Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2016 3:52am
WINNER
crimsin (Unveiling)
crimsin (Unveiling)
psychedelic
Poetry Contest Description
write something (poem, etc, whatever you want) that is either -
a. inspired by psychedelic ideas/concepts
b. about something in nature or the world of humans that you find to have psychedelic qualities
c. inspired by a psychedelic experience, or multiple (even just a stoned experience, marijuana can be very psychedelic)
or
d. anything, really. if it has psychedelic imagery, or just sounds psychedelic, bla bla bla...
not a lot of boundaries or restrictions here. completely open to interpretation
it can be as short/long/vague/specific/real/surreal as you want it to be
here's a few examples from my old account;
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/210402-a-lifetimes-journey/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/210373-a-fifth-visit/
1 month
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can't wait to read some weird and interesting stuff
Mind up high
Mind up high, obliterated
emerald waves below my feet.
Cells confined are devastated
flesh is melting to the seat.
Grant myself the gift to walk
and gaze into the never ending.
Voices of my conscience talk
and speak of all the death you're sending.
step into the ghostly ocean
rain danced softly on the breeze.
Branches sway in haunting motion
chilling me like winter freeze.
Eyes exploding, dilated
senses vacuum like black holes.
Dreams are touched and violated
finding God in faithless souls.
Vision bleeds, in darkness peering
floating gently off the ground.
In galaxies above me staring
silence buzzing all around.
Into the tunnel body drifting
suns are fusing with my core.
Time and space my thoughts are sifting
asking questions, asked before.
Hours pass in pictures knowing
fathom life beyond our own.
Stars expand in my eyes glowing
of the magic etched in bone.
Mind up high, obliterated
emerald waves below my feet.
Cells confined are devastated
flesh is melting to the seat.
Grant myself the gift to walk
and gaze into the never ending.
Voices of my conscience talk
and speak of all the death you're sending.
step into the ghostly ocean
rain danced softly on the breeze.
Branches sway in haunting motion
chilling me like winter freeze.
Eyes exploding, dilated
senses vacuum like black holes.
Dreams are touched and violated
finding God in faithless souls.
Vision bleeds, in darkness peering
floating gently off the ground.
In galaxies above me staring
silence buzzing all around.
Into the tunnel body drifting
suns are fusing with my core.
Time and space my thoughts are sifting
asking questions, asked before.
Hours pass in pictures knowing
fathom life beyond our own.
Stars expand in my eyes glowing
of the magic etched in bone.
Woodstock Experienced
I put a sweet laced sugar cube under tongue
It disolves my mind into alternate versimilitude as i drop out
Tuning in amalgamating surges of urges
simper lipped pucker just for Wavy Gravy, my ol man....
Happy hip cats are getting down
Wit dey bad
Mama jammas
My hips have a naughty mind
Of their own
So they
Sway and swing my ass out
And up and down
and i writhe with the cool kittens
Mewing with my prrrrrrr
I see......whoa dude!
I see.....🌈🌈🌈
Music wild like colors
The Colors!!!
The Colors!!!
Ooooh. ....i can use my fingers to play colors like air guitar....
Faces twist into freakish masks
Merthful grins spread into banana shaped smooch mouths twirling out
Words...
"But Are You Experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful"
Crowd of youth fueled flower power rebellion gathered
Peaceful and lovers fest
Nude "all the young dudes"
Roll in mud and mud finds crevices
I am so filthy.....fun
As freedom twists my body in unruly
Riotous grind wind exault
Wound up by paean interpretari
Dig this groovy sound
Remember what the doormouse said:
Grace Slick makes me want Gravy's tongue on my slick....
Feed your head....
Then rips....
Guitar licks by mad minstrel
Wears wild fro
And army jacket
Hendrix fingers strings
making music moan speak
Wailing volumes
Louder than the thunder of War
"O O say can you see"
Crowd roars in ironic reverie
Woolgathering while climbing higher
Together ....unity
High, I trip
High by "Lucy in the sky with Diamonds. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Auhhhhhhhhh."
I Squint through kaleidascope eyes
And see dragons get down
Leapin lizzards!
See gnomes pickpocketing
(The lil ornery scamps!)
Taking dough for floppy hats
(The buggery lil rats!)
See
What could be
Mermaids swimming around
This Happy Hippie
sea
Delerious and dropped out
A freedom beatitude
Sing out peace
Barefeet meets Earth
And toes sink in....
