Submissions by Nipplegrinder_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poems that lean towards the erotic. I often write about BDSM.
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2018 2:18am
9th Feb 2018 2:18am
On All That Is Mine
This savage rutting
This primal taking
of all held holy
Her gasps as I enter each one
I will not relent
She wants to see my dastardly eyes
Yet closes her eyes shut from the pressure
I own her tightness
Allow her relax
And swallow her soul in gulps
Her screams fall to the floor
I revel in their silence
I take as I please
I feast on the fear
and release
And her begging
And her tears
I feast on all that is mine.
This primal taking
of all held holy
Her gasps as I enter each one
I will not relent
She wants to see my dastardly eyes
Yet closes her eyes shut from the pressure
I own her tightness
Allow her relax
And swallow her soul in gulps
Her screams fall to the floor
I revel in their silence
I take as I please
I feast on the fear
and release
And her begging
And her tears
I feast on all that is mine.
#lust
#erotic
#lover
763 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2018 00:31am
9th Feb 2018 00:31am
Under Whispering Willow
Under willow we wallow
her breath is shallow
Mine deep.
Pumping thrusting
gazing into her soul
The fronds wash wind lightly
over my back
I lift my chest from hers
The breeze brushes breasts
Nipples harden
The pores of areolas stiffen
This willow
Leaves as feathers
Whispers as we congress
The sway of the branches
dances
The pink blossoms
she regards.
Cottonwood seeds
float
Her lips upon his chest
his shoulders
his neck
He's outside himself
He watches her lips purse
upon...
her breath is shallow
Mine deep.
Pumping thrusting
gazing into her soul
The fronds wash wind lightly
over my back
I lift my chest from hers
The breeze brushes breasts
Nipples harden
The pores of areolas stiffen
This willow
Leaves as feathers
Whispers as we congress
The sway of the branches
dances
The pink blossoms
she regards.
Cottonwood seeds
float
Her lips upon his chest
his shoulders
his neck
He's outside himself
He watches her lips purse
upon...
#sex
#erotic
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 00:18am
8th Feb 2018 00:18am
Chapters
I shall cleave and shelve
the shattered remnants
though tasting for remembrance
savoring their bitter beauty
and acrid lament
I will press a single rose petal
of the color of my choice
into each volume and recall
the reason for
I shall construct the shelf
sanding the rough cuts and saw marks
of this mahogany wealth
lacquer the sorrow and joy
and join them with the soul of the wood
As each volume is placed
I shall inspect it's bindings, spines, and pages
In reverence shall I shelve these volumes
Many thick ...
the shattered remnants
though tasting for remembrance
savoring their bitter beauty
and acrid lament
I will press a single rose petal
of the color of my choice
into each volume and recall
the reason for
I shall construct the shelf
sanding the rough cuts and saw marks
of this mahogany wealth
lacquer the sorrow and joy
and join them with the soul of the wood
As each volume is placed
I shall inspect it's bindings, spines, and pages
In reverence shall I shelve these volumes
Many thick ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2018 11:56pm
7th Feb 2018 11:56pm
For 90 Summers
I knew I'd love her
For 90 summers.
Through the storms
In her darting eyes
Through the tornadoes
Swirling in her chambered heart.
Through the chills on
A brilliant, bright day.
I knew I'd love her
When she saw this boy
And stared back
And smiled sunshine
For 90 summers.
Through the storms
In her darting eyes
Through the tornadoes
Swirling in her chambered heart.
Through the chills on
A brilliant, bright day.
I knew I'd love her
When she saw this boy
And stared back
And smiled sunshine
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2018 2:36am
7th Feb 2018 2:36am
The Pond Where The Dark Girl Sits
The pond where the dark girl sits
still.
Beside
Bereft
Ripples of moonlight
smattering of lightning
Darkness rings black
resounding in thunder
wondrous in perfection
stillness and rhythm connect
The light scatters and
shames
The pond where the dark girl sits
lies
screams
cries
The pond where the dark girl sits
lies on the
edge of
still.
Beside
Bereft
Ripples of moonlight
smattering of lightning
Darkness rings black
resounding in thunder
wondrous in perfection
stillness and rhythm connect
The light scatters and
shames
The pond where the dark girl sits
lies
screams
cries
The pond where the dark girl sits
lies on the
edge of
#dark
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2018 1:29am
7th Feb 2018 1:29am
Dangerous Broken Glass
In the moments before the glass
slips from your hands
and crashes to the tiled floor
before you felt it on your last nerve
as the moisture caused this drop
I bite your neck
Gripping your gasp
I spread your ankles with mine
"From behind, Daddy?"
"Yes Kitten, now".
Lifting your skirt
Sliding inside
Dangerous broken glass next to us.
slips from your hands
and crashes to the tiled floor
before you felt it on your last nerve
as the moisture caused this drop
I bite your neck
Gripping your gasp
I spread your ankles with mine
"From behind, Daddy?"
"Yes Kitten, now".
Lifting your skirt
Sliding inside
Dangerous broken glass next to us.
