Submissions by King-Galaxius (King-Galaxius Stravinsky)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello world! My name is King-Galaxius Riggoletto-Vladmir Stravinsky. I am a poet.
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 00:16am
21st Jan 2013 00:16am
Arabian Nights: Between Our Thighs
I wake up and go to bed wet without your touch. Nestle in that furry pillow of darkness surrounding desert bliss between your thighs.
When your diamonds split, magnificent river of cum , so much of it goes inside and down the sides of my chocolate rose petals. Two sets of thighs spread wide and all ready to mount, screaming, moaning in ecstasy until we reach that plateau.
Humping afterwards until we cannot pump anymore. Midnight musk emanates from our sweat glistened bodies. To the break of dawn we break. What now my lover? I am bereft. Until you come back to me, I will overflow...
When your diamonds split, magnificent river of cum , so much of it goes inside and down the sides of my chocolate rose petals. Two sets of thighs spread wide and all ready to mount, screaming, moaning in ecstasy until we reach that plateau.
Humping afterwards until we cannot pump anymore. Midnight musk emanates from our sweat glistened bodies. To the break of dawn we break. What now my lover? I am bereft. Until you come back to me, I will overflow...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th May 2012 8:31pm
30th May 2012 8:31pm
I Wish You Well
Peaches Crabtree Foxhound Dogooder was raised in a place called Perfection. For years she had a perfect life. It was so perfect that she never knew the meaning of strife. She grew up on Mulberry Lane, with a perfectly beautiful house, a rose garden, olive tree, an back yard where grapes, strawberries, and blueberries brew wild, but was kept neat in appearance.
The house was even surrounded by a white picket fence. Neatly trimmed bonzai trees surrounded the house for peaceful vibes and a feeling of tranquility. At the break of dawn, Peaches would loudly call for her dog named Kitty and...
The house was even surrounded by a white picket fence. Neatly trimmed bonzai trees surrounded the house for peaceful vibes and a feeling of tranquility. At the break of dawn, Peaches would loudly call for her dog named Kitty and...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Nov 2011 4:49am
14th Nov 2011 4:49am
Too Old and Tired To Be Nasty
Cherry needed a job and money really fast. The last two years of her life sped by like a race car at Nascar speedway. To her it felt like a ride on Six Flags's most dangerous roller coaster. Homeland Security laid her off after she put in fifty years of work.
After leaving her comfort zone of whatever her comfort zone was, she decided to try a new career (she tried that is). This situation led her down the same path like millions of other Americans: unemployed. She was so happy about the prospect of a career change, even though she became penniless.
What did she do after losing her...
After leaving her comfort zone of whatever her comfort zone was, she decided to try a new career (she tried that is). This situation led her down the same path like millions of other Americans: unemployed. She was so happy about the prospect of a career change, even though she became penniless.
What did she do after losing her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 11:40am
16th Jun 2011 11:40am
Not Working
No, I'm not working and do not like that term!
It's like burning someone's hand from a Bone Straight perm.
My first thought was that it was a job.
But, how could that be when practically every loser in town used this same term?
"Working" means that they're looking for a prostitute, you see.
No, you're not my pimp! And, I'm not your whore!
If you want one, go to Nevada or Holland. The situation ought to be simp.
Now I know the meaning. Sorry, my ass ain't nasty. I'm into spiritual fitness.
Being brought up a the right way, I also used to be a Jehovah's...
It's like burning someone's hand from a Bone Straight perm.
My first thought was that it was a job.
But, how could that be when practically every loser in town used this same term?
"Working" means that they're looking for a prostitute, you see.
No, you're not my pimp! And, I'm not your whore!
If you want one, go to Nevada or Holland. The situation ought to be simp.
Now I know the meaning. Sorry, my ass ain't nasty. I'm into spiritual fitness.
Being brought up a the right way, I also used to be a Jehovah's...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 11:27am
16th Jun 2011 11:27am
Bum Rap (They Stole)
Now let me tell you something. This ain't expected to be a hit. Being a bum can be some overrated hyped up shit.
Living the life sure ain't fair. In fact, being so dependent can be your worst nightmare.
Afternoon naps for only the employed.
Those of us not working have to stay up all day walking around town sleepless like a zombie.
Once the doors in the evening open, lying in a blanket full of holes feels like wearing Hambercrombie and Glitch.
Just kidding. Having fun.
Finally getting some sleep in the night makes you say,"Thank God and finally, hun."
Now...
Living the life sure ain't fair. In fact, being so dependent can be your worst nightmare.
Afternoon naps for only the employed.
Those of us not working have to stay up all day walking around town sleepless like a zombie.
Once the doors in the evening open, lying in a blanket full of holes feels like wearing Hambercrombie and Glitch.
Just kidding. Having fun.
Finally getting some sleep in the night makes you say,"Thank God and finally, hun."
Now...
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