Submissions by DirtyMartini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Oct 2012 7:04am
15th Oct 2012 7:04am
Morning In The Park
An erotic story involving bondage and public sex for your reading pleasure...and the second story I ever wrote, btw...
Morning In The Park
After nearly 20 years in a rather unexciting marriage and finding myself single again at the age of 45, meeting Joyce seemed a bit like a dream come true. She was a rather leggy 23-year-old with perky breasts only a woman her age could possess. Like a lot of younger women, she wanted to try it all, including being with an older man. I was only glad to help out. She said she liked my maturity and the fact that I took my time in the...
Morning In The Park
After nearly 20 years in a rather unexciting marriage and finding myself single again at the age of 45, meeting Joyce seemed a bit like a dream come true. She was a rather leggy 23-year-old with perky breasts only a woman her age could possess. Like a lot of younger women, she wanted to try it all, including being with an older man. I was only glad to help out. She said she liked my maturity and the fact that I took my time in the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 7:01am
15th Oct 2012 7:01am
Political Banter
Once again it’s that time of year,
When political banter seems the rage.
When otherwise normal people,
Try to come off as some worldly sage.
I have friends who are really nice folks,
Any other time of the year.
But, once they start with the political rants,
I really don’t want them near.
Of course, their views are always right,
How could it be any other way?
And you too could be right like them,
If you just listen to what they say.
Some people take it all quite seriously,
And engage in rather spirited exchange. ...
When political banter seems the rage.
When otherwise normal people,
Try to come off as some worldly sage.
I have friends who are really nice folks,
Any other time of the year.
But, once they start with the political rants,
I really don’t want them near.
Of course, their views are always right,
How could it be any other way?
And you too could be right like them,
If you just listen to what they say.
Some people take it all quite seriously,
And engage in rather spirited exchange. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 00:40am
14th Oct 2012 00:40am
Them Poker Blues
Went to a casino the other day,
A game of hold 'em I was hopin' to play,
Entered the poker room and looked around,
Found me a seat and sat right down.
As I laid down my chips and started to play,
I hoped that luck would come my way,
For a while the cards were running cold,
Most of my moves were check and fold.
As the game continued on,
I realized half my chips were gone,
But before it could go from bad to worse,
I saw my luck was about to reverse.
For as I sat among those expressionless faces,
I was suddenly holding a pair of...
A game of hold 'em I was hopin' to play,
Entered the poker room and looked around,
Found me a seat and sat right down.
As I laid down my chips and started to play,
I hoped that luck would come my way,
For a while the cards were running cold,
Most of my moves were check and fold.
As the game continued on,
I realized half my chips were gone,
But before it could go from bad to worse,
I saw my luck was about to reverse.
For as I sat among those expressionless faces,
I was suddenly holding a pair of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 00:37am
14th Oct 2012 00:37am
Master At Your Craft
You're truly a master at your craft,
The way you hold and stroke my shaft,
The way your tongue starts to glide,
Along my sensitive underside,
The way you look up with your big, dark eyes,
As your head is bobbing between my thighs,
The way you gently massage the tip,
With your soft tongue and lower lip,
Girl, you make me want to scream,
As you start to lap up all my cream,
Girl you make me want to cry,
As you suck my big member dry,
I don't want you to ever stop,
Till you lap up every single drop,
Girl, I'm glad it's you I know,
A...
The way you hold and stroke my shaft,
The way your tongue starts to glide,
Along my sensitive underside,
The way you look up with your big, dark eyes,
As your head is bobbing between my thighs,
The way you gently massage the tip,
With your soft tongue and lower lip,
Girl, you make me want to scream,
As you start to lap up all my cream,
Girl you make me want to cry,
As you suck my big member dry,
I don't want you to ever stop,
Till you lap up every single drop,
Girl, I'm glad it's you I know,
A...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 4:28pm
13th Oct 2012 4:28pm
The Letter
I think we've all wanted to write a letter like this at one time or another...and forgiveness is not always easy...
The Letter
I poured out every thought upon the page,
Filling it up with all the rage and anger,
That you have instilled inside me.
My pen literally quivered,
As I held it in my sweaty hand,
Yet the words flowed swiftly,
As venomous as any snake,
And almost as deadly.
As I poured the last of the wine into my glass,
I reviewed my handiwork.
Three pages of anger.
Three pages of hurt.
An expression of...
The Letter
I poured out every thought upon the page,
Filling it up with all the rage and anger,
That you have instilled inside me.
My pen literally quivered,
As I held it in my sweaty hand,
Yet the words flowed swiftly,
As venomous as any snake,
And almost as deadly.
As I poured the last of the wine into my glass,
I reviewed my handiwork.
Three pages of anger.
Three pages of hurt.
An expression of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 4:25pm
13th Oct 2012 4:25pm
We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)
My most well-known poem, see my profile for details...Recalling the better aspects of humanity on that day...the heroes...