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
644 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2018 11:56pm
5th Feb 2018 11:56pm
Allowance Of Sin
Rhythm, cadence, clutching claws, primal screams
Carried on winds of nascent nihilism
Scents, sounds, textures, and tactile surrender
Rapture undenied, intended, delivered
Willful sinners in depraved delight
The shadow of dark benevolence
Shall still their fears of damnation
Calm their reticence to indulge
Allow, and encourage the waves of decadent capitulation
Carried on winds of nascent nihilism
Scents, sounds, textures, and tactile surrender
Rapture undenied, intended, delivered
Willful sinners in depraved delight
The shadow of dark benevolence
Shall still their fears of damnation
Calm their reticence to indulge
Allow, and encourage the waves of decadent capitulation
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2018 11:48pm
5th Feb 2018 11:48pm
Pry
The drapery hides the sins inside
And drip dry our depravity
Wet with the wanton destruction
Soaked in the shameless ecstasy of
endless spasms within her
Drenched with lustful slippery spit
and running mascara
Flooded with tears
Each droplet different
Most, from pain.
Pry, if you will, back the drapery
pry aside and peek inside
Smell the dew of lust
The mist of submission
When the drapery slides
back into place
And drip dry our depravity
Wet with the wanton destruction
Soaked in the shameless ecstasy of
endless spasms within her
Drenched with lustful slippery spit
and running mascara
Flooded with tears
Each droplet different
Most, from pain.
Pry, if you will, back the drapery
pry aside and peek inside
Smell the dew of lust
The mist of submission
When the drapery slides
back into place
595 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2018 2:44am
27th Jan 2018 2:44am
Consideration Of Canvas
I want Scotch and smoky
vixen voiced
women cackling and smiling
Desiring me and her
Picking which one of us
They'll have
Which one would break
Whom might fall
to the colors of an empty sky
awaiting painting
the shading and nuance required
consideration of canvas
careful calculations
simmered whispers
stolen winks
lingering grins
The glue of lust
smells of hyacinth
and spit,
of leather,
wax, and
surrender
vixen voiced
women cackling and smiling
Desiring me and her
Picking which one of us
They'll have
Which one would break
Whom might fall
to the colors of an empty sky
awaiting painting
the shading and nuance required
consideration of canvas
careful calculations
simmered whispers
stolen winks
lingering grins
The glue of lust
smells of hyacinth
and spit,
of leather,
wax, and
surrender
#PopCulture
541 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2018 2:32am
27th Jan 2018 2:32am
My Silver
My silver is not mined.
It is neither sought, nor traded.
My silver is in skies and simple smiles.
My silver gleams within restless clouds
And lurks in the atmosphere of distant
and urgent moons.
My silver shimmers on jetstream dalliance
and flies on ageless currents of wonder.
My silver is drank alike, by titans
gods, and harlots.
My silver is an elixir
My silver is liquid
My silver calls as siren
To ancient detail
My silver calls us
One and all
To the glimmering
hope
It is neither sought, nor traded.
My silver is in skies and simple smiles.
My silver gleams within restless clouds
And lurks in the atmosphere of distant
and urgent moons.
My silver shimmers on jetstream dalliance
and flies on ageless currents of wonder.
My silver is drank alike, by titans
gods, and harlots.
My silver is an elixir
My silver is liquid
My silver calls as siren
To ancient detail
My silver calls us
One and all
To the glimmering
hope
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 4:48am
24th Jan 2018 4:48am
The Quill Of The Poetess
Her quill lies in its felt-lined snapcase
Parchment lie adjacent to the inkwells
The blotter is free of spills or overstrokes
Her parlor rug is untrodden
She's writing in the skies
She's chasing a poem
She's burning in the novas
She's never coming home
Living on stardust
Drinking waters of ragged moons
Licking the tails of comets
Lying amongst galaxies
When the Poetess returned to her parlor
Her quill lie on her desk
The blotter was stained
And the ink of a thousand sunrises
written in black ...
Parchment lie adjacent to the inkwells
The blotter is free of spills or overstrokes
Her parlor rug is untrodden
She's writing in the skies
She's chasing a poem
She's burning in the novas
She's never coming home
Living on stardust
Drinking waters of ragged moons
Licking the tails of comets
Lying amongst galaxies
When the Poetess returned to her parlor
Her quill lie on her desk
The blotter was stained
And the ink of a thousand sunrises
written in black ...
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jan 2018 1:34am
14th Jan 2018 1:34am
I Am Clean Now
The weary warrior arrived alive at gate to glory. Home.
At glimpse of Goddess, dropped his dented shield, his chipped sword,
and heaved heavy sigh of relegating relief.
Goddess closed gate behind them, and took her warrior's weapons,
and placed them in their case beside their bed.
She lovingly returned to her warrior, and guided his beaten body
to the benevolent banquet he so decidedly deserved.
Goddess gave rich gravy to her warrior upon the meats he'd slain
just day past.
Rewarded him with red wine she'd fermented from her very soul.
...
At glimpse of Goddess, dropped his dented shield, his chipped sword,
and heaved heavy sigh of relegating relief.
Goddess closed gate behind them, and took her warrior's weapons,
and placed them in their case beside their bed.
She lovingly returned to her warrior, and guided his beaten body
to the benevolent banquet he so decidedly deserved.
Goddess gave rich gravy to her warrior upon the meats he'd slain
just day past.
Rewarded him with red wine she'd fermented from her very soul.
...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
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