Now we have the time of our lives
Toss me a peace sign my darlin
Wavy Gravy
I catch it and
let it fly ✌
All the young Dudes....David Bowie
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds...John Lennon
Have you ever been experienced ...
Jimmey Hendrix
Feed your head....Jefferson Airplane
SUNSHINE
In the old time frenetics of Scooby-Doo
While the rush of the dragon flows to my brain,
I watch as you light up the next doobie-scoo
That will keep on flowing through each tiny vein.
In Care Bears' gay colors, both sticky and sweet,
No bright imitations of what your eye sees.
The kind that your mary jane cannot compete,
Hallucinations that don't grow back on trees.
But here, H.R. Pufnstuf, knows his trees well,
He dances with them ev'ry day for a song.
And yet, with young Jimmy, it was hard to tell,
Was he playing a flute, or smoking a bong?
I feel myself grinning just like a fruitcake
And Strawberry Shortcake is my very fave,
Though I'd never put her somewhere for a bake;
I'd have her for tea, and she'd be all the rave.
And if we had tea, there'd be biscuits galore,
Which means Cookie Monster invited of course!
Would Big Bird object and ask me, "Jade, what for?"
And where's Mister Snuffleupagus, or worse?!
With Sparkle & Fluttershy both in the batch,
So ev'rything looks to be dusted with them
Though not one of their colors seems to quite match,
I'll ride My Little Pony back home again.
When something's this good, you just don't want to stop,
The carousel floats in a slow-motion twirl
Whenever the tabs of yellow sunshine drop,
So life plays you tricks in its infinite whirl.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Structured as 11-syllable line count, with rhyme scheme: abab.
In the old time frenetics of Scooby-Doo
While the rush of the dragon flows to my brain,
I watch as you light up the next doobie-scoo
That will keep on flowing through each tiny vein.
In Care Bears' gay colors, both sticky and sweet,
No bright imitations of what your eye sees.
The kind that your mary jane cannot compete,
Hallucinations that don't grow back on trees.
But here, H.R. Pufnstuf, knows his trees well,
He dances with them ev'ry day for a song.
And yet, with young Jimmy, it was hard to tell,
Was he playing a flute, or smoking a bong?
I feel myself grinning just like a fruitcake
And Strawberry Shortcake is my very fave,
Though I'd never put her somewhere for a bake;
I'd have her for tea, and she'd be all the rave.
And if we had tea, there'd be biscuits galore,
Which means Cookie Monster invited of course!
Would Big Bird object and ask me, "Jade, what for?"
And where's Mister Snuffleupagus, or worse?!
With Sparkle & Fluttershy both in the batch,
So ev'rything looks to be dusted with them
Though not one of their colors seems to quite match,
I'll ride My Little Pony back home again.
When something's this good, you just don't want to stop,
The carousel floats in a slow-motion twirl
Whenever the tabs of yellow sunshine drop,
So life plays you tricks in its infinite whirl.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Structured as 11-syllable line count, with rhyme scheme: abab.
Tripping over times like these
I awoke to the dripping
of coffee off of the counter
like some Salvador Dali
mocha waterfall...
so i lay under it
my tongue bathing in the goodness
i cover my feet with pythons
& as they serpentine there way
up my thighs they awaken my snake
so i grab a pack of death sticks
& head out to the street
i go to pick a flower for you
they are all made of butterflies
that burst into flames
like chinese fireworks
on the fourth of my mind
followed by the fifth of Beethoven
& one of aged scotch
with ice from your Titanic
you always were an avalanche
cocooning us
in a swiss cabin
by the fire place
naked & writhing
in passions embers
to stardust to be viewed in the night skies
& then dropped back to earth
as paper lanterns..
i pick one up & light my cigarette
...now what was i doing
I awoke to the dripping
of coffee off of the counter
like some Salvador Dali
mocha waterfall...
so i lay under it
my tongue bathing in the goodness
i cover my feet with pythons
& as they serpentine there way
up my thighs they awaken my snake
so i grab a pack of death sticks
& head out to the street
i go to pick a flower for you
they are all made of butterflies
that burst into flames
like chinese fireworks
on the fourth of my mind
followed by the fifth of Beethoven
& one of aged scotch
with ice from your Titanic
you always were an avalanche
cocooning us
in a swiss cabin
by the fire place
naked & writhing
in passions embers
to stardust to be viewed in the night skies
& then dropped back to earth
as paper lanterns..