We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)
Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
Should be remembered by us all.
Who left the comfort of their home,
To face perils as yet unknown,
An embodiment of goodness on a day,
When men's hearts had gone astray.
Sons and daughters like me and you,
Who never questioned what they had to do,
Who by example, were a...
We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)
Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
Should be remembered by us all.
Who left the comfort of their home,
To face perils as yet unknown,
An embodiment of goodness on a day,
When men's hearts had gone astray.
Sons and daughters like me and you,
Who never questioned what they had to do,
Who by example, were a...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 8:14am
13th Oct 2012 8:14am
What A Difference A Year Can Make
Nothing in life is guaranteed,
Of this lesson I should take heed,
For what life gives it can surely take,
What a difference a year can make.
A year ago I was standing tall,
It seemed as though I had it all,
Somehow though my luck had turned,
I consider it a lesson learned.
Failure is hard, but so is success,
Too many drown in their own excess,
But no matter what, my spirit won't break,
What a difference a year can make.
10-02-10.
Of this lesson I should take heed,
For what life gives it can surely take,
What a difference a year can make.
A year ago I was standing tall,
It seemed as though I had it all,
Somehow though my luck had turned,
I consider it a lesson learned.
Failure is hard, but so is success,
Too many drown in their own excess,
But no matter what, my spirit won't break,
What a difference a year can make.
10-02-10.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 8:11am
13th Oct 2012 8:11am
Steal This Poem
Written in response to the widespread plagiarism on the net...go ahead, make my day...
Steal This Poem...
You probably were a bully,
Who never did well in school,
Stole other kid’s lunch money,
And thought it was really cool.
And now you’ve moved on,
To stealing other’s work and time,
All without a hint of remorse,
As if it’s not even a real crime.
I’d like to think people like you,
Deserve a special place in Hell,
For when you steal an author’s work,
You steal a piece of them as well.
So now I’m going to dare...
Steal This Poem...
You probably were a bully,
Who never did well in school,
Stole other kid’s lunch money,
And thought it was really cool.
And now you’ve moved on,
To stealing other’s work and time,
All without a hint of remorse,
As if it’s not even a real crime.
I’d like to think people like you,
Deserve a special place in Hell,
For when you steal an author’s work,
You steal a piece of them as well.
So now I’m going to dare...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 9:37pm
12th Oct 2012 9:37pm
No Help At All
I sit at my computer desk trying to think,
I pick up my coffee and start to drink,
I've been up all day and into the night,
Wracking my brain for something to write.
Just sitting around all day at home,
Hoping to write the next great tome,
But my progress has been terribly slow,
The words simply don't want to flow.
I realize to reap the glory and wealth,
My novel is not going to write itself,
It's my own project, I understand,
Though I wouldn't mind a helping hand.
I look at my dog and she starts to stare,
If she has any...
I pick up my coffee and start to drink,
I've been up all day and into the night,
Wracking my brain for something to write.
Just sitting around all day at home,
Hoping to write the next great tome,
But my progress has been terribly slow,
The words simply don't want to flow.
I realize to reap the glory and wealth,
My novel is not going to write itself,
It's my own project, I understand,
Though I wouldn't mind a helping hand.
I look at my dog and she starts to stare,
If she has any...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 9:35pm
12th Oct 2012 9:35pm
Paris Will Never Be The Same
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you’re alone.
I can’t help but recall the older days,
Of sipping wine in corner cafes,
Romantic dinners by candle light,
That lasted well into the night.
The walks along the river Seine,
Huddled together against the rain,
Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,
Stealing kisses, so discrete.
Now as I walk along the avenue,
I think about the times with you,
But the city we both loved so...
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you’re alone.
I can’t help but recall the older days,
Of sipping wine in corner cafes,
Romantic dinners by candle light,
That lasted well into the night.
The walks along the river Seine,
Huddled together against the rain,
Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,
Stealing kisses, so discrete.
Now as I walk along the avenue,
I think about the times with you,
But the city we both loved so...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 11:21am
11th Oct 2012 11:21am
The Facebook Poem
I’d heard about social networking,
And how it was the next big thing,
So I just had to take a look,
And ended up on Facebook.
It only took me a little while,
To fill out most of my profile,
But I have spent many a night,
Figuring out the rest of the site.
I never realized I had so many friends,
The friend requests never end,
All the people I can’t stand at work,
And now the biggest high school jerk.
I have to admit I’ve learned a bunch,
I know what all my friends eat for lunch,
And it really helps me that I know,...
And how it was the next big thing,
So I just had to take a look,
And ended up on Facebook.
It only took me a little while,
To fill out most of my profile,
But I have spent many a night,
Figuring out the rest of the site.
I never realized I had so many friends,
The friend requests never end,
All the people I can’t stand at work,
And now the biggest high school jerk.
I have to admit I’ve learned a bunch,
I know what all my friends eat for lunch,
And it really helps me that I know,...
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