"unbuckling" poems
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**Him
sits in an arm chair
slouched and relaxed,
watching her
with a glass of whiskey
in his hand**
~
Her
lays on the bed
naked, long legs spread
watching him
watching her.
~
**Him
asks her to do
what he had
been dreaming of
even before seeing her naked.
Beautiful scenery**
~
Her
strokes light and feathery, at first
delicate fingers tracing
up and down
while the other hand
on her breast
tipping her nip
~
**Him
mesmerized by the show
he takes a sip of whiskey
the burn does not compare to
the burn growing in his pants**
~
Her
dips a finger inside,
spreading the glistening liquid
found across her inner lips
increasing the pressure
and moving from side to side
~
**Him
doesn’t know where to look
as she concentrates
on her ******
pulling at the tip
she gnaws her bottom lip
he settles on her eyes**
~
Her
picks up speed,
the circles of her fingers
smaller and smaller,
focusing on her pearl
shallow breaths growing rapid
as she nears her peak
~
**Him
slips out of his shirt
he starts to sweat
unbuckling his pants
to release
the growing pressure**
~
Her
tilts her hips
finding the optimal position
to intensify her pleasure
~
**Him
holds his breath
to hear the
gasping of her breath**
~
Her
eyes on him, longingly,
back arches,
head falls back
and lips part
“Oh God”
in heavy breath
~
**Him
“Amazing”
whispers unsure he said it aloud**
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
my breath smells like whiskey,
my clothes smell like smoke,
you told me i smell like i could use a ride home.
driving, driving.
you passed my road.
no, babe, it's up here, I know where to go.
don't call me that, don't, don't.
where are you going?
then the car slowed.
my parents will call soon,
where is my phone?
you dropped it on the floor, babe, right by your toes.
i can't find it, where is it?
they'll think i'm alone.
you've got me with you, babe, don't fuss,
I'll get you home.
what are you doing?
babe, I’m just stopping for a smoke.
you light your 100s
but i just want to go home.
babe, it's hot, why don't you take off your clothes?
please, please. don't,
don't.
would you put out your cigarette?
i'm going to smell like smoke.
you were smoking all night, babe, I don't like your tone.
why are you unbuckling? can't you just go?
shut up, babe, will you? don't you want to get home?
my pleas, so muted and alone,
screamed at you to stop while i inhaled your cologne.
your body was warm, intentions hard as stone,
you unzipped my shorts,
your hands were ice cold
and sent paralyzing shivers down to my bones.
i wanted you to stop but how could you have known?
you never gave me a chance to tell you
that i just wanted to go home.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Beauty and the beast
Their situation a bit thorny
Please, wait! don't go!
I promise this wont be corny!
This fairy tale is quite disturbing
The plot, quickly, you are learning
About a girl oh-so deserving
And a Beast quite unnerving
Bell, which translates to "beauty"
Had quite the unlucky dad
For he promised her a rose
But came back with empty hand
Now, during his return
He stumbles upon a castle
Where hospitality awaited him
So, who was he to hassle?
While unbuckling his belt
And unbuttoning his clothes
He noticed something beautiful
Something called a rose
The most beautiful one he wanted to pluck
But, instead, he should have ducked
Because the Beast, he had much better luck
And Bells father was forced to give her up
Bell willingly lived with the beast
Where every night there was a feast
There was no passion, to say the least
But their friendship would never cease
Bell eventually became homesick
But the beast had his ways
He said she could see her family
But had to return in 7 days
Before sending Bell on her way
The beast gave her 2 things
One an enchanted mirror
The other an enchanted ring
Use this mirror to see me
Whenever you want to be near
But turn this ring three times
And instantly you'll be here
Jealous of her well being
Bells sisters lead her astray
Wanting the Beast to grow angry
They beg of her to stay
After feeling so much guilt
Bell looks into the mirror
Not only to find the Beast half dead
She uses the ring to see it clearer
The Beast is lying on the ground
His breath is weak, he makes no sound
Belle can't believe what she had found
She Screamed "I love you Beast, I love you now!"
The tears struck the beast
And he transformed into a prince!
He tells her about the fairy
Who turned him into this
I've found my true love
The curse was finally broken from me
My dearest Bell, Darling
Your love has awoken me you see
I used to be angry
So my fate was then sealed
But with your love and your faith
Our true beauty was revealed
You see this story has a moral
In order to live Happily ever after
You must look beyond the growl
And begin to cherish the laughter
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 6:30 PM UTC
Once upon a time
when time was splinted
time broken in mystic rhythms
the unbuckling of time
The kind years are now over
what you sow is what you reap
so know you are just liken to me
full of lies and conspiracy theories
Oh yes once upon a time
oh that blood line
not of body
but of soul
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
funnel cake **** snakes shaking baby bubbles
mad lady **** parts leaking farts like a hen
when men **** they tend to start chuckling
unbuckling their pants they dance to the bathroom
Pushed too hard?