i pick one up & light my cigarette
...now what was i doing
This is an older one of mine i'd posted into a comp some years ago. it's a recollection to the best of my recollection. I'll give a small introductory:
Shroom town cats was a phrase coined by a guy who owned the newsagents myself and my friends would frequent. the guy was pretty cool, we could get cigarettes and skins on tab then pay for them at the end of the week. that's what he called us
anyhow, it was early September and Shroom season had just started. our spot to pick them was around a place called The hell fire club. Google it, it's an intresting place
anyhow, we'd stay around the place for some hours then walk back to town, maybe catch a movie and at the end of the night we'd go to the park where there were three small lakes
in the middle of the park, there was a mound, elevated enough to see the waters and secluded enough to catch the night sky without artifial light affecting it.
we'd lie there for hours before heading home. that's where this particular set of visions came from
Shroom town cats
Having been plucked from obscurity
and thrown accordingly
to the farthest point in the galaxy
then free falling through nebulae
in a steady oscillation
occasionally surfing on the sound waves
courting florescent illumination
pulsing with colours
that have yet to be infected
with the boundaries of an earthly prism
..whoooosh
First thoughts formed a fleeting question
that was (on reflection, and given the nature of the conversation)
secondary to the hysterics
barely being contained at liver level
Chrysanthemums, it would seem
take no joy in being plucked from the earth
nor do they have any qualms
about expressing their discontent
...whoooosh
apparently, if one looks at the world objectively
without the hindrance of continuum
everything appears crystal-like in it's clarity
this for me is the epitome
of being a cool cat in Shroom town.
nevertheless.
time is muscling itself
through the last lingers of this journey
and is poised
to place me back accordingly
to my relative obscurity
Shroom town cats was a phrase coined by a guy who owned the newsagents myself and my friends would frequent. the guy was pretty cool, we could get cigarettes and skins on tab then pay for them at the end of the week. that's what he called us
anyhow, it was early September and Shroom season had just started. our spot to pick them was around a place called The hell fire club. Google it, it's an intresting place
anyhow, we'd stay around the place for some hours then walk back to town, maybe catch a movie and at the end of the night we'd go to the park where there were three small lakes
in the middle of the park, there was a mound, elevated enough to see the waters and secluded enough to catch the night sky without artifial light affecting it.
we'd lie there for hours before heading home. that's where this particular set of visions came from
Shroom town cats
Having been plucked from obscurity
and thrown accordingly
to the farthest point in the galaxy
then free falling through nebulae
in a steady oscillation
occasionally surfing on the sound waves
courting florescent illumination
pulsing with colours
that have yet to be infected
with the boundaries of an earthly prism
..whoooosh
First thoughts formed a fleeting question
that was (on reflection, and given the nature of the conversation)
secondary to the hysterics
barely being contained at liver level
Chrysanthemums, it would seem
take no joy in being plucked from the earth
nor do they have any qualms
about expressing their discontent
...whoooosh
apparently, if one looks at the world objectively
without the hindrance of continuum
everything appears crystal-like in it's clarity
this for me is the epitome
of being a cool cat in Shroom town.
nevertheless.
time is muscling itself
through the last lingers of this journey
and is poised
to place me back accordingly
to my relative obscurity
Trip
A blot or two won't make you numb
Three or four and you'll see there's more
You'll think of life's colorful concepts
Figures, shapes, and the curious beyond
Promising indeed, so I took it
You see, I've put something under my tongue
I'm wondering, waiting for something to come
The clock ticked, nothing has happened
I have been warned not to accept candies from strangers
Jack the ripper, that sly scheming motherfucker
I sat on the couch and played some music
To pass the time and calm myself down
Until all this sorrow forms a heavy mist
So I can wallow in the sad serenading song of abyss
But I was too quick to judge you see, I think its kicking in
I feel like jumping up and down, and drifting with the wind
My soul responded and sensed an extraordinary escapade
A journey through the cosmos, a trip beyond the clouds
Straight tight curves and twisted straight roads
It is a hard climb and you'll feel every rise and fall
Finally at the peak, the highest you'll ever be
The lid is finally open and all went loose and free
Spinning, sinking, rising, floating
My face and my hands are melting
I must be dreaming or the screws inside my head are missing
Bright colors and moving pixels, lasers and halos
and walls closing in and out
Seamless patterns and guardians and entities
And ratios and fractals and everything in between
I can hear every clunk and clink and every ruckus
Every trivial banter and every obsessive laughter
Internal monologues about space and time and the void
Strange streams of thought, jumping from point to point
Occurences happening simultaneously
Arriving and leaving at the same time
The past, the present, and the future existing as one
We are the creator and the creation
Nirvana, Alpha and Omega
Then it starts to wane, slowly easing down to where it began
Crashing back to reality's sordid embrace
Like an eloquent dream fading away
Disappearing slowly like shadows in twilight
It has been a ride but nothing ever lasts
Soon you'll sleep and wake, thinking
Which is the dream?
