Submissions by LostViking (Lost Viking)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry so dark feelings find their voice. Sometimes the result is pleasing, dark, ugly, or humorous. Writing is a good way to get the crap out.
The Clasp of Her
My lover is
a wordless poem,
temporal as a sparrow’s flight.
Like most poems, she is untrue,
but an open door, like a maple leaf
spreading in grief.
I rest in the stillness
of her warm ascent,
before feeling the clasp of her
churning pits of passion.
a wordless poem,
temporal as a sparrow’s flight.
Like most poems, she is untrue,
but an open door, like a maple leaf
spreading in grief.
I rest in the stillness
of her warm ascent,
before feeling the clasp of her
churning pits of passion.
#lust
#sex
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A Many-Sided Marvel

#death
#lust
#sex #women
#sex #women
176 reads
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First, But Not Complete
Beneath the bloom of your new dawn,
A new life stirs—your first to spawn
In sacred times before her cry,
I touched your love that will not die.
Though deeper loves now call your heart,
I fucked your kind uncharted parts.
Congratulations soft and sweet,
For I was first, but not complete.
Your eyes are soft for what comes next,
But I’ll always be your faithful ex.
A new life stirs—your first to spawn
In sacred times before her cry,
I touched your love that will not die.
Though deeper loves now call your heart,
I fucked your kind uncharted parts.
Congratulations soft and sweet,
For I was first, but not complete.
Your eyes are soft for what comes next,
But I’ll always be your faithful ex.
#FirstLove
#pregnancy
#sex
197 reads
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Earthly Fellowship
He embraces a lover, not only because of lust,
but because he's learning that human
flesh—every part has always been divine.
As he enters her, efficiency is not the goal.
Speed, success, procreation—
these are distractions from the trust in her breaths.
Is this not prayer, this joining of two as one,
becoming something greater than their parts?
For in the gentle press of lips and
the strength of hips finding cadence
there is joy, there is worship,
in this tender, earthly fellowship.
but because he's learning that human
flesh—every part has always been divine.
As he enters her, efficiency is not the goal.
Speed, success, procreation—
these are distractions from the trust in her breaths.
Is this not prayer, this joining of two as one,
becoming something greater than their parts?
For in the gentle press of lips and
the strength of hips finding cadence
there is joy, there is worship,
in this tender, earthly fellowship.
#prayer
#religion
#sex
198 reads
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Eternal Night
In grace, they bloomed, life's tender breasts,
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
#aging
#death
211 reads
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Dorm Room
Their dads snapped a photo with pride
Their mothers quietly cried.
The daughters they kissed
Would soon find their bliss
With boys who fell by her sides.
Their mothers quietly cried.
The daughters they kissed
Would soon find their bliss
With boys who fell by her sides.
#college
#sex
169 reads
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How Sweet is This Coming!
I love who you are today,
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
#beauty
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#orgasm
#women
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A Rented Bed
In that room that was new to us both,
the only sounds were soft creaking of
a rented bed and a soft slapping of skin on skin.
Despite the cool air, beads of sweat
formed on my brow and a flash of
panic shot behind my eyes.
I’d stumbled too close! I could not bring
myself to withdraw. I pressed deep and
paused accepting the inevitable.
God she was so warm and wet inside!
It was happening and there would be
no stopping it. My girlfriend’s brows furrowed
over eyes wide with disbelief as she
realized what was...
the only sounds were soft creaking of
a rented bed and a soft slapping of skin on skin.
Despite the cool air, beads of sweat
formed on my brow and a flash of
panic shot behind my eyes.
I’d stumbled too close! I could not bring
myself to withdraw. I pressed deep and
paused accepting the inevitable.
God she was so warm and wet inside!
It was happening and there would be
no stopping it. My girlfriend’s brows furrowed
over eyes wide with disbelief as she
realized what was...
#sex
#teens
201 reads
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Finding Love at the Waffle House
The Waffle House on the outskirts of Lebanon, MO, exudes an unmistakable aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee that seems to hang in the air like a comforting cloud. This quaint establishment features vinyl booths in shades of fading turquoise and a counter worn smooth by the countless elbows of truckers, tourists, and townsfolk that have propped there over the years. The linoleum floor, a checkerboard of black and white squares, bears the scuffs and marks of time and the shuffling feet of daily patrons.
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
#coffee
#sex
#travel
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The New Woman
I envy her, the new woman,
Whose lips you now taste,
Gently, tenderly, like a secret
Whispered between breaths.
Her body is a temple that chains,
A captor of your soul I could not hold,
A purveyor of the sweetest euphoria.
She now lies beside you in darkness,
Her warmth, a stark reminder
Of the stranger now hold in my bed.
Forgive me, for I covet
The sinful thrill of your touch,
A remnant of longing for the forbidden,
A delight that dances with shadows.
I praise the new woman, this stranger,
The new keeper...
Whose lips you now taste,
Gently, tenderly, like a secret
Whispered between breaths.
Her body is a temple that chains,
A captor of your soul I could not hold,
A purveyor of the sweetest euphoria.
She now lies beside you in darkness,
Her warmth, a stark reminder
Of the stranger now hold in my bed.
Forgive me, for I covet
The sinful thrill of your touch,
A remnant of longing for the forbidden,
A delight that dances with shadows.
I praise the new woman, this stranger,
The new keeper...
#betrayal
#breakup
#sex
214 reads
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Erotic Murder

#betrayal
#death
#murder #sex
#murder #sex
148 reads
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Falling Inside of Her
Looking down at her tender whiteness,
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted to fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted to fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
#sex
#teens
236 reads
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