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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 6:37pm
9th Oct 2019 6:37pm
Just Pity
The last time that I went to the city
Met a girl whom I thought was quite pretty
But, she was a whore
And I had to pay for
What, back home, I can get with just pity!
Met a girl whom I thought was quite pretty
But, she was a whore
And I had to pay for
What, back home, I can get with just pity!
#sex
#limerick
15 reads
1 Comment
_boybrains
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 11:06pm
23rd Aug 2019 11:06pm
Carousel
#lust
#sex
#erotic #sexy
#erotic #sexy
19 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 4:03pm
3rd Jan 2019 4:03pm
1. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
At first I was grateful. My proverbial
handkerchief had been picked up.
He blew the piece of cotton high
as a manner of greeting,
a quilt piece- a doily under my coffee
now a cloud. We were both light,
light from casting-off home.
In a building of pillows, sheets, shut curtains
and fulsome acts amongst sewing materials,
I looked down at the audience
of the waxy floor after the transient rain.
In a slippery distance, water and light met in color.
We met in color. I chose to leave the defined
end of the bridge onto a...
handkerchief had been picked up.
He blew the piece of cotton high
as a manner of greeting,
a quilt piece- a doily under my coffee
now a cloud. We were both light,
light from casting-off home.
In a building of pillows, sheets, shut curtains
and fulsome acts amongst sewing materials,
I looked down at the audience
of the waxy floor after the transient rain.
In a slippery distance, water and light met in color.
We met in color. I chose to leave the defined
end of the bridge onto a...
#lust
#sex
#identity
#shadows
#culture
20 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:46am
3rd Feb 2019 5:46am
Cauldron
these intrusions of wet growth
liable ruddy pineapple spiky
friendly sweetness pouts
lightly wretched from
twilight oh of a
so clear you
belong
you are a pathogen of pyramid
you foreign blink of yelling
a field of artichoke urchin
must purple winery crush
of juicy loneliness
a cauldron of how
of oh oh oh
yellow be
scalding
clover can it love
can it please
proclaim its
mind
october mount october opens
the lids to other
to eccentricity
to...
liable ruddy pineapple spiky
friendly sweetness pouts
lightly wretched from
twilight oh of a
so clear you
belong
you are a pathogen of pyramid
you foreign blink of yelling
a field of artichoke urchin
must purple winery crush
of juicy loneliness
a cauldron of how
of oh oh oh
yellow be
scalding
clover can it love
can it please
proclaim its
mind
october mount october opens
the lids to other
to eccentricity
to...
#lust
#sex
#magic #curse
#magic #curse
20 reads
3 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
27th Sep 2018 1:44am
27th Sep 2018 1:44am
(within the silver-tan of the highway sedan)
within the silv
er-tan
of the high-w
ay sedan
i would climb
along
the glit edges
of your
ridges
and ohs
and uhhs
and aahhs
ride yer
every
instrument
like a Mongol
on horseback
(the best of passengers)
ah
and come dawn
(come dawn...
er-tan
of the high-w
ay sedan
i would climb
along
the glit edges
of your
ridges
and ohs
and uhhs
and aahhs
ride yer
every
instrument
like a Mongol
on horseback
(the best of passengers)
ah
and come dawn
(come dawn...
#romantic
#rainbow
21 reads
5 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 00:37am
20th Oct 2018 00:37am
(caress)
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
21 reads
4 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 1:36am
30th Jun 2018 1:36am
toadstools under the tree
tumescent toadstools under the tree and dancing
i woke again, a singular fungus and suddenly caterpillars also.
perdón, la vida
es tan hermosa y extraña
)so life is a beautiful and ruined courtyard of sepia cordage,
besides,
the most lovely most distasteful thing i ever did surmise)
ya i crawled in his pocket
the Mexican busboy
the tight fawny face
of a Tijuas boy
in farmboy dungarees
pantalones de los hombres
ser buen mozo
smelled his protruding machismo ...
i woke again, a singular fungus and suddenly caterpillars also.
perdón, la vida
es tan hermosa y extraña
)so life is a beautiful and ruined courtyard of sepia cordage,
besides,
the most lovely most distasteful thing i ever did surmise)
ya i crawled in his pocket
the Mexican busboy
the tight fawny face
of a Tijuas boy
in farmboy dungarees
pantalones de los hombres
ser buen mozo
smelled his protruding machismo ...
#lust
#drugs
22 reads
4 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
26th Aug 2018 00:10am
26th Aug 2018 00:10am
her florid head of roses and catkins made small noises
her florid head was reclining forward
somewhere between
Topanga Canyon
and the white white
spiral waves of Andromeda.
her florid head of roses and catkins made small noises
her fingernails
pulled me from her hip pocket ,
unbuttoning
all of my young body in August .
...
somewhere between
Topanga Canyon
and the white white
spiral waves of Andromeda.
her florid head of roses and catkins made small noises
her fingernails
pulled me from her hip pocket ,
unbuttoning
all of my young body in August .
...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
22 reads
5 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
21st Feb 2017 5:39pm
21st Feb 2017 5:39pm
untitled 2/21
i didnea come all this way to touch your money honey
i just came up to finger your soul
i just came up to finger your soul
23 reads
5 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 8:21pm
10th Aug 2017 8:21pm
Under The Moonlight
The scent of alcohol lingers in your breath
As you kiss me leaving a taste of decadence death
In my tongue and lips.
With just a single kiss
I know the night is painted with immortality in the air
I can see this in your eyes and stare.
Come, my love, we both are drunk..you in beer and I with love.
Let us ride the wings of the night and soar high above....
Your hands caress my naked body....from my thighs up to my breasts.
Tonight, neither one of us will find sleep or rest
As we indulge ourselves in the sightly art of sexual delights ...
As you kiss me leaving a taste of decadence death
In my tongue and lips.
With just a single kiss
I know the night is painted with immortality in the air
I can see this in your eyes and stare.
Come, my love, we both are drunk..you in beer and I with love.
Let us ride the wings of the night and soar high above....
Your hands caress my naked body....from my thighs up to my breasts.
Tonight, neither one of us will find sleep or rest
As we indulge ourselves in the sightly art of sexual delights ...
24 reads
5 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
7th Jan 2018 5:39pm
7th Jan 2018 5:39pm
Erotic Mechanic (Modified)
GREASE me, Pep Boy; Change my OIL
Let me GREASE you ‘til we’re soiled.
Lift my HOOD…STRIP off my TOP
Do pass GO and don’t you STOP
Fill my TANK until it is FULL
Tonight I need your AUTO TOOLS.
DRIVE me wild; change my GEAR
Use my body as you STEER.
Moving in and Moving Out
Hear me SCREECHING all about
Feel me CLUTCH as I pull you in
Take me for a little SPIN
SPARK my PLUGS with your STANDARD STICK
Show me all your little tricks.
RUN your hands...
Let me GREASE you ‘til we’re soiled.
Lift my HOOD…STRIP off my TOP
Do pass GO and don’t you STOP
Fill my TANK until it is FULL
Tonight I need your AUTO TOOLS.
DRIVE me wild; change my GEAR
Use my body as you STEER.
Moving in and Moving Out
Hear me SCREECHING all about
Feel me CLUTCH as I pull you in
Take me for a little SPIN
SPARK my PLUGS with your STANDARD STICK
Show me all your little tricks.
RUN your hands...
24 reads
13 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 5:50am
11th Feb 2019 5:50am
Mason Jar
I’m alright with this.
I’m alright with saying
I can’t.
Help me- open this
jar of jam.
Peaches today?
Yes, I’m quite
alright, just a bit
flushed. Oh,
yes, please-
open a window. Part
the curtains,
unlatch deftly, click, lift.
More fingers,
push up. Ah, yes,
thank you, I can
feel my neck cool
into a lemon rind.
The breeze has
added to your fingers.
Please,
continue- the jar,
I’ll go after
the butter, but let me
watch you
feel the grooves, ...
I’m alright with saying
I can’t.
Help me- open this
jar of jam.
Peaches today?
Yes, I’m quite
alright, just a bit
flushed. Oh,
yes, please-
open a window. Part
the curtains,
unlatch deftly, click, lift.
More fingers,
push up. Ah, yes,
thank you, I can
feel my neck cool
into a lemon rind.
The breeze has
added to your fingers.
Please,
continue- the jar,
I’ll go after
the butter, but let me
watch you
feel the grooves, ...
#sex
#food
#sensual
25 reads
18 Comments
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