A blot or two won't make you numb
Three or four and you'll see there's more
You'll think of life's colorful concepts
Figures, shapes, and the curious beyond
Promising indeed, so I took it
You see, I've put something under my tongue
I'm wondering, waiting for something to come
The clock ticked, nothing has happened
I have been warned not to accept candies from strangers
Jack the ripper, that sly scheming motherfucker
I sat on the couch and played some music
To pass the time and calm myself down
Until all this sorrow forms a heavy mist
So I can wallow in the sad serenading song of abyss
But I was too quick to judge you see, I think its kicking in
I feel like jumping up and down, and drifting with the wind
My soul responded and sensed an extraordinary escapade
A journey through the cosmos, a trip beyond the clouds
Straight tight curves and twisted straight roads
It is a hard climb and you'll feel every rise and fall
Finally at the peak, the highest you'll ever be
The lid is finally open and all went loose and free
Spinning, sinking, rising, floating
My face and my hands are melting
I must be dreaming or the screws inside my head are missing
Bright colors and moving pixels, lasers and halos
and walls closing in and out
Seamless patterns and guardians and entities
And ratios and fractals and everything in between
I can hear every clunk and clink and every ruckus
Every trivial banter and every obsessive laughter
Internal monologues about space and time and the void
Strange streams of thought, jumping from point to point
Occurences happening simultaneously
Arriving and leaving at the same time
The past, the present, and the future existing as one
We are the creator and the creation
Nirvana, Alpha and Omega
Then it starts to wane, slowly easing down to where it began
Crashing back to reality's sordid embrace
Like an eloquent dream fading away
Disappearing slowly like shadows in twilight
It has been a ride but nothing ever lasts
Soon you'll sleep and wake, thinking
Which is the dream?
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/purple%20hippo.jpg
ONE BAD TRIP
Come ride my purple hippo
Through a pink jungle of neon mist
Filled with monkeys full of nasty tricks
With a poet who took a nasty hit
Listen as a narrate my acid trip
ONE BAD TRIP
Come ride my purple hippo
Through a pink jungle of neon mist
Filled with monkeys full of nasty tricks
With a poet who took a nasty hit
Listen as a narrate my acid trip
dear, television (an open letter, that shouldn't be kept closed)
eyes crinkle like paper
deforming each shape that meets my pupil
sinking down back to the ocean of a bed
i float upon, under the neon stars
sitting beneath my roof and resting with me
i hopscotch among the daisies in my backyard
while it rains down snow... i forget what that's called
and my pet dog that used to be a dog, but now is a dog is here with me
and i pray i told you right
i write down notes for tomorrow
grocery shopping for the food with loud advertisements
that cant even be heard, unless my head is a speaker
75% OFF, TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE
i guess there'll always still be two people for the price of one straw
sipping a chocolate milkshake
i think im gonna make one now
and drink it with my pet dog
ill turn on my television and watch buddy holly perform
maybe dance around the stars and fall back into my oven tomorrow
so i can be just as baked as i am tonight
so let me slide on my slippers and say farewell to the purple sunset
and forever goodbye to the purple rain
ill tell the moon you said hello
-love, magda
eyes crinkle like paper
deforming each shape that meets my pupil
sinking down back to the ocean of a bed
i float upon, under the neon stars
sitting beneath my roof and resting with me
i hopscotch among the daisies in my backyard
while it rains down snow... i forget what that's called
and my pet dog that used to be a dog, but now is a dog is here with me
and i pray i told you right
i write down notes for tomorrow
grocery shopping for the food with loud advertisements
that cant even be heard, unless my head is a speaker
75% OFF, TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE
i guess there'll always still be two people for the price of one straw
sipping a chocolate milkshake
i think im gonna make one now
and drink it with my pet dog
ill turn on my television and watch buddy holly perform
maybe dance around the stars and fall back into my oven tomorrow
so i can be just as baked as i am tonight
so let me slide on my slippers and say farewell to the purple sunset
and forever goodbye to the purple rain
ill tell the moon you said hello
-love, magda
moon and me
a haiku about
the full moon and the stoned me
and it goes like this
I still remember
how I used to watch the stars
at night from roof top
staring at the moon
and speak to myself inside
she is beautiful
I'll lose count of time
wonder whether am looking
at the moon or earth
one day moon asked me
"why the fuck don't you visit
me here anymore?"
