"textually" poems
I look young
I think you mean younger
To you I am older
Decided to take the chance?
Fought my conscience
Like, this is risky, but **** me anyway
I could see how bad you wanted more
Knew I could convince you
You know I can be very gentle
Needed to be possessed by you
Feel it, **** it and I will love it
You’re like a drug or something
Had to give into having you
And you’re delicious
You’re just as bad
I’m a freaky little chick
An insatiable ravenous ****
Bad boy this morning….
Pretty naughty little girl
Love when you talk that way
You look up at me on your knees
Bend my limbs and love me deeply
I love to hear you beg
I love when you give in
I love when you follow orders
I’d do anything you asked
Four or five times a day
Amazing the way you please me
I make you want it
Can I sit on your lap?
You just enjoy turning me on
I’d tease your fingertips...
And making me sweat
Poor thing, embrace it
You get hot. I get hot.
I think you ****** me up
Didn’t mean to **** you up
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
Be careful all you free-versin’ poetic hook-up artists and practitioners of unprotected textual *********** There are pernicious poetic maladies out there online. Casual cruising of ****** sites might infect your soul with bad verse. The wages of sin is death; but I would spare you AND your muse any viral regrets.
Random coupling with unstructured lines you just picked up at some postmodern poetry site is NOT a healthy lifestyle in the long run. Go ahead–-call me a Victorian ***** Make fun of meter and rhyme schemes. Hoot at message-oriented versification. Throw inchoate drivel in my face… but when you come down with a compromised semantic system or an embarrassing case of nihilistic verborrhea, don’t come crying to me.
This has been a poetic public health reminder.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC