Submissions by FirstHorseman (Penny Cheek)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A young artist trying to express myself through many mediums. I'd like to call myself a poet. Therefore I am.
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 9:06pm
12th Jul 2016 9:06pm
Performance
His fingers
pierced my hollow spaces,
dipped into my drip,
my taste, my scent
he says he wants to bottle.
A shaking-body memory
of being some of the best
he's ever had.
Confidence pumping into me,
a sharp thrust to keep me satisfied,
a performance piece to make him cum.
Sweet whispers sifting through my ears,
soaking the sheets beneath me.
I become a prize of sweet release,
fantasy taken to be real,
something new to feel,
you'll want to feel,
over and over
again.
A taste he won't forget.
A good...
pierced my hollow spaces,
dipped into my drip,
my taste, my scent
he says he wants to bottle.
A shaking-body memory
of being some of the best
he's ever had.
Confidence pumping into me,
a sharp thrust to keep me satisfied,
a performance piece to make him cum.
Sweet whispers sifting through my ears,
soaking the sheets beneath me.
I become a prize of sweet release,
fantasy taken to be real,
something new to feel,
you'll want to feel,
over and over
again.
A taste he won't forget.
A good...
984 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2016 1:42pm
5th Jun 2016 1:42pm
I've Become
He takes
the words from my mouth
with a swift shove of his hand between my thighs.
My voice tapers into a whimper
as I let him divide me
into his own vision of art,
a masterpiece he makes
by taking me apart,
piece by piece...
And he continues,
undone until I am no longer me,
but something to savor in sweet moments I've made dull,
the appeal of my body wasted
by being the only thing every truly shown.
I am entertainment,
and unashamed.
No speaking,
just the sound of our pleasure reverberating
through empty chests,...
the words from my mouth
with a swift shove of his hand between my thighs.
My voice tapers into a whimper
as I let him divide me
into his own vision of art,
a masterpiece he makes
by taking me apart,
piece by piece...
And he continues,
undone until I am no longer me,
but something to savor in sweet moments I've made dull,
the appeal of my body wasted
by being the only thing every truly shown.
I am entertainment,
and unashamed.
No speaking,
just the sound of our pleasure reverberating
through empty chests,...
1119 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 10:50pm
4th Jun 2016 10:50pm
Mindless Submission
Ravage my body
with rough hands made to hurt
and a ruthless mind made to take what you want.
I am made to give you what you want.
Force me to obey with harsh words
and the slap of your hand against my skin,
a canvas of blue, black, and red,
a vessel for your entertainment,
an object for your pleasure,
something to be used.
Give me your pain
and let me entertain.
I offer my body at your feet
in any position you command.
I can be your slave,
open thighs with an open mind
to fill any way you wish
at any time you see fit.
with rough hands made to hurt
and a ruthless mind made to take what you want.
I am made to give you what you want.
Force me to obey with harsh words
and the slap of your hand against my skin,
a canvas of blue, black, and red,
a vessel for your entertainment,
an object for your pleasure,
something to be used.
Give me your pain
and let me entertain.
I offer my body at your feet
in any position you command.
I can be your slave,
open thighs with an open mind
to fill any way you wish
at any time you see fit.
760 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 10:48pm
4th Jun 2016 10:48pm
Hazy
Taxi cab nights,
a need for the closest thing
found to love
on another empty road,
streetlamp lonely.
Passion less spent
with nobody I've ever known.
Stranger ties,
a quickie in lesser condition,
a way out of dread.
a need for the closest thing
found to love
on another empty road,
streetlamp lonely.
Passion less spent
with nobody I've ever known.
Stranger ties,
a quickie in lesser condition,
a way out of dread.
628 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 00:19am
4th Jun 2016 00:19am
Sanctuary
Gagging the pills down my throat,
searching for relief inside bitter-tasting distractions.
My body longing for the feeling of complete utter unfeeling,
a sedative to my shaking hands and racing thoughts.
I need something to get me through these repetitive days,
something for this constant hair-pulling, skin-ripping stress that controls me.
I'd hand my brain over on a plate for one moment of peace,
one moment of fuzziness to bring me up.
I'm happier up high.
Happier where my thoughts can't catch me,
in the clouded judgment I'm coming to call home.
I...
searching for relief inside bitter-tasting distractions.
My body longing for the feeling of complete utter unfeeling,
a sedative to my shaking hands and racing thoughts.
I need something to get me through these repetitive days,
something for this constant hair-pulling, skin-ripping stress that controls me.
I'd hand my brain over on a plate for one moment of peace,
one moment of fuzziness to bring me up.
I'm happier up high.
Happier where my thoughts can't catch me,
in the clouded judgment I'm coming to call home.
I...
772 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 00:18am
4th Jun 2016 00:18am
Soul's Release
Tangled bodies
and pressing hands,
a mess of skin against skin.
Air escaping flowered lungs,
sounds of release
finally reaching open lips
always longing for more.
Tongues exchanging passion
through a dance only known
by those entwined in desire.
Searching mouths,
and wandering fingertips
over silk thighs and hollow spaces.