then I said to her
those days have passed and long gone
I've fallen in LOVE
NOTE | where I grew up we used to say "going to moon"
when we smoke weed, I don't know if anybody is familiar
with that phrase because it sounds very unfamiliar when I
translate it to english, and it was well fit in my language
a haiku about
the full moon and the stoned me
and it goes like this
I still remember
how I used to watch the stars
at night from roof top
staring at the moon
and speak to myself inside
she is beautiful
I'll lose count of time
wonder whether am looking
at the moon or earth
one day moon asked me
"why the fuck don't you visit
me here anymore?"
then I said to her
those days have passed and long gone
I've fallen in LOVE
NOTE | where I grew up we used to say "going to moon"
when we smoke weed, I don't know if anybody is familiar
with that phrase because it sounds very unfamiliar when I
translate it to english, and it was well fit in my language
The Path
time spent dreaming
visions from the outside
looking in, contemplating,
listening, understanding
the trees are my brothers
the ocean my mother
sweet nectar of the gods
shows me the way
a new path, untrodden
leading to deep places
far below the Earth
starlight leads the way
like burning embers
kissing the soles of my feet
the wolf calls me,
he knows me,
knows my true name
suspended here in this deep world
time waits for me
but I move forward
life and death
holding my hands
telling me their secrets
dark words breathing
writing their tale on my heart
I exist here, in this place
I'm always here
time spent dreaming
visions from the outside
looking in, contemplating,
listening, understanding
the trees are my brothers
the ocean my mother
sweet nectar of the gods
shows me the way
a new path, untrodden
leading to deep places
far below the Earth
starlight leads the way
like burning embers
kissing the soles of my feet
the wolf calls me,
he knows me,
knows my true name
suspended here in this deep world
time waits for me
but I move forward
life and death
holding my hands
telling me their secrets
dark words breathing
writing their tale on my heart
I exist here, in this place
I'm always here
Cosmic Orgasm
with all the stars in the sky
burning bright light, never ask "why?"
they exist just as you do and made of everything you are
but you wish, you wish that you could be that bright burning star
hanging, glinting effortlessly in black space without a care
with all the time in the world yet not a moment to spare
you sit in the grass while the sun hides for the night
and the moon, she asks that you take in her sight
the raging fire of the sun and the gentle cool of the moon take turns
and only if you ask of them you will know you have much to learn
so keep sitting in the grass while you level yourself with the frequency
and in the end and with their care you will no longer live in urgency
with all the stars in the sky
burning bright light, never ask "why?"
they exist just as you do and made of everything you are
but you wish, you wish that you could be that bright burning star
hanging, glinting effortlessly in black space without a care
with all the time in the world yet not a moment to spare
you sit in the grass while the sun hides for the night
and the moon, she asks that you take in her sight
the raging fire of the sun and the gentle cool of the moon take turns
and only if you ask of them you will know you have much to learn
so keep sitting in the grass while you level yourself with the frequency
and in the end and with their care you will no longer live in urgency
Groovin with the Cosmos
I dance underneath the stars nude.
The night air feels like warm touches everywhere secret. Between legs, behind knee, my tits, the insides of my elbows, ahhh my favorite place...I could go on....
I Twirl until i fall dizzily to Earth....I allow myself to be taken over by vertiginious euphoria from my "non" sock hop with the glimmering, fantastical universe.
And as I fall twirly headed from my soul funk spin, I cut open my knee. But no worries! This is no bad luck wound..Oh no!
In fact, it is a serendipitous delight. I am graced and in total celestial awe. Get this....
Mr. Milky Way himself rubs salve on my torn flesh. I am star struck! He, exactly as one would suspect, ever so gently, smears on panacea made of galaxy dust and the cream of his way!
