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Naughty Poems at Deep Underground, the naughtier side of poetry. Read and publish poems, naughty or nice. Poetry about love, relationships and sex.
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Don't Get Caugh!
To Perve,
A desired game we all deserve
First, sit and sip your coffee hot
Eyes up scanning, aware their not!
Watch them walk by, hitch up their pants
Sneaking in another glance
Watching, as cake falls from your fork
Glance again, dare to be caught!
Enjoy the game, share with a friend
Some so hot you go round the bend
Hide behind your cake as you throw an eye
Place your fork to mouth release a sigh
Think naughty thoughts and crave in turn
Those sexy bods and bums to burn
Know your limit yet dare to live
To perve again,...
A desired game we all deserve
First, sit and sip your coffee hot
Eyes up scanning, aware their not!
Watch them walk by, hitch up their pants
Sneaking in another glance
Watching, as cake falls from your fork
Glance again, dare to be caught!
Enjoy the game, share with a friend
Some so hot you go round the bend
Hide behind your cake as you throw an eye
Place your fork to mouth release a sigh
Think naughty thoughts and crave in turn
Those sexy bods and bums to burn
Know your limit yet dare to live
To perve again,...
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shakka
shauna
shauna
My Russian Lover
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He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
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19 Comments
Infusia
Kissing Airwaves
Subtle hints
Naughty comments
Fevered breaths
An imaginery caress
earlobe throbbing at the quake of fantasy
Dominant whispers
So good in so many places
Unshared wetness
Fingers dance until lips make happy faces
Palms glide in search of escape
I can only sense it
Wanting to tease and taste it
And here it cums
Chants turn into relinquished pants
Lost in the moment......
Phone Sex
Naughty comments
Fevered breaths
An imaginery caress
earlobe throbbing at the quake of fantasy
Dominant whispers
So good in so many places
Unshared wetness
Fingers dance until lips make happy faces
Palms glide in search of escape
I can only sense it
Wanting to tease and taste it
And here it cums
Chants turn into relinquished pants
Lost in the moment......
Phone Sex
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2 Comments
Mitulsa
The Battle
She dreams of
Tattos, girls and shiny guns
But in her life
Jesus is a brand name
Her mind is
A movie of naughty fun
But her life
Keeps her free from blame
She wants
To be so Christian good
She wants
All that's 'demonly bad'
Wants to be
Everything she should
She wants all
The porno her mother had
Flashy dancer
And loud
There to be seen
Tattos, girls and shiny guns
But in her life
Jesus is a brand name
Her mind is
A movie of naughty fun
But her life
Keeps her free from blame
She wants
To be so Christian good
She wants
All that's 'demonly bad'
Wants to be
Everything she should
She wants all
The porno her mother had
Flashy dancer
And loud
There to be seen
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2 Comments
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geminisb
geminisb
Sometimes I like being naughty
Sir likes me being naughty
He likes to keep lists you see
Well actually a journal
So he has a reason
To put me over his knee
I don’t realize I am naughty
Until he tells me
And then I think..
Damn!
Bite your lip and count to three!
………and then I smile
Sometimes I like being naughty
I wonder why!
He likes to keep lists you see
Well actually a journal
So he has a reason
To put me over his knee
I don’t realize I am naughty
Until he tells me
And then I think..
Damn!
Bite your lip and count to three!
………and then I smile
Sometimes I like being naughty
I wonder why!
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2 Comments
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