Submissions by Lookawaynow (Rose)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One slight poet Beautiful around the edges
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 4:44pm
2nd Apr 2013 4:44pm
Up The Junction
"You find the one you like ..."
"It don't matter where it is"
"Me and a few others will go get you a good price"
"knock on the door, You know.."
"Get you a real good price"
"Not for sale? "
"Hahaha"
"I said any one didn't I.. "
"We make them good offers.."
**True Conversation a few days ago
It seems even estate agents are feeling the pinch
having to go and get all dirty putting on the squeeze**
"It don't matter where it is"
"Me and a few others will go get you a good price"
"knock on the door, You know.."
"Get you a real good price"
"Not for sale? "
"Hahaha"
"I said any one didn't I.. "
"We make them good offers.."
**True Conversation a few days ago
It seems even estate agents are feeling the pinch
having to go and get all dirty putting on the squeeze**
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4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 4:30pm
2nd Apr 2013 4:30pm
Bass Line
There are days I'm scared God will look me up.
Telling me to give away deviant thoughts and follow
different bass line beats to the one's I worship.
If God looked me up..
Would you still follow?
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Telling me to give away deviant thoughts and follow
different bass line beats to the one's I worship.
If God looked me up..
Would you still follow?
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 4:33pm
1st Apr 2013 4:33pm
Hand In Hand
I like the way my hand feels when it's within yours.
Reminding me of the first time we touched.
The mornings we layed there upon our bed making
future plans.
The nights gone by when we climaxed together with
our hands entwined making promises of forever love.
The strolls in the sun and brisk walks in the cold.
The times of bereavement when words were of little comfort.
After all this time..
I still like the way my hand feels when it's within yours.
Reminding me of the first time we touched.
The mornings we layed there upon our bed making
future plans.
The nights gone by when we climaxed together with
our hands entwined making promises of forever love.
The strolls in the sun and brisk walks in the cold.
The times of bereavement when words were of little comfort.
After all this time..
I still like the way my hand feels when it's within yours.
748 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 3:23pm
1st Apr 2013 3:23pm
White Flags
Let me show you.
Why I dream of you..
Snaking your way up from under
my covers, As I dream you into my
sensual world.
Warming my toes up as you travel
with heated breathe and soft sucks.
Don't make me beg you to meander
up higher. Though not to quick,
Make your movements slow but decisive.
Know what you want, But.. More importantly..
know what I want.
...
Why I dream of you..
Snaking your way up from under
my covers, As I dream you into my
sensual world.
Warming my toes up as you travel
with heated breathe and soft sucks.
Don't make me beg you to meander
up higher. Though not to quick,
Make your movements slow but decisive.
Know what you want, But.. More importantly..
know what I want.
...
1178 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 7:44am
1st Apr 2013 7:44am
Tightrope
Everyone has that line to walk up to
The one they would prefer not to cross over.
Me and my man walk that line daily Like
artists upon a tight rope we wobble and
shake as we try not to fall, With a trained
eye and experienced touch we push on to
hear our own approaching pleasure shouts.
My drive to...
The one they would prefer not to cross over.
Me and my man walk that line daily Like
artists upon a tight rope we wobble and
shake as we try not to fall, With a trained
eye and experienced touch we push on to
hear our own approaching pleasure shouts.
My drive to...
893 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 11:30am
27th Mar 2013 11:30am
Gardening made Easy
I might well be submissive to his every sexual craving
To do his bidding in the bedroom or anywhere he requests
I don't question his thinking. His bitch I am and whore myself
out willingly to his desires I yearn for.
But sometimes I turn the tables..
Just to let him know who's really in control of his twitching
cock.
To let him know it's me and me alone that gets it standing
proud. Getting him to strip off in the shed, Watching
intently as he does, Taking his clothes as he stands naked
before me. Telling him as I...
To do his bidding in the bedroom or anywhere he requests
I don't question his thinking. His bitch I am and whore myself
out willingly to his desires I yearn for.
But sometimes I turn the tables..
Just to let him know who's really in control of his twitching
cock.
To let him know it's me and me alone that gets it standing
proud. Getting him to strip off in the shed, Watching
intently as he does, Taking his clothes as he stands naked
before me. Telling him as I...
923 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 10:38am
27th Mar 2013 10:38am
House Hunting
There is a house somewhere that's got our name on it.