"Don't let a little thing like that stop you my darling!" Milky says so kindly. Next, a feminine astral voice pleads with insistence. "Dear, we are rarely this enthralled by mortals please...do not stop, we beg you, get up! Do not stop, keep us entertained!"
When I realize who is speaking to me..my cheeks apple up the size of baseballs. I decide that if this be a dream, I am so going with it! It...Rather the..sexy female voice, Uhm...it was Vénus! I said "Ummm..Hey, Venus, huge fan!"
"You are doing quite the celestial hoedown!" says Venus." Hey now V, watch it...say Ho down and i tend to lay on my back and spread em!" I grinned. Venus laughed till she peed.
"Please, continue, For you and for the rest of us stars and planets. Mars especially has been meloncholy, I think I just heard him chuckle." says Alnilam, the star in the middle of Orions belt. "We have been quietly keeping time...but now, since our secret is out, we will play a tune in time to your hedonistisic gyrations for you and for our own celestial voyeuristic enterainment. Who knows, I might just come open." he laughs. "Expose Orion (Shhh! But he's hung like Secratariet)" he confides. I am godsmacked! I say "I could see that about Orion..like what, 8 inches?" I asked. "Try 11 hundred some miles dear!! Andromeda and Orion hooked up last New Years, Holy! poor girl could hardly twinkle the next day!!" we laughed. I was listening to the cosmos tell me dirty gossip! "Do not tell Cas! She'd have his head!" he said. I liked Alnilum immediately. He had a wicked sense of humor. "No worries Al. Bitches honor!" I swore with a razzberry tongue blown through two fingers in a V in front of my puckered mouth.
"C'mon, Go grrrrrl, dance!" he pushed me into my minds dance floor. "You will be lit by a Disco ball right out of an astrologers wet dream!"
Knowing I was dancing for the stars and planets inspires an empyrean lust lambada. I tango, I rumba, i do the hustle. I electric slide with Uranus...I do a Cincinati time step with the moons of Jupiter, in assless chaps i borrowed from Ursa minor...never one to be outdone. My moon had to be noticed! And it was shook...
By the way, Ursa minor is a misnomer if you catch my drift...teehee!
All boogie woogied in orgasmic extraterrestrial time. I felt freed by the encouragement and randy appreciation from the lotus eating, lascivious la dolce vita vibe my new fabulous friends gave out. With a complete and far flubg toss of any inhibition I possess, I finger fuck my cunt while Cassiopeia watches pleased with my abandon.
Cassiopeia asks in a sultry voice
"Oh, love..may i join you. Caress you with my many star light, I will sing you "Fever?"
I giggle "But of course! Oh, do join."
She disrobes, she is stunning shine in her nakedness and confesses she hopes Andromeda takes due notice.
She is proud of her stunning, inspirational feminine position. "Men often point me out in the sky to impress girls, many a first kiss has been stolen while some pretty girl admires me." she beams. I tell her, "Yes Cassie, a man pointed you out to me once, i admit, i pretended i did not know to stroke his ego. I stole his kiss!" We giggled some more. "You have such a sexy figure doll. I'm sure that's why men remember you and show you off, the Marilyn Monroe of celestial body."
She tells me her W or M shape was no accident.
"I am constellation orgasm! The M for moan W for Wanton. Ptolemy she said, knew. He was a man of true passion! He stroked off to my orgasmal shape every unclouded night!"
We raised our glasses and said a "Salute! To turned on men and masturbation!"
I realized then then I had started a journey of true erotic knowing. I would soon possess femme pleasure understanding of the constellations and planets!
Together, we would dance to the time of Universe expansion. What a fucking trip!
Right about then, Jupiter puts on Prince...Awe yeeeaah!! She's got the look...
I say "Back that ass up! let's get down with our bad selves Cas!!"
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
I dance underneath the stars nude.
The night air feels like warm touches everywhere secret. Between legs, behind knee, my tits, the insides of my elbows, ahhh my favorite place...I could go on....
I Twirl until i fall dizzily to Earth....I allow myself to be taken over by vertiginious euphoria from my "non" sock hop with the glimmering, fantastical universe.
And as I fall twirly headed from my soul funk spin, I cut open my knee. But no worries! This is no bad luck wound..Oh no!
In fact, it is a serendipitous delight. I am graced and in total celestial awe. Get this....
Mr. Milky Way himself rubs salve on my torn flesh. I am star struck! He, exactly as one would suspect, ever so gently, smears on panacea made of galaxy dust and the cream of his way!
"Don't let a little thing like that stop you my darling!" Milky says so kindly. Next, a feminine astral voice pleads with insistence. "Dear, we are rarely this enthralled by mortals please...do not stop, we beg you, get up! Do not stop, keep us entertained!"
When I realize who is speaking to me..my cheeks apple up the size of baseballs. I decide that if this be a dream, I am so going with it! It...Rather the..sexy female voice, Uhm...it was Vénus! I said "Ummm..Hey, Venus, huge fan!"
"You are doing quite the celestial hoedown!" says Venus." Hey now V, watch it...say Ho down and i tend to lay on my back and spread em!" I grinned. Venus laughed till she peed.
"Please, continue, For you and for the rest of us stars and planets. Mars especially has been meloncholy, I think I just heard him chuckle." says Alnilam, the star in the middle of Orions belt. "We have been quietly keeping time...but now, since our secret is out, we will play a tune in time to your hedonistisic gyrations for you and for our own celestial voyeuristic enterainment. Who knows, I might just come open." he laughs. "Expose Orion (Shhh! But he's hung like Secratariet)" he confides. I am godsmacked! I say "I could see that about Orion..like what, 8 inches?" I asked. "Try 11 hundred some miles dear!! Andromeda and Orion hooked up last New Years, Holy! poor girl could hardly twinkle the next day!!" we laughed. I was listening to the cosmos tell me dirty gossip! "Do not tell Cas! She'd have his head!" he said. I liked Alnilum immediately. He had a wicked sense of humor. "No worries Al. Bitches honor!" I swore with a razzberry tongue blown through two fingers in a V in front of my puckered mouth.
"C'mon, Go grrrrrl, dance!" he pushed me into my minds dance floor. "You will be lit by a Disco ball right out of an astrologers wet dream!"
Knowing I was dancing for the stars and planets inspires an empyrean lust lambada. I tango, I rumba, i do the hustle. I electric slide with Uranus...I do a Cincinati time step with the moons of Jupiter, in assless chaps i borrowed from Ursa minor...never one to be outdone. My moon had to be noticed! And it was shook...
By the way, Ursa minor is a misnomer if you catch my drift...teehee!
All boogie woogied in orgasmic extraterrestrial time. I felt freed by the encouragement and randy appreciation from the lotus eating, lascivious la dolce vita vibe my new fabulous friends gave out. With a complete and far flubg toss of any inhibition I possess, I finger fuck my cunt while Cassiopeia watches pleased with my abandon.
Cassiopeia asks in a sultry voice
"Oh, love..may i join you. Caress you with my many star light, I will sing you "Fever?"
I giggle "But of course! Oh, do join."
She disrobes, she is stunning shine in her nakedness and confesses she hopes Andromeda takes due notice.
She is proud of her stunning, inspirational feminine position. "Men often point me out in the sky to impress girls, many a first kiss has been stolen while some pretty girl admires me." she beams. I tell her, "Yes Cassie, a man pointed you out to me once, i admit, i pretended i did not know to stroke his ego. I stole his kiss!" We giggled some more. "You have such a sexy figure doll. I'm sure that's why men remember you and show you off, the Marilyn Monroe of celestial body."
She tells me her W or M shape was no accident.
"I am constellation orgasm! The M for moan W for Wanton. Ptolemy she said, knew. He was a man of true passion! He stroked off to my orgasmal shape every unclouded night!"
We raised our glasses and said a "Salute! To turned on men and masturbation!"
I realized then then I had started a journey of true erotic knowing. I would soon possess femme pleasure understanding of the constellations and planets!
Together, we would dance to the time of Universe expansion. What a fucking trip!
Right about then, Jupiter puts on Prince...Awe yeeeaah!! She's got the look...
I say "Back that ass up! let's get down with our bad selves Cas!!"
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
vagina flower
you are not one flower but many flowers
flourishing among the envious weeds in
your garden of ecstasy, to be pl(f)ucked
by so many predatory interlopers
we take you, adored & caressed,
for your fragrance & lush mystery
we take you, stolen away & ravished,
for your resilience & acceptance of
the savage in our vengeful hearts
we take you for the sexual amrita
that a salacious heaven might
ejaculate upon us, in our perverse
journey into the penetrable
temptation of you
we take you…
