Submissions by Lancerexford
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Feb 2024 6:21pm
14th Feb 2024 6:21pm
Hold out your breasts
#power
#BDSM
#lover
195 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Apr 2023 8:03pm
9th Apr 2023 8:03pm
Battle never won, but valiantly fought
#erotic
#power
#spiritual
129 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2023 1:40am
23rd Mar 2023 1:40am
Left to my own devices.
#sex
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
204 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Feb 2023 7:55pm
14th Feb 2023 7:55pm
cage love
#wife
#sex
#BDSM
304 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2023 9:06pm
8th Feb 2023 9:06pm
You Are the Harbour
#love
#drugs
#SelfDiscovery
210 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2023 6:19pm
1st Feb 2023 6:19pm
Baklava
Guilt, naughty adventure.
Sticky fingers ugh go to the sink.
The knife crunches the shells.
My mouth crunches the flakes.
Sweetness… starting in centre and spreading to the molars
Then liquid, gobbling the sweetness the way it does, making sweetness flow
Galumph
My God, what a shock! I swallowed.
What a loss, my mouth says. Where did all that liquid gold go?
Into my stomach where they say
The sweetness dries into poison, golden addictive poison.
Ugly thought. Thank God I’m done with it.
That was the last bite.
Sticky fingers ugh go to the sink.
The knife crunches the shells.
My mouth crunches the flakes.
Sweetness… starting in centre and spreading to the molars
Then liquid, gobbling the sweetness the way it does, making sweetness flow
Galumph
My God, what a shock! I swallowed.
What a loss, my mouth says. Where did all that liquid gold go?
Into my stomach where they say
The sweetness dries into poison, golden addictive poison.
Ugly thought. Thank God I’m done with it.
That was the last bite.
#food
172 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2023 5:39pm
29th Jan 2023 5:39pm
The Day Aura Celeste Died
The day Aura Celeste died
I sat in the battered leather chair on the porch,
Damp from a careless hosing of the hanging plants.
I heard the Robin clucking his evening song.
I heard an unfamiliar bird, perhaps babies whining for worms.
As dusk settled
Two families of coyotes cried to each other across the valley.
The orange cat perched on his spot on the table, licking a paw and surveying the garden.
Nothing was out of place on this late spring day,
When the forest displays so many lush, vibrant varieties of green. ...
I sat in the battered leather chair on the porch,
Damp from a careless hosing of the hanging plants.
I heard the Robin clucking his evening song.
I heard an unfamiliar bird, perhaps babies whining for worms.
As dusk settled
Two families of coyotes cried to each other across the valley.
The orange cat perched on his spot on the table, licking a paw and surveying the garden.
Nothing was out of place on this late spring day,
When the forest displays so many lush, vibrant varieties of green. ...
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
110 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jan 2023 8:03pm
28th Jan 2023 8:03pm
Cress
Cress
Lay yourself down on the soft naked cress
Fantasy floating on sweet caress
Beneath the tree, limbs spread in repose.
‘Neath wisps of cloud on the breeze’s flow.
Then fire-eater I become, as we conspire your delirium
Like the pilot fish who guides the shark
Where the clown is teased out of her dark
To the sweet and intimate shoal,
Where anemone fingers swirl and cajole
Then suddenly withdrawn, from a vibration too strong.
The fishes fins fan the fire
Siamese twins drawn by two...
Lay yourself down on the soft naked cress
Fantasy floating on sweet caress
Beneath the tree, limbs spread in repose.
‘Neath wisps of cloud on the breeze’s flow.
Then fire-eater I become, as we conspire your delirium
Like the pilot fish who guides the shark
Where the clown is teased out of her dark
To the sweet and intimate shoal,
Where anemone fingers swirl and cajole
Then suddenly withdrawn, from a vibration too strong.
The fishes fins fan the fire
Siamese twins drawn by two...
#erotic
311 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2023 00:44am
27th Jan 2023 00:44am
The eye
The face was rather gruesome.
That it was clearly a face,
Garish, decrepit,
Featured in the very worst light.
Unforgivable giving the tools we’ve been given
To tweak, to enhance, to smooth to glorify.
It leaves, then, why he did it.
To mean to be seen in this way?
To mean… what?
That he is scary that you should stay away?
That he repels in you that sense of the macabre you eschew
Or do you?
That it was clearly a face,
Garish, decrepit,
Featured in the very worst light.
Unforgivable giving the tools we’ve been given
To tweak, to enhance, to smooth to glorify.
It leaves, then, why he did it.
To mean to be seen in this way?
To mean… what?
That he is scary that you should stay away?
That he repels in you that sense of the macabre you eschew
Or do you?
#emotions
242 reads
1 Comment
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