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.
She Whispers Inside My Head
#love
#erotic
#dreams #death
#dreams #death
466 reads
3 Comments
Pencil Sketch
#sex
#dreams
#memories
512 reads
4 Comments
A Lovely Score
They had no way of knowing
That her future was assured
Her mother called it fate
Her dad said she was lured
Regardless, it was meant to be
She thought her date was fine
With red nails her mother manicured
The man thought her refined
He was sure to have his way
He calmly played his part
Then magic struck them in the dark
Like an ancient work of art
Her tender hands gripped his arm
As he pressed into her womb
Their rhythm and breathless gasps
Filled the hotel room
He knew what he was...
That her future was assured
Her mother called it fate
Her dad said she was lured
Regardless, it was meant to be
She thought her date was fine
With red nails her mother manicured
The man thought her refined
He was sure to have his way
He calmly played his part
Then magic struck them in the dark
Like an ancient work of art
Her tender hands gripped his arm
As he pressed into her womb
Their rhythm and breathless gasps
Filled the hotel room
He knew what he was...
#sex
#confusion
#deception
391 reads
1 Comment
Tonight I'll Have a Short Girl
#teens
#sex
393 reads
5 Comments
Easter Eggs
It’s after church
It went long
You sang a lovely
Easter song
It’s after church
Slip off your dress
I want to feel
Your sweet caress
It’s after church
Don’t make me beg
I spread your legs
Seeking Easter eggs
It went long
You sang a lovely
Easter song
It’s after church
Slip off your dress
I want to feel
Your sweet caress
It’s after church
Don’t make me beg
I spread your legs
Seeking Easter eggs
#sex
#Easter
#religion
611 reads
4 Comments
Eternity’s Record
Make note of first glances.
Write down each tender touch.
Place notes carefully in eternity’s record,
so they can be lost to time.
Will our whispers in union be added to the oceans
as proof that living cells were once in motion?
When all has been counted, sorted, and logged,
what mysteries of souls will remain?
Will the layering of stone, pressed down with time and heat,
whisper from our generation’s crystal vein?
Will these moments of lust and delight
one day tumble as smoothed river rock,
dancing with...
Write down each tender touch.
Place notes carefully in eternity’s record,
so they can be lost to time.
Will our whispers in union be added to the oceans
as proof that living cells were once in motion?
When all has been counted, sorted, and logged,
what mysteries of souls will remain?
Will the layering of stone, pressed down with time and heat,
whisper from our generation’s crystal vein?
Will these moments of lust and delight
one day tumble as smoothed river rock,
dancing with...
#love
#erotic
#death #despair
#death #despair
454 reads
7 Comments
Parade of Souls
My parade of souls,
remnants of fleshly appetites fulfilled.
Some were loved
Some feasted upon
Some morsels of a single meal
Some were innocent, beautiful,
the princess of their families.
Some were easy prey,
precious whores in the making.
Their physical fibers, and lovely forms
breathed in living cells,
as much a part of creation as the stars.
Each frame unique and memorable.
Each, in her own way,
sustaining my lusts.
remnants of fleshly appetites fulfilled.
Some were loved
Some feasted upon
Some morsels of a single meal
Some were innocent, beautiful,
the princess of their families.
Some were easy prey,
precious whores in the making.
Their physical fibers, and lovely forms
breathed in living cells,
as much a part of creation as the stars.
Each frame unique and memorable.
Each, in her own way,
sustaining my lusts.
#sex
#humankind
#gratitude
307 reads
4 Comments
Costly Disdain
You glisten bronze in the morning sun
gliding across the sand.
My pale body, barely awake, would startle anyone.
I smile through my drunken fog and say,
“Listen in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
You look back on me surprised – perturbed.
Now I have your eyes!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and your eyes turn quickly away.
I stare after as your form grows smaller in the distance.
I memorize the lovely shape of your silhouette against the blue sky. ...
gliding across the sand.
My pale body, barely awake, would startle anyone.
I smile through my drunken fog and say,
“Listen in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
You look back on me surprised – perturbed.
Now I have your eyes!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and your eyes turn quickly away.
I stare after as your form grows smaller in the distance.
I memorize the lovely shape of your silhouette against the blue sky. ...
#alcohol
#despair
#revenge #hurt
#revenge #hurt
395 reads
1 Comment
Through These Lips
Through these lips move all that is
or was her life, from her mother’s milk until tonight,
her lover’s seed.
She smiled then gave her lips to me,
steamy entrance to her life, silently swaddling me
to ecstasy.
or was her life, from her mother’s milk until tonight,
her lover’s seed.
She smiled then gave her lips to me,
steamy entrance to her life, silently swaddling me
to ecstasy.
#sex
436 reads
3 Comments
A Lustful Prayer
#marriage
#sex
#memories
631 reads
4 Comments
Time to Dine
#sex
#erotic
#food #deception
#food #deception
393 reads
1 Comment
Put My Stick in Overdrive
#sex
#rap
500 reads
2 Comments
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