Posts tagged “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.


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.


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.


Tomorrow

tie me up
and use me,
abuse me, please.
find my edge
and then find yours.
take us both beyond
what we know,
beyond what
we ever should.
make we wait,
make me beg,
make me cry
but most
make yourself wet
with my pain.
ask me
what things
disgust me the most
and make
me do them
for you.
do all these things,
do more,
if you will.
do more than
you thought you could,
but do it
knowing
just one thing;
tomorrow
i will do it to you.


Drowning

Okay,
So I can’t
Stop looking
At your tits,
And yeah,
Thinking about
Your butt
And what I would do
Drives me wild
With desire.
But really,
Its by your mind
I want to be fucked.
The beautiful mix
Of sadism
And sweetness
And humor,
The power,
The fun.
I want
To be slave
To your
Imagination
And die
Drowning
In my own cum.


An old favourite

 

Word whore

i want to write
something dirty to you
make you come with my words
i really do

line by line
and letter by letter
every pulsating word
making you wetter

each dripping syllable
thrilling you more
touch yourself with my words
be my filthy word whore


You called my name

you called my name
in the pouring rain
and as i came,
you called my name.

i called you hon
as i made you come
with my flickering tongue,
i called you hon.

you called me mew
as you made my cock spew
all over you,
you called me mew.

i called you rose
in the orgasmic throws
of me squirting like a hose,
i called you rose.


Complaining

the food was awful,
i told her,
the service sucked,
i said,
the restroom was
a total disgrace,
and the parking was
fucked up.

i waited ages
for my meal,
the beer was warm,
the fish was cold,
and what she said
when i complained…
she said “sorry but
i don’t work here.”

more nifty noems


Laptop in for repair

With my laptop gone
I’ll get no posts done
But I’ve still got my phone
And its a smart one
So I could write a poem
And sit in the sun
But I can’t be fucked


Reblog: Word whore

more word whoring


Ode to masturbation

bash the bishop, spank the monkey,
slap the salami and tickle your pickle.
by any other name
it would be just as beautiful.

polish the pearl, pump the keg.
slam the clam and beat the meat.
by and other name
it would be just as sweet

clap your clit and flick your bean
jack off, jill off, hit the slit
whatever you call it
just fucking do it

inspired by this wonderful piece


Fuck


A lover of noetry

he was known for his noetry
and his uncanny ability
to find words that didn’t rhyme
quite exactly

he said that noetry
was nothing like chemistry
where things have to rhyme
most precisely

he was a lover of noetry
and also notography
where finding words that rhyme
wasn’t important

he would write his noetry
while seated on the lavatory
and sometimes he didn’t even
finish them properly

more nifty noetry


Reblog: The cranky dove


Words are your lover

words are your lover
words are hot
words turn you on –
throb and fill you up

words satisfy
words excite
words get you wet –
make you come at night

words hold you close
words adore
words have you beg –
make you their whore

more


Word whore

i want to write
something dirty to you
make you come with my words
i really do

line by line
and letter by letter
every pulsating word
making you wetter

each dripping syllable
thrilling you more
touch yourself with my words
be my filthy word whore


Standing

standing 69s are great
ʇıɟ ǝʇınb ǝq oʇ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ʇnq
make sure he doesn’t drop you
ʇıq ɐ ǝʇınb ʇɹnɥ uɐɔ ʇı ǝsnɐɔ,

a standing 69 is cool
unɟ sı ʎluıɐʇɹǝɔ ʇı
but make sure that close you eyes
ɯnɔ ʇɐɥʇ llɐ ɹoɟ ʇno ɥɔʇɐʍ


Three noems

1. is this
the shortest noem
ever?

2. no,
this
is.

3. is
not!

more noetry can be found here


Wavelength

Hot red lips,
Beckon wetly,
In the shade
Of the orange grove,
Protected from
The yellow glow
of the burning sun,
Our bodies tremble,
Like the green leaves
Above us.
Reflected
In the blue of your eyes,
The indigo sky
And our violet lust.

another wavelength


Dripping

To kiss your lips,
hot and red,
to stroke them
with my fingertips.
To see your mouth,
open an wet,
dripping with my cum.

To kiss your breasts,
soft and warm,
to stroke them
with my prick.
To see your tits,
open and wet,
dripping with my cum.

To kiss your clit,
throbbing and hard,
to stroke it
with my tongue.
To see your pussy,
open and wet,
dripping with his cum.


Distance

the distance is fun
exciting
and exotic

at first

until you fall in love

then it becomes sad
and painful
and lonely

until

you finally meet

and your dreams come true
or not
as

the case

may be