poetry

Is it still a haiku if it rhymes?

who needs poetry
when all it takes is just three
little words from me


Sakeena

You can call me a dreamer,
But when I think of Sakeena,
My thoughts should be cleaner,
As I reach for my wiener,
My heart in a fever,
And growing obscener,
Wishing I was between her
Thighs, getting deeper,
Like a huge paddle steamer,
Wanting only to please her,
And make her a screamer,
A laughing hyena,
Who’ll know nothing finer
Than when I kiss her
Hot, wet mouth.


You give my soul a hard-on

you give my soul a hard-on,
you make my heart erect,
my being throb and pulsate,
my very core erupt.

you make my psyche tingle,
you make my mind inflate,
my life force squirt and dribble,
my spirit ejaculate.


All Sticky

when i kiss your lips,
i want to taste my cum.
when i lick your tits,
i want to taste your cunt.

when you fuck my face,
i want you to stink.
when i lick your arse,
i want you to reek.

when i taste your flesh,
i want it sweaty.
when i kiss your breasts,
i want them all sticky.


Hunger

i wanna eat you
in the crude sense
not the literal one
‘though
i do wanna lick you
all over your body
and taste your sweat
and
i wanna smell you
inhale your stink
sup from your cunt
but
i will eat you until you cry
with pleasure and i
am full


Please

drown in my pain.
let it fill you up,
breathe it in,
inhale it,
drink it,
shower in it.

let my pain
drench you
in pleasure,
feast on it,
drip to it.

come to my screams,
get high on my begging,
explode every time
you say no,
every time
you take more
of me.

bathe in my pain,
let it
cleanse you
and fulfill you,
crave it,
need it
take it all.

fuck yourself deep
with my agony,
caress your clit
with my fear.

see me finished
and broken
and know
you’ve only
just begun.

please.


The power of thought

I think of you often.
I think of you,
Long and hard.
Thoughts rise up,
Ideas bubble,
My imagination tingles
With electric visions.
My mind throbs
And then erupts,
Thoughts fly
And flow,
Dribbling down
And over my soul,
Thoughts so
Hot and sticky
I can taste them.


i was born alone

there is no one
i will ever know
like i know me

i am alone

i touch others
and feel their touch
like a bubble

i will be alone

if i can’t love me
then how
can i love another

i will die alone

maybe then i will get
to know me
or not

as the case may be


Nothing sexier

there is nothing
sexier for me,
than a woman
writing dirty poetry.


Everyfuckingwhere

i wanna lick you
everyfuckingwhere.

lick your shoulders
and your neck,
lick your feet,
and lick your hair.

lick your belly
and your toes,
lick your asshole,
lick your nose.

lick your chin
and lick your back,
lick your nostrils,
lick your crack.

lick your ears
and your eyes,
lick your pussy,
lick your thighs.

lick your knees
and your armpits,
lick your elbows,
lick your tits.