W. Case's Historical Figure Poetry Challenge, Mata Hari.
Donall Dempsey Jun 2015
THE POWER OF PRAYER

Top blouse button goes ping!
“Oh! That sort of thing is always happening! ”
Happen again...please!

I CANNOT TELL A LIE!

Ravishing cleavage!
“Are you looking at my *******? ”
“Yes!  Oh yes...oh yes! ”

NATURAL JEWEL

A trickle of sweat
comes to rest between her *******.
Natural jewel!

NEVER VERY GOOD AT  CARDS

Playing Strip Poker.
You fully clothed  &  me
completely...starkers!

THERE MUST BE SOMETHING YOU’RE GOOD AT?

So...playing Strip SnAP!
Huh! Slightly evens things up!
I’m quick  &  you’re ****!

BLISS

A cascade of hair
covers & uncovers where
her lips leave kisses.

STRIKING THE FIRST BLOW.

“So...hello” she smiled.
“It didn’t look like you would
say hello, so...hello! ”

ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING I SHOULD ALREADY KNOW?

Your breast touches my
arm by mistake on purpose.
You smile – all knowing.

SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY IN THE POSH RESTAURANT.

As I order                  wine
your foot teases my   crotch.
“Yes...the...Char...don...ay! ”

SHE’S GOT IT ALL *******!

“Can you tie my lace? ”
she plonks her foot in my lap
parts her legs & laughs.

HARD NOT TO BE.

Ever so gently
you brush against me softly.
“Oh! You’re so – hard! ”

PUBLIC MENACE

Walking down the road
you stop...adjust stocking top
as cyclist crashes.

SURPRISE...SURPRISE!

Clothes lie scattered on
each successive step of stairs:
You...naked - in bed!

SUNLIGHT DAZZLES THE WATER

Cradling our bodies
the boat rocks us back & forth
...gently...making...love.

HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU KID!

Watch Casablanca
cry: tell you you're my girl...you
tell me I'm your guy!

HOW CAN WE TELL THE DANCER FROM THE DANCE?

She dances naked
dressed only in the sound of
wind chimes & bracelets.

Husband & Wife Team

Party! And your ****
pops out...and I...pop it back!
I'm handy like that.

HAVING TEXT

“X X X “ she texts
& yes...he feels it as if
they were real kisses.

HOPE SHE REMEMBERED TO WASH HER HANDS

She, prim as a pin:
emerges from the LADIES
skirt tucked in knickers.


THE PAPER  RESPONDS TO THE POEM

Writes a poem for me
about my naked body
on my bare bottom.

BECOMING MUSIC

You in a tutu
and...little else: my eyes wild
dancing with delight.

MY FAVOURITE FLAVOUR

Edible knickers?
Tasty! My favourite flavour..?
Mmmmmmm...you... you... you...you!

NOW, YOU'RE DECENT AGAIN!

Sewing button on..
your head near my crotch - you bite
the thread... job well done!

IN THE COLOURING BOOK OF OUR LOVE

Black painted toenails
beetles on a red carpet
white lake of spilt milk
YOU’LL CATCH  YOUR DEATH...HERE PUT ON THIS!

Caught in that shower
you dry my male attire
as I wear your dress.

INDEX RISES

Your fluffy white towel
falls: reveals all your assets!
Stock market goes up!

WHEREFOR ART THOU?

Lost in reverie
she combs her beautiful hair
remembering...him!

YOU MUST REMEMBER THIS?

How can I forget..?
Kisses taste of Chardonnay
Camel cigarettes.

SOME LIKE IT HOT!

Boil kettle for tea
make love instead...as water
turns itself to steam!

ESSENTIAL FOOTWEAR

Knickers & fishnets
stuffed into the left hand shoe
****/lighter in the right

HOT STUFF! '

The height of summer!
You in that little blue dress
...my ice cream melting!

REQUIRED VIEWING

I watch you watching
T.V. Soap(in the ****) .
Me... just glued...to you!

PRIVATE MEMBERS ONLY!

Oh! An *******
(kind of thing that grows on you)                        
Handy thing to have!

DIRECTIONS: YOU ARE HERE!

Go straight on into
your dreams: turn right at Love &
find yourself...in me.

How To Decide What To Get Him For A Present

She remembers how
he stroked...kissed.. her thighs: & buys
- the most shocking tie!

I Knew You'd Find It In The Bath! -

Note in a bottle
tells you: 'I'm shipwrecked in bed
...come & rescue me! '

EMPTY ENVELOPE

Eh? What can it mean?
Next letter explains: ' Sorry...
forgotl to put...letter in!

INTOXICATION

You pour me a drink
from your mouth to my mouth &
I am drunk on you.

IN LOVE WITH THE RAIN

The umbrellas merge
become as one as they fall
in love & puddles

* *

Laughter & chatter
the share the same umbrella
totally in love.

* *

Heads joined at forehead
lovers walking & talking
not noticing...rain.

JAILBREAK

Trapped in fluffy towels
one breast tries to escape but
gets stuffed   back inside.

INDEX RISES!

Your fluffy white towel
falls: reveals all your assets!
Stock market goes up!

KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU

A curtain of hair
hides that knowing look I know
you are giving me!

Coming To A Haiku Near You!

Yes! Appearing on
Brighton pavilion...a kiss
starring me & you!