A delicate balance of lust
over the primal need for another's soul
in tune with their own.
Two heartbeats turned into one,
a song drifted between two bodies,
both knowing they've found home in the other.
and pressing hands,
a mess of skin against skin.
Air escaping flowered lungs,
sounds of release
finally reaching open lips
always longing for more.
Tongues exchanging passion
through a dance only known
by those entwined in desire.
Searching mouths,
and wandering fingertips
over silk thighs and hollow spaces.
A delicate balance of lust
over the primal need for another's soul
in tune with their own.
Two heartbeats turned into one,
a song drifted between two bodies,
both knowing they've found home in the other.
744 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2016 12:58pm
3rd Jun 2016 12:58pm
Solipsist Sky
Orbit my eyes
with a frenzy of dreams.
Stitch me together
with marionette strings.
Watch my kingdom reach
across concept skies,
unconventional colors
with emotional ties.
Sand waves cross blank space,
color stains through,
nothing longer real,
nor even you.
Particle by dust,
tidal wave blank.
Twist, turn into shatter
when the hour is at stake.
with a frenzy of dreams.
Stitch me together
with marionette strings.
Watch my kingdom reach
across concept skies,
unconventional colors
with emotional ties.
Sand waves cross blank space,
color stains through,
nothing longer real,
nor even you.
Particle by dust,
tidal wave blank.
Twist, turn into shatter
when the hour is at stake.
542 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2016 12:57pm
3rd Jun 2016 12:57pm
Is This Sleaze?
Give me something
I can throw away,
crumple my inhibitions
and run.
I need this nothing,
this cheap excuse for affection,
keeping me running
on reckless fumes
in cheap hotels,
backseats of cars,
I can be nobody
for a night.
I can throw away,
crumple my inhibitions
and run.
I need this nothing,
this cheap excuse for affection,
keeping me running
on reckless fumes
in cheap hotels,
backseats of cars,
I can be nobody
for a night.
529 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 11:29pm
2nd Jun 2016 11:29pm
Small Town Entertainment
All these married men
wanting young cunt at their fingertips
two in fact,
three if they want me loud,
but they never do
when they sneak so much.
They feel powerful
with a creature like me,
something taboo they ought not to have.
One A.M. covering the backseat.
A bed made for two
holding two without moral
while the one is away.
A phone call
to say goodnight,
try not to moan
while you say you love her,
wedding ring brushed against my skin
we embrace.
wanting young cunt at their fingertips
two in fact,
three if they want me loud,
but they never do
when they sneak so much.
They feel powerful
with a creature like me,
something taboo they ought not to have.
One A.M. covering the backseat.
A bed made for two
holding two without moral
while the one is away.
A phone call
to say goodnight,
try not to moan
while you say you love her,
wedding ring brushed against my skin
we embrace.
561 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 11:22pm
2nd Jun 2016 11:22pm
Inhale
Inhale me.
My broken bones
and empty moans,
take me into your arms
into your lips,
I can be an affair
you won't regret,
Be my lover
lover of a broken soul
for a night,
for a day.
I don't mind if you bite,
I don't mind what you say.
Fill me with deep sighs
to occupy my empty skin
and hide my sorrowed eyes.
My broken bones
and empty moans,
take me into your arms
into your lips,
I can be an affair
you won't regret,
Be my lover
lover of a broken soul
for a night,
for a day.
I don't mind if you bite,
I don't mind what you say.
Fill me with deep sighs
to occupy my empty skin
and hide my sorrowed eyes.
666 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 12:44pm
2nd Jun 2016 12:44pm
Obsess
Nymphomania
in the best of ways,
a string a lovers
who never stay.
Infatuated
with the feel
of another's embrace.
My favorite obsession,
a distraction
with open-mouthed moans,
and tangled bodies,
a kiss to seal my heart on my cheek.
in the best of ways,
a string a lovers
who never stay.
Infatuated
with the feel
of another's embrace.
My favorite obsession,
a distraction
with open-mouthed moans,
and tangled bodies,
a kiss to seal my heart on my cheek.
713 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 12:43pm
2nd Jun 2016 12:43pm
Write Me?
Write me a poem
with your tongue on my skin.
Whisper the way your mind wanders
when I'm on it,
When my body is at your hands,
bared to your eyes,
bared to your frenzied lips.
I need to know the way I feel
to your pressing skin,
how I intoxicate your senses.
Write me into a steamy work,
write me to arouse,
a lovely figment
to be fantasized.
Show me what you want,
what I am to feel like in your grasp,
in an embrace taken fully,
an attraction not to be forgotten.
with your tongue on my skin.
Whisper the way your mind wanders
when I'm on it,
When my body is at your hands,
bared to your eyes,
bared to your frenzied lips.
I need to know the way I feel
to your pressing skin,
how I intoxicate your senses.
Write me into a steamy work,
write me to arouse,
a lovely figment
to be fantasized.
Show me what you want,
what I am to feel like in your grasp,
in an embrace taken fully,
an attraction not to be forgotten.
792 reads
1 Comment
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