P.U.
you act like you didn't just poo.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
First off, hello beautiful (forehead kiss)
I have some questions to ask you
Nooot too many like Fifty’s 21
But just enough to get you close to nuttin’
Can I pin you up against the wall
Holding your hands tight enough to keep you from squirming
Loose enough to let you feel safe
Can I kiss you passionately
While our tongues do a dance
Gah’damn Kadi, them lips put me in a trance
Tongues sliding, lip biting, sliding this snake down ya throat
The way you kiss me, keeps me coming back for mo’
Grabbing you by the throat to give you every piece of it
Then whispering in ya ear how bad I can’t wait to get a taste of it
Slowly working my way down all that ******* chocolate skin of yours
Nope, gotta come back up and give you some more
With my hand, I’m gently playin with ya *******
Not too much cause ion wanna it to tickle
Just get rock hard so I can **** and nibble
Running my hand up and down ya thighs
Yeah you know, I’m waiting for the surprise
Gently unbuckling ya button
Can I touch it
I wanna feel how wet you are
I wanna feel the warmth
Gah’damn Kadi, you turn me on
I wanna excite you a little, to hear you moan
My fingers massaging ya ****
Now you moaning in my ear talkin’bout you want some of Chinka stroke
Ooooh and I wanna give it to you, just not yet
I haven’t finished playing wit’chu and you ****** dripping wet
You wanna taste it
Or can I have it all to myself
Gah’damn Kadi, wha’chu got me feelin’, I’ain neva felt
****** my fingers clean
You grab my hand and lead me to the next scene………..
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
[Summer's Over (Sammy Adams Remix) by JAYLIEN & Sammy Adams playing in the background.]
Come here baby
let me keep you warm
let me wrap my arms around you
let me hold you while I kiss the nape of your neck
let me give you the feeling of passion and pleasure
feel me as I'm breathing into your ear
feel me as I am kissing you beneath your earlobes
"Mmm baby" you say
before we know it
I'm unbuttoning your jeans
slowly sliding them off of your beautiful hips
and down your **** legs
you grab me by my waist and take my shirt off
you throw me on the bed
you start kissing my neck
as you are unbuckling my belt
unzipping my pants
you kiss my neck harder
making me moan
as you're rubbing on my *******
so tender, so gentle, so sweet
I roll over on top of you
you lay beneath me
staring deeply into my eyes
smiling while softly biting your finger
with that alluring look in your eyes
you cup my face in your hands
as I lean in to kiss you
we share a deep, passionate French kiss
as our lips are still pressed together you whisper
"I want you."
you begin reaching into my boxers
gently massaging my **** with your hands
"I want your **** you whisper to me
You take my hands and put them right above your g string
"Take it off baby." you say
I start pulling your ******* off
kissing you from hip to hip
you moan softly
you then sit up, grab my face and continue to kiss me so passionately
caressing my body with your sweet, tender hands
rubbing all over my shoulders and back.
"You got a **** back you know that?" you said as you chuckled
"Has anyone ever told you that?" you asked
"I don't hear that very often but thanks lol." I said as I chuckled back
"Oooh and you have a **** *** too... lol"
you said as you squeezed my *** and gave it a light smack
you lean in and whisper in my ear
"Everything is gonna be alright, baby."
you then continue to kiss my neck
as I moan passionately into your ear.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
Crescendo rising to torture the orchestral lull
Broke backed break beats, hound the exhumed hull
Waltzing off with the sounds of silver
Revoked in half measures by a cold sweat shiver
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The aft bowed to its keel,
Scorpion shaped contorted steel.
It’s crescent figure draped on the horizon
Lulled to sleep by the house paid siren.
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Sloppy soaked balsa kicks back reverence through the feed
Cracks in crackling, evident of disintegration in the reed.
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Poppy poked ventricles provoke elegance through need
Rats in shackling, petulant for the absolution required to concede
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Unbuckling at middays light
Caustically aware of approaching night
Collective need provokes a search for a scout
No one wants to leave their stash in the middle of a drought
……………………………………………………………………………………
Crashed and burned on grassless shoals
A boat full of users without goals
Left to withdrawal on barren land,
Hollow shores of endless sand
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Is the color of unrequited love
It is the teasing of petals surrounding nothing
The temporary watercolor disguise rubs off onto fingertips
And the thorns are brutal knives drawing translucent tears
Drain me of feeling, oh God, if you are really out there
I didn't choose this destiny, let me try again
I'm going to Oz to get a refund
For this heart beats much too fast, and is tiring me
Life would be so simple hollow
It's not like I needed you, it's not like that
I saw you and you saw me
Together I felt, the stars were in reach
But those constellations are now just as fake as the ones on your ceiling
And my arms, they reach farther than yours and create huge shadows on the walls
That end up swallowing all the light
I only know how to save the world with love
And apparently it's never enough
If I had to say I was sorry for something
It would've been my passion
Because its poisonous plagues destroy everything
They say to, be careful what you wish for
But
My greatest strength is my absolute weakness
And sometimes I would give anything to do without this depth
Without my ultra-sensitive x-ray vision WARNING flashing on the screen
I could be oblivious again
I miss believing in everything and knowing nothing
Even though I always look back and blame it on myself
But I can't delete my senses as easily as I delete all our pictures
And all the beautiful empty words you said
Even when they all took place I was conscious of savoring
Because I somehow knew they may be the last
While you slept, I stayed awake and silently wept
Like that man in your story, was it too late?