Death By Telephone

The phone rings & it's:
...not you! Rings again - still not
you! What will I do!

'Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! ' - A Haiku

Naked, she drinks milk
...spills out of mouth...over *******.
She grins: 'Ya want...some? ! '
Terry Collett Jul 2013
Ed Sutcliffe said
he saw his cousin
walk from bathroom
to bedroom (not his)

starkers
nigh on
had to push
my eyes back in

the sockets
he added
you muck pig
O’Brien said

you did it
on purpose
so you could
have a gawk

I never did
it was just
one of those things
never in a month

of Sundays
would I have gawked
Sutcliffe said
is she worth

the gawking?
you asked
o to be sure she is
O’Brien said

would Eddie here
be gawking
at a titless wonder?
no to be sure

she’s got to be worth
the eye strain
but not my cousin
Sutcliffe said

I’d not be waiting
outside the bathroom
to gawk at her
coming out

so say you Succy
you lecherous bronco
I think I saw her once
you said

hasn’t she got
white blonde hair
like yourself
and more curves

than the figure eight?
no
Sutcliffe said
that’s not her

that’s my mother
you’ve seen
you don’t gawk
your mother

do you Eddie?  
O’Brien said
what you take me for
of course not

Sutcliffe said
he’s just joking
with you
you said

nothing meant
Sutcliffe walked ahead
in a strop
four letter words

coming over
his thin shoulder
poor old Eddie
you sure take

the *****
out of him
you said
ah it’s nothing

O’Brien said
he’ll get over it
as the bishop
got over the actress

and sure enough
as soon as you all
reached the school gates
Sutcliffe was his old self

wanting a quick drag
on O’Brien’s smoke
thinking all
the old patter
as one huge joke.
Mizzy Apr 2016
Drawn to the privacy of the quiet beach,
And the deafening roar of the waves,
To the mangled shells, and seagull screech,
We surrendered to our bodies, like slaves.

For that seaside was our wild and secret love place,
With our toes we drew hearts in the shale,
A bunch of seaweed she smeared in my face,
I splashed water on her bare bosoms pale.

The sea spray bit cold on our naked skin,
As she teased and taunted so well,
Her magnetic curves how they drew me in,
Like the ocean I did seethe and swell.

Goose bumps crawled on our bodies entwined,
As the harsh wind caressed from the South,
We groped for heat from desires combined,
And the warm saline taste of our mouths.

The moonlight danced high as the sea did ebb,
Our spent bodies now bared to the sky,
The traces of our love play on the rippled sandy bed,
Not even the waves could deny.

We lay starkers on the strand, no madding crowds,
Still flirting in the naughty nip,
Our only company the shadows of the clouds,
And the drone of a distant ship.

Alas ! Our bliss was destined to fade,
Ne'er again to converge in the tide,
The moon no more a ****** to lust displayed,
When mad youths their pleasures not hide.

Memories now so vivid, I could nearly touch,
The tangles in her wild windswept hair,
Or taste those lips that I miss so much,
As across the barren beach I stare.
Teen memories.
She loves enormously
the very last demeanor of desolate sun,

the way stars undergoes the distance
and all the tussle they had with moon,

She faith not in earth,
not those peeps which appears famish right after having regale,

She wail not at funerals now
for god has whispered truth
and kept her arouse
from seven lethally sleep,

The way she perforated and annihilated his heart,
The way she gave her clangers the name of freedom,
The way she opted the arms of her paramour and made him watch that in the downpour of October,
The way she sheered without any au- revoir and burned him breathing,

he loved anyway,

That night was black
the sky was plenary,
the moon was serene,
under the aged tree,
her hand over his chest, starkers
they were slumbering, commingling two soul,
that was the final night,
that was their final powwow,

After that night ' My mom kept continue the yarn',
there was no her and no he,

Before any toughie comes in my cerebrum she ended it saying ,

"She shot his head
And cut her vein
for they mastered their devotion
they conquered their fate
when they found them under the pines
blood was everything that left "
Michael John Dec 2023
a throne..

iii

one of our favourite stories
was the emperors new clothes
the foolhardiness of adults

their vanity and pomposity
their gullibility o
look at me!

parading by
look at the emperor
his suit is so fine, see!?

i should say!
he was starkers?!
(the herd..)

it takes a child to
speak the truth
to say the blinding

obvious-
the emperor was
en deshabille..!!?

(meanwhile..on their
sunbeds
two swarthy  tailors slept..)
The victim

I was in my fifties when women found me desirable
and I became a victim of their lust.
The wife of a friend of mine came in as I came out
of the bathroom starkers.
I'm a moral person, but this was a situation unavoidable
so we ended up in bed until she fainted.
Women talk, I got a call from a woman who had a swimming pool
in the back yard, I drove there, but she wanted more
and more she got until she exhausted fell asleep.
I drove home, and my old girlfriend was outside my house
she was drunk, wanted more wine, I gave it to her, and she demanded
***, happily she fell asleep when she awoke she thought
we had had ***, she had a shower and wanted white wine
before driving home kissing me warmly asked me if she was
good in bed reassured her she was the best.
It was as my *** life had reached a crescendo, a heart surgery
stabilized my emotional life, I should have taken the women
to court, I had only wanted to be friendly
and they used my goodness to their vantage, but it is too late
but I can complain to ME TOO movement

— The End —