Submissions by Betty
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 1:36pm
1st Jul 2022 1:36pm
I passed on dessert
I can see
something
that empties
my diaphragm
and not order
from the
menu.
Just because
I want it
in me
doesn’t mean
I want to deal
with the
consequences.
something
that empties
my diaphragm
and not order
from the
menu.
Just because
I want it
in me
doesn’t mean
I want to deal
with the
consequences.
#lust
#obsession
405 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2022 10:24pm
30th Jun 2022 10:24pm
Stockholm open
My sports bra is doing nothing
to wick the sweat
dripping between my breasts
as I pause,
sun beating down on me,
and in a single motion
my arm raises and
I connect,
and fuck if
I didn’t net the damn ball.
So we’re standing here
on opposite ends of the court
watching the ball
sway in the net,
neither of us moving to
release it
for your play
which gives you a
meaningless point
and leaves me at love.
but in tennis,
love
equals
...
to wick the sweat
dripping between my breasts
as I pause,
sun beating down on me,
and in a single motion
my arm raises and
I connect,
and fuck if
I didn’t net the damn ball.
So we’re standing here
on opposite ends of the court
watching the ball
sway in the net,
neither of us moving to
release it
for your play
which gives you a
meaningless point
and leaves me at love.
but in tennis,
love
equals
...
#love
#lies
#freedom #obsession
#freedom #obsession
373 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2022 10:31pm
29th Jun 2022 10:31pm
Eye roll
Have some
self respect
It’s not
that
big
self respect
It’s not
that
big
#inspirational
#minimalist
669 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 4:12pm
28th Jun 2022 4:12pm
Let’s lie together
You had to make
the sandwiches
because I almost burned
down a kitchen
making
cereal
they sit in the cooler,
forgotten as
I read aloud the dirty
parts of the book
I’m totally into right now,
and you laugh at
the overblown
dialogue,
and squeeze
my jean-covered
thigh
Your head is in
my lap and it’s
that golden
hour of the day,
where the sun
erases the
worry lines
from
your forehead
in soft brush
strokes
that make me
wonder about ...
the sandwiches
because I almost burned
down a kitchen
making
cereal
they sit in the cooler,
forgotten as
I read aloud the dirty
parts of the book
I’m totally into right now,
and you laugh at
the overblown
dialogue,
and squeeze
my jean-covered
thigh
Your head is in
my lap and it’s
that golden
hour of the day,
where the sun
erases the
worry lines
from
your forehead
in soft brush
strokes
that make me
wonder about ...
#obsession
450 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2022 5:48pm
27th Jun 2022 5:48pm
Rain hell
I can hear thunder
on the other side of
the door
I’m crouched down
both palms
crushing my
forehead as
I chant
It’s just dopamine…
it’s just dopamine….
It’s just a fucking shot
of dopamine in my
damned brain.
The lighting cracks
again and I scream
and slam my fists
on the ground
breaking my
knuckles open,
reminiscent of the
night we sat in
the dark and
just held hands.
It’s just a shot of
dopamine.
I...
on the other side of
the door
I’m crouched down
both palms
crushing my
forehead as
I chant
It’s just dopamine…
it’s just dopamine….
It’s just a fucking shot
of dopamine in my
damned brain.
The lighting cracks
again and I scream
and slam my fists
on the ground
breaking my
knuckles open,
reminiscent of the
night we sat in
the dark and
just held hands.
It’s just a shot of
dopamine.
I...
#lust
#addiction
#obsession
513 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 1:34pm
26th Jun 2022 1:34pm
Sunrise on a balcony -- Daytona Beach dreams
The sun runs its
fingers on the
tips of the teal waves,
as if the very
elements were
lovers
trying to teach
us how to touch.
I’d sit you
in a chair,
on the
seventh-floor
balcony
and
forehead pressed
to yours,
block out the sun
and make the
very ocean stare,
in slack-jawed
jealously
as we create
new
shorelines
and
sunrises.
fingers on the
tips of the teal waves,
as if the very
elements were
lovers
trying to teach
us how to touch.
I’d sit you
in a chair,
on the
seventh-floor
balcony
and
forehead pressed
to yours,
block out the sun
and make the
very ocean stare,
in slack-jawed
jealously
as we create
new
shorelines
and
sunrises.
#lust
#obsession
483 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2022 8:13pm
24th Jun 2022 8:13pm
the way you f**k me up
#obsession
372 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2022 12:40pm
23rd Jun 2022 12:40pm
Arson
Your lips
drip napalm
down my neck,
my skin crackles
and bleeds
against your
fevered hands,
as your mouth
takes mine and
drives white-flamed
agony
through my
stomach with
each
new
word.
And it’s not
enough,
so I
beg
you
to burn me.
Burn me so hot
burn me so hard
that I need
a mind graft
to exist in society
without scaring
small children
Choke me
until I can only
rub my swollen ...
drip napalm
down my neck,
my skin crackles
and bleeds
against your
fevered hands,
as your mouth
takes mine and
drives white-flamed
agony
through my
stomach with
each
new
word.
And it’s not
enough,
so I
beg
you
to burn me.
Burn me so hot
burn me so hard
that I need
a mind graft
to exist in society
without scaring
small children
Choke me
until I can only
rub my swollen ...
#lust
#obsession
596 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2022 7:45pm
22nd Jun 2022 7:45pm
Blow
#lust
#dirty
#obsession
405 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2022 00:19am
22nd Jun 2022 00:19am
I'd like to watch you f**k yourself -- maybe after work one day? Send me a calendar appointment.
#lust
#obsession
304 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 3:33pm
21st Jun 2022 3:33pm
Breaking dishes
#lust
#obsession
283 reads
4 Comments
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