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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 1:40am
17th Apr 2013 1:40am
Fruit Bowl
There is no still life
intention:
But if I could,
an orange…
Placed, right
above
(navel)
juice dripping
down stomach;
need
for breakfast
beverage
arising.
Mouth, hot/wet,
scent of citrus
filling space
between
climax
higher…higher
each movement; hands
grabbing bed sheets,
hair.
Thighs quivering,
fingers tickling
bridge
behind
balls;
mouth
moving faster
palm pressing up
forced release.
Spill into mouth,
down throat
(swallow)...
intention:
But if I could,
an orange…
Placed, right
above
(navel)
juice dripping
down stomach;
need
for breakfast
beverage
arising.
Mouth, hot/wet,
scent of citrus
filling space
between
climax
higher…higher
each movement; hands
grabbing bed sheets,
hair.
Thighs quivering,
fingers tickling
bridge
behind
balls;
mouth
moving faster
palm pressing up
forced release.
Spill into mouth,
down throat
(swallow)...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:35pm
16th Apr 2013 5:35pm
The Cartographer
Explore depths of eyes
behind which Atlantis lies;
Such secrets, lost to man,
can be found within.
Traverse curve of cheek
to lips; drink life’s elixir,
for youth’s fountain
yields kisses in return.
Travel, down neck to
Himalayan Peaks;
where the rainbow body
manifests in vibrant color.
Come up on El Dorado
city of golden kings;
rest upon sacred mount,
sampling riches unimagined.
Discover Eden,
garden of all that is
all that was,
and all that will be.
Chart a course,
consult the...
behind which Atlantis lies;
Such secrets, lost to man,
can be found within.
Traverse curve of cheek
to lips; drink life’s elixir,
for youth’s fountain
yields kisses in return.
Travel, down neck to
Himalayan Peaks;
where the rainbow body
manifests in vibrant color.
Come up on El Dorado
city of golden kings;
rest upon sacred mount,
sampling riches unimagined.
Discover Eden,
garden of all that is
all that was,
and all that will be.
Chart a course,
consult the...
570 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:32pm
16th Apr 2013 5:32pm
Necromancer
Push devil aside
(free spirit)
breathe life into still body.
Touch cold limbs,
toes, ankles, calves, thighs.
Animate the dead.
Caress unmoving arms
motionless chest;
cradle breast within warm palms
pull peaked nipple into mouth,
sucking mortality from within.
Resurrect existence.
Place hands
upon un-beating heart;
calling upon ancestral ghosts.
Embody Odin,
Norse God of lore.
Summon forth the seer…
Use magic, contained therein:
urging blood to flow,
eyes to open,
mouth to move,
kissing...
(free spirit)
breathe life into still body.
Touch cold limbs,
toes, ankles, calves, thighs.
Animate the dead.
Caress unmoving arms
motionless chest;
cradle breast within warm palms
pull peaked nipple into mouth,
sucking mortality from within.
Resurrect existence.
Place hands
upon un-beating heart;
calling upon ancestral ghosts.
Embody Odin,
Norse God of lore.
Summon forth the seer…
Use magic, contained therein:
urging blood to flow,
eyes to open,
mouth to move,
kissing...
670 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 2:14am
16th Apr 2013 2:14am
Brushfire
Your breath,
like the smoldering
Santa Ana winds,
rushes in
around-
pushing down
upon my
body;
searing me with its heat,
ravaging me with its power.
Gingerly,
your
tongue
reaches
out
to lick
nipples
ablaze
stoking the fire of
my soul.
Body aglow,
crimson red
and charcoal hot,
your hands
(electric)
as heat-lightening
in the dry summer sky.
To move,
in your direction-
suicide;
but I want
this self-destructive
fire to
scorch my thighs....
like the smoldering
Santa Ana winds,
rushes in
around-
pushing down
upon my
body;
searing me with its heat,
ravaging me with its power.
Gingerly,
your
tongue
reaches
out
to lick
nipples
ablaze
stoking the fire of
my soul.
Body aglow,
crimson red
and charcoal hot,
your hands
(electric)
as heat-lightening
in the dry summer sky.
To move,
in your direction-
suicide;
but I want
this self-destructive
fire to
scorch my thighs....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 2:05am
16th Apr 2013 2:05am
The Cotton Path
Pulling fabric
across thighs,
I find myself
inexcusably wet
and ashamed
because I cannot hide
from the urgency at which I want you
to part them,
to place head between
breathing heavy
into flimsy panty.
Take a peak,
at the wondrous pink
of woman
and slide your tongue across,
fingers flicking
secret little place
that send curls into my toes.
Finish not, with a kiss,
but a long, energetic lap of
movement irresolute
and I'll reward you,
with the warm crush
of legs
wrapped around head,...
across thighs,
I find myself
inexcusably wet
and ashamed
because I cannot hide
from the urgency at which I want you
to part them,
to place head between
breathing heavy
into flimsy panty.
Take a peak,
at the wondrous pink
of woman
and slide your tongue across,
fingers flicking
secret little place
that send curls into my toes.
Finish not, with a kiss,
but a long, energetic lap of
movement irresolute
and I'll reward you,
with the warm crush
of legs
wrapped around head,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Mar 2013 1:23pm
24th Mar 2013 1:23pm
A witness to the destruction of Pompeii
774 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 11:18pm
23rd Mar 2013 11:18pm
Methadone won't help this...
The pharmacological magnitude
of you
is utterly
addictive.
With you
(above)
I reach heights
known only to the
most persistent
mountaineer,
pursuing peaks
understood solely by the forces
that created them.
With you,
(beneath)
I move in stride
with the tides,
a thousand year’s
history of lunar pull,
rolling forward
only to recede.
With you,
(behind)
I give in to
animalistic urges,
mentioned only
in Sade or Sacher-Masoch,
become all consuming.
With you, ...
of you
is utterly
addictive.
With you
(above)
I reach heights
known only to the
most persistent
mountaineer,
pursuing peaks
understood solely by the forces
that created them.
With you,
(beneath)
I move in stride
with the tides,
a thousand year’s
history of lunar pull,
rolling forward
only to recede.
With you,
(behind)
I give in to
animalistic urges,
mentioned only
in Sade or Sacher-Masoch,
become all consuming.
With you, ...
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