Submissions by NP_NP
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I feel my moments deeply, and the moment I experience them, I write about them. I also turn my wild, crazy dreams into poetry—they’re too vivid not to share. I truly love life and believe it’s time to bring a whole new spin on poetry.
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 11:04pm
24th Dec 2024 11:04pm
Lap Dance
First, you grab him and guide him to the couch, pushing him gently until he sits. Drop to your knees, crawling toward him with deliberate, slow movements. As you reach him, slither up his lap, breathing him in before planting a soft kiss on his neck. Whisper, “You’re all I want.”
Slowly, you pull your top over your head, revealing you "forgot" to wear a bra. Taking his face in your hands, you press against him playfully, teasing with your touch. Bite your lip as you pull back, slipping out of your skirt. You keep your panties on, letting your hands trail your body as you...
Slowly, you pull your top over your head, revealing you "forgot" to wear a bra. Taking his face in your hands, you press against him playfully, teasing with your touch. Bite your lip as you pull back, slipping out of your skirt. You keep your panties on, letting your hands trail your body as you...
#erotic
#porn
#seductive
#sex
#sexy
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
A Witches Embrace
Religion was forged to keep us in chains,
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
#confessional
#dark
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#witches
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1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 4:24am
23rd Dec 2024 4:24am
Erotic
The things I’d do to you are both erotic and spiritual.
Let me consume you, kneeling at your feet,
as you drop your Wranglers,
revealing what I crave.
I’ll start at the shaft, slowly savoring,
making my way down to your balls,
taking one after the other into my mouth.
Sucking and slobbing,
tracing the path back to the tip of your cock.
Just know, I’ve always wanted to be a sword swallower,
and I’ve made it past the first two gag reflexes.
I’d want you to come,
just not in my mouth.
My tongue would start again, ...
Let me consume you, kneeling at your feet,
as you drop your Wranglers,
revealing what I crave.
I’ll start at the shaft, slowly savoring,
making my way down to your balls,
taking one after the other into my mouth.
Sucking and slobbing,
tracing the path back to the tip of your cock.
Just know, I’ve always wanted to be a sword swallower,
and I’ve made it past the first two gag reflexes.
I’d want you to come,
just not in my mouth.
My tongue would start again, ...
#dirty
#erotic
#orgasm
#porn
#sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 4:17am
23rd Dec 2024 4:17am
Trance
Why do I want you?
You’re so cool, everything you do leaves me in a trance.
I want to touch you—mind, body, and soul,
Feel you close as your lips meet my skin.
Slide your fingers inside me;
If you use two, I’ll show you just how wet I can get.
Let me run my tongue all over you,
Taste every part of you.
Slap me, choke me—be rough, but never cruel.
All I want is to taste your cock,
To feel you take me completely.
Pull my hair as you cum inside me,
And let me dream of carrying your seed.
NP
You’re so cool, everything you do leaves me in a trance.
I want to touch you—mind, body, and soul,
Feel you close as your lips meet my skin.
Slide your fingers inside me;
If you use two, I’ll show you just how wet I can get.
Let me run my tongue all over you,
Taste every part of you.
Slap me, choke me—be rough, but never cruel.
All I want is to taste your cock,
To feel you take me completely.
Pull my hair as you cum inside me,
And let me dream of carrying your seed.
NP
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#porn
#sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 11:15pm
19th Dec 2024 11:15pm
The Vibrating Couch
The bass hums low, a sultry embrace,
Vibrations dance through this loud space.
Teeth tremble, their chatter a song,
Yet my core stays steady, fierce and strong.
The haze of smoke curls, thick in the air,
No lover needed—just me and this chair.
Each pulse, each beat, a rhythm divine,
A secret pleasure that’s solely mine.
But then he passes, his glance a fire,
Eyes ignited by raw desire.
He sees the flush, the quake of my knees,
Knows my body’s tuned to the couch's tease.
Drunken words, a bold confession, ...
Vibrations dance through this loud space.
Teeth tremble, their chatter a song,
Yet my core stays steady, fierce and strong.
The haze of smoke curls, thick in the air,
No lover needed—just me and this chair.
Each pulse, each beat, a rhythm divine,
A secret pleasure that’s solely mine.
But then he passes, his glance a fire,
Eyes ignited by raw desire.
He sees the flush, the quake of my knees,
Knows my body’s tuned to the couch's tease.
Drunken words, a bold confession, ...
#dirty
#erotic
#seductive
#sex
#temptation
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
71 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
Inner Child
I lie in the grass with you,
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
86 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 1:59am
9th Dec 2024 1:59am
Religion
Men once marveled at your beauty—
I still see the flicker of who you could have been.
“You could have had it all,” I think,
And it burns my soul the most.
You clung to holy morals,
Clutching a Bible like a lifeline,
And it anchored you
In a sea of suffering you couldn't escape.
You could have graced the runway,
Dazzling, free, unbound—
But you never closed that book,
Never flipped the preacher off,
Never let the dream breathe.
Instead, you let men break you,
Bruise your spirit,
Tell you to cover up, ...
I still see the flicker of who you could have been.
“You could have had it all,” I think,
And it burns my soul the most.
You clung to holy morals,
Clutching a Bible like a lifeline,
And it anchored you
In a sea of suffering you couldn't escape.
You could have graced the runway,
Dazzling, free, unbound—
But you never closed that book,
Never flipped the preacher off,
Never let the dream breathe.
Instead, you let men break you,
Bruise your spirit,
Tell you to cover up, ...
#addiction
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
98 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
Ken Dolls
You're so pretty, like a Ken doll. I'm perfectly fine if you stand still with your champagne—the perfect pose. His hair parted perfectly, suits from Wisconsin. He looks like he'd be a collectible; only thing is, I don't play with men who remind me of Ken dolls. With their perfect smiles, I could never trust a man prettier than I. Still, I put him in a glass case to look at when I'm bored. His abs chiseled with such precision—damn, he definitely has Mattel stamped on his ass. I adjust his arms, posing him perfectly as I place him back in his stand. He talks with a flawless voice and always...
#admiration
#masculinity
#men
114 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 5:01pm
7th Dec 2024 5:01pm
Cowboy In A Suit
There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.
Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.
He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.
Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored,...
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.
Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.
He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.
Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored,...
#identity
#men
#philosophical #women
#philosophical #women
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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