Submissions by BlueDogmaPoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I enjoy turning people on, trying to incite random masturbation is one of my favorite past-times.
1:45 am, repeat
Darkness
breathing quickens
hastening beat of erotic
touch
buttons snapping
clothing slipping.
We play
tongues moving
rapaciously
across sweaty skin
from nipple
to navel
sliding into
melting mound
(figment)
of nerve endings
while fingers frolic
and palms glide
tickling the firm
caliber
between—
I
cannot help
moaning
in your mouth
moving beneath your
majority
maintaining
the pace of
multiples.
breathing quickens
hastening beat of erotic
touch
buttons snapping
clothing slipping.
We play
tongues moving
rapaciously
across sweaty skin
from nipple
to navel
sliding into
melting mound
(figment)
of nerve endings
while fingers frolic
and palms glide
tickling the firm
caliber
between—
I
cannot help
moaning
in your mouth
moving beneath your
majority
maintaining
the pace of
multiples.
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3 Comments
The End of Eden
1068 reads
8 Comments
Reefbreak
I paddle out
let next wave take me,
rolling over body
as need I feel
for you.
Salt, in mouth,
adrenaline pumping,
you are with me.
Eyes closed, waves crash,
intimate, powerful
and oh, so, authoritarian;
they carry us along.
Is it possible,
that I,
attuned to you,
can feel no other?
Moving, against current,
fatigue threatens,
mind seeks answers
in depths below;
where tides go,
so shall I go
where eddies flow
so shall I flow.
Carried along, resolve
buoys heart and hope, ...
let next wave take me,
rolling over body
as need I feel
for you.
Salt, in mouth,
adrenaline pumping,
you are with me.
Eyes closed, waves crash,
intimate, powerful
and oh, so, authoritarian;
they carry us along.
Is it possible,
that I,
attuned to you,
can feel no other?
Moving, against current,
fatigue threatens,
mind seeks answers
in depths below;
where tides go,
so shall I go
where eddies flow
so shall I flow.
Carried along, resolve
buoys heart and hope, ...
614 reads
1 Comment
Canis lupis
The wolf of San Pedro
prowls dark city streets
beneath silver orb in full.
Stealing,
shadow to shadow,
canine tendencies lead
toward open window
emitting scent
of slumbering virgins
awaiting animalistic
instruction.
In ancient tongue,
he speaks;
sound indiscernible
to human ear,
soothing wolf song
born of myth
and lore.
Fur brushing
naked flesh
mounted
one
by one;
body wraps
around,
pushing deep,
to tie,
bind predator
to game.
Canine senses
on alert:...
prowls dark city streets
beneath silver orb in full.
Stealing,
shadow to shadow,
canine tendencies lead
toward open window
emitting scent
of slumbering virgins
awaiting animalistic
instruction.
In ancient tongue,
he speaks;
sound indiscernible
to human ear,
soothing wolf song
born of myth
and lore.
Fur brushing
naked flesh
mounted
one
by one;
body wraps
around,
pushing deep,
to tie,
bind predator
to game.
Canine senses
on alert:...
833 reads
2 Comments
Cartesian Coordinates
Discarding uncertainty,
I base all that is
upon sense of you;
should even skeptical dreams
closely mimic reality.
Perhaps, to stroke,
muscles-back
might reveal truth?
Kissing sides,
arc of spine,
nipples brushing
curve of ass, pendulum
in motion.
Maybe answers lie
within teeth marks,
against shoulder,
tiny white indents
destined to fade
along origin line.
Possibly your existence
(beneath) proves
that we are real, a
mathematical equation
of one-plus-one
resulting in...
I base all that is
upon sense of you;
should even skeptical dreams
closely mimic reality.
Perhaps, to stroke,
muscles-back
might reveal truth?
Kissing sides,
arc of spine,
nipples brushing
curve of ass, pendulum
in motion.
Maybe answers lie
within teeth marks,
against shoulder,
tiny white indents
destined to fade
along origin line.
Possibly your existence
(beneath) proves
that we are real, a
mathematical equation
of one-plus-one
resulting in...
714 reads
0 Comments
Fragmented Hope
Sitting here,
in white button down,
pink bra beneath,
I giggle (childishly)
wishing for silent reprieve
or sign of slight affection.
Waiting, for sky to open again,
heavy handed drops fall
upon house, quiet, save for
your voice, a lullaby
through deepening darkness.
Candles lit, scent of sandalwood,
Juniper easing mind,
it is easy to imagine
alternate universe;
shirt slips,
slowly, down backside
hands cup breasts, pull nipple
from beneath
pink, to suck,
lips pursed: kiss.
Thighs...
in white button down,
pink bra beneath,
I giggle (childishly)
wishing for silent reprieve
or sign of slight affection.
Waiting, for sky to open again,
heavy handed drops fall
upon house, quiet, save for
your voice, a lullaby
through deepening darkness.