I held on tight like it was the nearing end of a roller-coaster ride
While you were nonchalantly unbuckling the safety belt
Gladly stepping off the platform
Leaving me behind
Struggling to stand right-side-up after being so upside-down
I am still dizzy
My feelings irritate my skin
I want to flick them away like mosquitos
But they are deeply barreled and eating me away
And I
Can't
Stop
Itching.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
actuated lust im dangerous
nobody in space time knows what we're doing
its taboo darling
sweet suckling, unbuckling
she and him and me and her
******* over over
again
forget the stacks and ask no questions
live like ya gone
agonal, in the moment
detached retina against the glass
and lights appear to be on fire
easy comin as she does it
rollin under juicy thunder
the salts of my composure
leakin from my porous structures
leaving from me like a rock
that is my physical elixir
tape it on the imagr
hashtag @ lucifer
on tube hollerin at my girl
i want to trend just like zelda
hit ya with a face melta
blow up on their youtube
for seven seasons off the bat
and when im at the party
all the girlies will sit on my,
eh, it isnt what i live for like tools on MTV
give me sunshine to recondition your condition on BET
i contracted some system disease from way too much TMZ
and my condition is conditioned by youtube conspiracy
i cant relate i am afraid
of what is hiding up my sleeves
i hit the brains
and bust the **** off this run away train called
the radio whenever the news of the day is some dumb *** **** or some ferrari driving ***** that has her own ****** up slave drama telivision series.
we are so angry
inside computers inside of us inside
a web of statistic dimentia
and **** yourself if you ask
"der, i dunno. what is normal"
you *******
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
The clock ticks in tandem with the light hum of the mornings breeze.
Its peaceful melody a stark contrast to the crimson soaked greens of the field.
The weight of one's world can only be bared for so long.
And so, his knees crash into the dirt, sweat gathering on his brow and tears streaming down his face.
Open fields and open wounds. Dead people and dead weight.
This checker board reality that has been playing out for nine long years.
Slowly he feels it, the sun peaks over the mountains, beams of radiant light streaming in the air.
A worn page slowly turned to the end of a chapter, only to find blank parchment.
His armor weighs heavy on tired shoulders,
and he has become thirsty for the innocence that once flowed from him so excessively
When his hands join him collapsed and kneeling,
air fills lungs that kept stale breaths close to heart, a repetitive routine, safe and normal.
The chapter closes and with it a blood stained sword is wrenched from the body it had made its home.
Droplets of red turn black with the sliding pressure of a ballpoint pen carving the first words on a fresh page.
"I have come far. From a child I have been forged in the flames of my mind, wicked and stinging, the pain of days gone by whipped and chiseled the rough edges that have carried me this far. This is my story, dear reader, like any other I have faced the world the best I can and I have faced my demons, but most of all I have faced myself. The dark thoughts behind fiery eyes that have told me "no" and I shouted "yes!".
"This is my story, the tale of a man who was still a boy. Of great treasure stolen and new treasure regained, worth more than the cold gold coin, a currency infinite in reward for it is the strength that carries me forward. The lessons learned ink my skin with a map to my treasure that I have learned to cherish, for X marks my heart!"
The sun risen over the mountains, blazing and hot, shimmering off dulled and scuffed armor.
Unbuckling piece by piece, the metal falls from him, the burdens of the past settling into the warming grass.
Shield and sword in hand, like the sun, he too rises.
The haunting past becomes the dewy fog at his feet, experiences worthy of memory at his back,
he takes the next step.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
forcing your invitation
beyond my lap
are we too fuckable?
stuffed and posed, i’m pretty now
permission to stare at my weak mouth
worthless, worthless
internal assurance,
only proven with sad pap-smears
so the sound track is a belt unbuckling
dragging it ****** across my face
dripping *****
rot covers the bridge of my nose
smiling, pleased at your product
and Satan grabbing at my cage
supporting my head,
scratching at the pretty ankles
searching beneath this gushing blood
getting off from the sound of it
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
I heard your footsteps
My heart dropped to my guts
I pray to god to end my life
Then to go threw this stuff
The touch of your hands
Felt I was being shot
WITH A GUN
The sound of your belt
UNBUCKLING
Felt like a life sentence in
ONE
You left me with no awards no heavy metals
To place back on the shelf
Just a destroyed book
labeled
FORGIVE YOURSELF
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC