The Unerotic Underground 18+ IQs Only

after some
preliminary teasing , which
had become quite same-same

the more at stake the less shameless we are

i took my broken hand and struck it lightly across your face
i was afraid you would falter
you did not
(much)

a boy says he wants one thing when he's alone
with his hand down his pants
hoping to get into yours

with his dick out, he wants to be another man

the trick is to never break your gaze

you are the grip of a drowning boy

i want to kick your eyes

you are the thrust of a teenage porn addict

you are the wet patch

on my back while i sleep

i hate the sound of your voice

you bore me dumb. you bother me

and you cling like i am a life raft


you are stumbling in the smoking area

trying to relate to the soldier

crying while he spits

i want to drain your eyes,

snip off your tear ducts

We married in the virgin state,
We both wished to procreate;
How to do it? I assume;
Plant my seed inside her womb.
 
We had been childhood friends;
But told that nudity offends;
We had never viewed each other bare;
Had never seen her pubic hair.
 
In bed together I must decide
What to do with my bride.
We explored each others flesh
She's delighted and gets fresh
 
Soon we discover how its done
And that it was really fun;
No looking back; from there on;
We're copulating night to dawn
 

 
 
 
if we turn this thing we have
into a sordid love affair
then we may never  
know what we
have missed by never
having kissed or soiled sheets
in rooms we'd just as
soon forget when love
walks out on all fours

 
The beer-cellar smell of a daytime night club,
sticks to the stale ale carpets and painted purple corners,
dark enough to mask the taint of bleach and vomit.

But at night, the lights writhe in a snake pit of color,
sweat arcs the air like blood splatter patterns,
tunes revolve the room. Head back shot glass harmonics,
burst inhibitions in Prosecco bubbles, before they fall flat.

Outside behind the bins, the exit sign
dims and glows above a drunken clash
of teeth and hips, stricken sailing ships,
split masts wrapped around the midriff.
Below decks the crew blindly follow orders,
shot loaded and fuse set, a single cannon
separates the wrecks.

The forgotten mistake of a dank tiny flat,
clings to the smell of damp washing and nappies,
enough to hide the false smiles of the strangers.

She
felt a
small something
go inside her
which made the chick sit
up and see her man with
his face stuffed in the spot that
was in between her legs before
she looked at the scene outside that one
window still open due to rising temps.

 
And so Testeklees, the Greek God of Odd Balls
Decided to throw a party and invited mortals
But this would be the biggest of Bacchanals
As it was sure to corrupt everybody’s morals

He opened the portal with a grand ol’ choral
Humans were happy to pass through the gate
But each and every one had to sign a contract
Guaranteeing that they would fully participate

They walked through the shadier side of Olympus
Until they came to the palace of the Hard Phallus
And upon entering through the great doors
They drank an energy potion from a chalice

As you would expect this made the men erect
The women became so hot, horny and wet
A desire and lust arose amidst frenzied throes
For an epic orgy and one they would never forget

And then entered the squad, a wad of odd gods
But these weren’t the ones they had envisioned
They looked kind of funky and out of shape
Some looked like they’d been decommissioned

While inside the halls the humans heeded the calls
One by a tiny Greek goddess named Abisidia
She was a dirty talker encouraging the men
To lick her and her friend they called Chlamydia

Trying to satisfy the fire between their thighs
The women laid their eyes on the entity Backusella
However they didn’t know if it was female or fun guy
But it was joined by one named Cunninghamella

Then another god who had a disgusting façade
Turned the men into some party hardy trollops
He hypnotized and commanded them to kiss and lick
But this filthy one, they called him Rectus Polyps

The fabulous and villainous Syphillis was there
She was very naughty and had many wild ideas
Making both men and women worship her body
As she was joined by her sexy lover Gonorrhea

The sound of dry heaving filled with deep grieving
Could be heard as the herd rolled in venereal disease
For a second there they thought they saw Hermes
But it was his sick and twisted distant cousin, Herpes

All the while Testeklees told ‘em “suck on these”
Warts and all as the humans were feeling awful
But they drank the potion and signed a contract
And afterward they would enjoy some Blue Waffles