The present occupiers don't realise that they will sell up,
But the thought will cross there minds at some point, Be
it through divorce or death, Maybe they will just decide
to move on.
I hope it's by the sea, Close enough to take those cold
morning walks and warm evening strolls. I Hope that they
live on the eastern side and not the bracing west, But we
can be flexable and wear more layers I guess.
It would be nice...
The present occupiers don't realise that they will sell up,
But the thought will cross there minds at some point, Be
it through divorce or death, Maybe they will just decide
to move on.
I hope it's by the sea, Close enough to take those cold
morning walks and warm evening strolls. I Hope that they
live on the eastern side and not the bracing west, But we
can be flexable and wear more layers I guess.
It would be nice...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 9:46pm
26th Mar 2013 9:46pm
Mr & Mrs
Mrs Evans, Mid forties, Nice woman, Keeps herself to herself
Never a bad word spoken always greets with a warm smile.
Mr Evans, Mid forties, Charming man, Coming around every
day helping out little old me, Helpless mother of two,
I Find it hard to manage..To manage without his balls slapping
against my pussy. No sooner have I got the kids to school then
Ding Dong.
All I have to do is open the door and in he barges.
we don't have time to relax as...
Never a bad word spoken always greets with a warm smile.
Mr Evans, Mid forties, Charming man, Coming around every
day helping out little old me, Helpless mother of two,
I Find it hard to manage..To manage without his balls slapping
against my pussy. No sooner have I got the kids to school then
Ding Dong.
All I have to do is open the door and in he barges.
we don't have time to relax as...
1021 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 6:43pm
26th Mar 2013 6:43pm
Do you wanna see it? xx
I guess typing out such devilish words like
dick or cock in my erotic poems means I gotta
be down there sucking yours anytime soon.
Tick tock...tick tock....
Don't go getting all excited now will you, with
messages all sweet and sugar candy laced to
charm the way for more desired intentions..
Tick tock.. tick tock..
That "can...
dick or cock in my erotic poems means I gotta
be down there sucking yours anytime soon.
Tick tock...tick tock....
Don't go getting all excited now will you, with
messages all sweet and sugar candy laced to
charm the way for more desired intentions..
Tick tock.. tick tock..
That "can...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 1:09pm
26th Mar 2013 1:09pm
Plastic Fantastic
He might well be silent and quiet for days on end.
But take him out and he lights up any given room,
Sending me racing to a distant lover my deviant
mind creates.
My toy boy might be small and plastic this is true
but Oh so big and powerful when energized.
He knows what buttons to press everytime, As I do his
with experienced fingers.
From slow tangos to high speed sambas we dance hand
in hand like devoted...
But take him out and he lights up any given room,
Sending me racing to a distant lover my deviant
mind creates.
My toy boy might be small and plastic this is true
but Oh so big and powerful when energized.
He knows what buttons to press everytime, As I do his
with experienced fingers.
From slow tangos to high speed sambas we dance hand
in hand like devoted...
932 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 10:34am
26th Mar 2013 10:34am
Comfy Seats
There's a guy going around selling tickets.
I'm not sure why anyone would want the
front row comfy seats when it's all rather
uncomfortable to watch close up.
All the hot discussions and heated debates
about loves trials and tribulations, To be
played out with guilty looks, Not knowing
whether to laugh out loud or quietly smile
in secret with the whispering tell tale signs
of quick glances and...
I'm not sure why anyone would want the
front row comfy seats when it's all rather
uncomfortable to watch close up.
All the hot discussions and heated debates
about loves trials and tribulations, To be
played out with guilty looks, Not knowing
whether to laugh out loud or quietly smile
in secret with the whispering tell tale signs
of quick glances and...
778 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 4:48pm
25th Mar 2013 4:48pm
Prizes and Surprises
That holiday abroad can't come soon enough.
I'll look good for you baby, From colourful evening
dresses.. to swim wear, Maybe a bikini with the
short skirt surround, You know me well enough by
now..
I'm sure your fingers will investigate whilst we play
around in the pool and I'm way sure too the fabric
will be closely looked at by eager eyes and mouth
when we are alone.. ...
I'll look good for you baby, From colourful evening
dresses.. to swim wear, Maybe a bikini with the
short skirt surround, You know me well enough by
now..
I'm sure your fingers will investigate whilst we play
around in the pool and I'm way sure too the fabric
will be closely looked at by eager eyes and mouth
when we are alone.. ...
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