Candles lit, scent of sandalwood,
Juniper easing mind,
it is easy to imagine
alternate universe;
shirt slips,
slowly, down backside
hands cup breasts, pull nipple
from beneath
pink, to suck,
lips pursed: kiss.
Thighs...
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Sleep's Seductive Lure
I dream of you
in black and white,
I dream of you
in color.
Across dark
landscapes of sleep,
against dawn’s encroaching hours:
naked, pressed against
slumbering body;
thighs gently
nudging tired form into action.
quiet; tracing curve of neck,
silent save for lust
burning
behind beautiful eyes.
aroused, a rush of adrenaline
pushing mind to want
every inch of all that is me.
beneath stars
crystalline portraits of perfection
clamoring for attention
against early April sky.
I dream...
in black and white,
I dream of you
in color.
Across dark
landscapes of sleep,
against dawn’s encroaching hours:
naked, pressed against
slumbering body;
thighs gently
nudging tired form into action.
quiet; tracing curve of neck,
silent save for lust
burning
behind beautiful eyes.
aroused, a rush of adrenaline
pushing mind to want
every inch of all that is me.
beneath stars
crystalline portraits of perfection
clamoring for attention
against early April sky.
I dream...
929 reads
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More-
Pardon me,
my hand
-intrudes-
sleeping body
stroking side, hip,
curve of ass
to cradle
cock in hand.
Awake, my love;
rise, so I
might enjoy
full swell
of rhythmic tides.
Stir, shift,
succumb
to strokes
measured, purposeful.
Shake slumber
aside, slide
towards sacred destination
(all yours, for the taking).
Come, my sweet,
again,
because I, truly,
cannot swallow
enough
of you.
my hand
-intrudes-
sleeping body
stroking side, hip,
curve of ass
to cradle
cock in hand.
Awake, my love;
rise, so I
might enjoy
full swell
of rhythmic tides.
Stir, shift,
succumb
to strokes
measured, purposeful.
Shake slumber
aside, slide
towards sacred destination
(all yours, for the taking).
Come, my sweet,
again,
because I, truly,
cannot swallow
enough
of you.
777 reads
2 Comments
Locksmith
Attempting
to understand
complex
security surrounding
heart,
I wonder:
Might gentle hands
rub away
doubt?
Could head
brushing thighs,
cheek caressing
swelling need
cause deadbolt to open?
Perhaps kisses,
coating stomach, across
nipples; eager mouth
awaiting, anticipating
sweet attention...
possibly,
therein the answer.
There is no door,
I cannot open
No combination
I cannot discover.
For treasure within
holds great reward,
ultimately,
desire.
So, with...
to understand
complex
security surrounding
heart,
I wonder:
Might gentle hands
rub away
doubt?
Could head
brushing thighs,
cheek caressing
swelling need
cause deadbolt to open?
Perhaps kisses,
coating stomach, across
nipples; eager mouth
awaiting, anticipating
sweet attention...
possibly,
therein the answer.
There is no door,
I cannot open
No combination
I cannot discover.
For treasure within
holds great reward,
ultimately,
desire.
So, with...
771 reads
2 Comments
The Curious Thing
989 reads
1 Comment
Pleasing the Goddess
Under night’s protection,
mortal man sighs
beneath
undone
by
powers of girl
(in vinyl)
riding crop and
candles
at the ready.
Training lips to inspire
[curbing inexperienced enthusiasm]
refrain
[all awhile appeasing]
Into dawn,
bodies move
dominant
SUBMISSIVE
-switch-
ERATO
smiles
mortal man sighs
beneath
undone
by
powers of girl
(in vinyl)
riding crop and
candles
at the ready.
Training lips to inspire
[curbing inexperienced enthusiasm]
refrain
[all awhile appeasing]
Into dawn,
bodies move
dominant
SUBMISSIVE
-switch-
ERATO
smiles
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Show me...
It is late
and, despite having finished
a stellar performance
mere hours before,
hands seek body
not out of need
but necessity.
Inquisitive eyes
openly search for
approval, to begin,
as a quick check
indicates readiness.
Long, unhurried kisses start
this set;
hands stroking
shoulders, sliding down spine
to small of back.
Your leg parts mine, to press
thigh against tingling mound.
Our bodies vibrate with a beat
all their own; rhythms accelerate and
kisses become an attempt to taste
being. Palms...
and, despite having finished
a stellar performance
mere hours before,
hands seek body
not out of need
but necessity.
Inquisitive eyes
openly search for
approval, to begin,
as a quick check
indicates readiness.
Long, unhurried kisses start
this set;
hands stroking
shoulders, sliding down spine
to small of back.
Your leg parts mine, to press
thigh against tingling mound.
Our bodies vibrate with a beat
all their own; rhythms accelerate and
kisses become an attempt to taste
being. Palms...
638 reads
0 Comments
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