Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Nothing will come of nothing, speak again.” King Lear (1:1)
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jun 2022 12:57pm
4th Jun 2022 12:57pm
Foreplay
#sex
#dirty
#obsession
408 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2022 6:24pm
3rd Jun 2022 6:24pm
Naked and Afraid
#forest
#obsession
450 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2022 5:32pm
3rd Jun 2022 5:32pm
Autoerotic Asphyxia
#death
#music
#obsession
232 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2022 4:23am
3rd Jun 2022 4:23am
Why haven't we just f**ked?
#sex
#obsession
384 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jun 2022 4:58pm
1st Jun 2022 4:58pm
#buttsex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty #obsession
#dirty #obsession
487 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
Unicorns aren't real you dumb c**t
#unicorns
342 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2022 8:36pm
29th May 2022 8:36pm
The only thing I liked about you was the sight of your tongue on my hypothalamus
#emptiness
297 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 12:54pm
30th Jun 2013 12:54pm
atavistic
something about the endless ache
causes me to slip back in time
not a few days or weeks,
but back through the
lizard part of my brain,
to some primordial ooze
where a version of me,
something pre-feral,
has flopped on land
for the first time seeking
to eat
to breathe
to fuck
as I hitch across the land,
body dripping
with instinct and
the fecund taste
of need
something catches my eye
and my mind pants,
as you slide to me taking in
(teeth and nails and hungry eyes) ...
causes me to slip back in time
not a few days or weeks,
but back through the
lizard part of my brain,
to some primordial ooze
where a version of me,
something pre-feral,
has flopped on land
for the first time seeking
to eat
to breathe
to fuck
as I hitch across the land,
body dripping
with instinct and
the fecund taste
of need
something catches my eye
and my mind pants,
as you slide to me taking in
(teeth and nails and hungry eyes) ...
1433 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 12:43pm
20th Jun 2013 12:43pm
picture of you
Any jackass with a cock can call himself a man;
but the essence of man
is more than a shot in the dark;
a drip of white lust.
(Though, that is quite nice
in the right hands.)
Man is folds in a curtain,
more revealed as it's pulled back
from the pane,
and the essence of it,
of pure masculinity,
needs no
definition.
But were it to require one,
were someone to demand
man be clearly defined,
I'd bark laughter,
throw away the pen,
pick up a brush
and
...
but the essence of man
is more than a shot in the dark;
a drip of white lust.
(Though, that is quite nice
in the right hands.)
Man is folds in a curtain,
more revealed as it's pulled back
from the pane,
and the essence of it,
of pure masculinity,
needs no
definition.
But were it to require one,
were someone to demand
man be clearly defined,
I'd bark laughter,
throw away the pen,
pick up a brush
and
...
1782 reads
17 Comments
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