Submissions by LyricIshani
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 8:17pm
31st Mar 2012 8:17pm
Beat of My Drum
Just rock to the beat of my drum.
No need to sing, no need to hum.
Our music won't be made my sounds
But by the frequencies of how my drum resounds.
There are no Hi hats and no stands.
No drumsticks; just your hands.
No cymbals. No pedal.
You be the bass, I'll be the treble.
This is music theory revised.
Now read the music in my eyes.
Every sigh is a new measure.
Get lost in the pleasure.
Slide your hands around my waist.
With each stroke, you set the pace.
I know you like it by your moan.
We both adults; so called grown.
You...
No need to sing, no need to hum.
Our music won't be made my sounds
But by the frequencies of how my drum resounds.
There are no Hi hats and no stands.
No drumsticks; just your hands.
No cymbals. No pedal.
You be the bass, I'll be the treble.
This is music theory revised.
Now read the music in my eyes.
Every sigh is a new measure.
Get lost in the pleasure.
Slide your hands around my waist.
With each stroke, you set the pace.
I know you like it by your moan.
We both adults; so called grown.
You...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 11:02pm
13th Feb 2012 11:02pm
Harlem Nights
You are my renaissance man.
1920's cool.
The Hughes to my Langston
The hues to my blues.
Tears flow from my eyes
As the negro speaks of rivers and blue skies.
Wanting to be near you like Minnie, mooching off of your intellectual jazz and Calloway swag.
Fats Waller playing the ivories as I give you the keys to my heart at my own rent party.
Jazz filled sounds of trumpets, saxes, and trombones play legato notes on my intellect.
Each slurred note slaying me into a world of chromatic agony.
Knowing music is my weakness, I can't counteract with a harmonic....
1920's cool.
The Hughes to my Langston
The hues to my blues.
Tears flow from my eyes
As the negro speaks of rivers and blue skies.
Wanting to be near you like Minnie, mooching off of your intellectual jazz and Calloway swag.
Fats Waller playing the ivories as I give you the keys to my heart at my own rent party.
Jazz filled sounds of trumpets, saxes, and trombones play legato notes on my intellect.
Each slurred note slaying me into a world of chromatic agony.
Knowing music is my weakness, I can't counteract with a harmonic....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 8:20pm
18th Nov 2011 8:20pm
Shhh
Don't say a word.
Everything I need to say will be done in action.
Every time I kiss you is telling you I want you
Every time I touch you I'm telling you I'm feeling you.
When I'm smiling at you, I'm saying you please me.
When I let slide inside me, I'm telling you I submit.
Each position is different.
Missionary means I adore You.
From the side means take your time.
When you hit it from The back,it means get it Daddy.
When I ride facing you, it means I am in control.
When I ride it froggy style It means This dick is good.
When I ride it with...
Everything I need to say will be done in action.
Every time I kiss you is telling you I want you
Every time I touch you I'm telling you I'm feeling you.
When I'm smiling at you, I'm saying you please me.
When I let slide inside me, I'm telling you I submit.
Each position is different.
Missionary means I adore You.
From the side means take your time.
When you hit it from The back,it means get it Daddy.
When I ride facing you, it means I am in control.
When I ride it froggy style It means This dick is good.
When I ride it with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 5:49pm
5th Nov 2011 5:49pm
Milk and Honey
Hot....
Sticky....
Creamy....
Wet....
Treacherous Tongue Teasing
Makes Me moan melodic measures of Praise.
Time is altered
Your big hand is on my breast and your short hand gripping my inner thigh.
The time? Clit thirty.
You meticulously strum me with your tongue into surrender
Slowly but surely my honey dew begins to surface as a glaze on your lips.
You seem pleased, but not yet satisfied. .
You crave something with a little more substance.
Calculated cunnilingus curator you...
Sticky....
Creamy....
Wet....
Treacherous Tongue Teasing
Makes Me moan melodic measures of Praise.
Time is altered
Your big hand is on my breast and your short hand gripping my inner thigh.
The time? Clit thirty.
You meticulously strum me with your tongue into surrender
Slowly but surely my honey dew begins to surface as a glaze on your lips.
You seem pleased, but not yet satisfied. .
You crave something with a little more substance.
Calculated cunnilingus curator you...
2592 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 6:07pm
28th Oct 2011 6:07pm
Suicide
There is much pain in loving you.
An endless torture that encompasses me.
My will is not my own; You over take it.
My common sense is thrown out the door.
I am not my own.
My mind has runaway from me.
I am mad.
Time does not heal all wounds…..Some just scab over only to be meddled with again.
Unwavering torment.
When will it end?
I am spent.
The Anguish of looking at you repulses me, yet I continue to look in the mirror.
I cannot recognize what is there; a distorted version of the woman I once knew.
Splatters of red hit the mirror as the...
An endless torture that encompasses me.
My will is not my own; You over take it.
My common sense is thrown out the door.
I am not my own.
My mind has runaway from me.
I am mad.
Time does not heal all wounds…..Some just scab over only to be meddled with again.
Unwavering torment.
When will it end?
I am spent.
The Anguish of looking at you repulses me, yet I continue to look in the mirror.
I cannot recognize what is there; a distorted version of the woman I once knew.
Splatters of red hit the mirror as the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 6:00pm
28th Oct 2011 6:00pm
Addiction
Loving you is an addiction,
A painful joy that is indescribable.
My love is not superficial,
I love you to your core.
I love your whole being and everything you are.
I have endured the worst pain and the greatest joy
Of my life with you .
In the game of love,
There are no losers.
Although heartbroken, I win
because I know I
Gave you all of me.
And I know you loved me too.
Although you may not know it.
Those moments when I cross your mind,
Are traces of our love’s past.
A love not forgotten.
My unforgettable addiction.
A painful joy that is indescribable.
My love is not superficial,
I love you to your core.
I love your whole being and everything you are.
I have endured the worst pain and the greatest joy
Of my life with you .
In the game of love,
There are no losers.
Although heartbroken, I win
because I know I
Gave you all of me.
And I know you loved me too.
Although you may not know it.
Those moments when I cross your mind,
Are traces of our love’s past.
A love not forgotten.
My unforgettable addiction.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Oct 2011 9:15pm
13th Oct 2011 9:15pm
Percussion Passion
I think it’s time to let the beat drop.
Creating beats that will forever keep me on your mind.
I’m gonna give you the blues and you’ll be playing a fatback beat when I am gone,
but while I’m here, I am going to groove and move you with my phrasing while you hit me with your double stroke roll.
It gets so good, that I don’t want to let go.
See, I am the clutch that keeps a tight grip on you to hold you in place while I slow up the tempo.
I ride the beat nice and slow and use my muscles to let you feel the pulse of the rhythm we are making.
With your hands you make...
Creating beats that will forever keep me on your mind.
I’m gonna give you the blues and you’ll be playing a fatback beat when I am gone,
but while I’m here, I am going to groove and move you with my phrasing while you hit me with your double stroke roll.
It gets so good, that I don’t want to let go.
See, I am the clutch that keeps a tight grip on you to hold you in place while I slow up the tempo.
I ride the beat nice and slow and use my muscles to let you feel the pulse of the rhythm we are making.
With your hands you make...
865 reads
4 Comments
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