Submissions by Somedayman (Missouri Breaks)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 9:42pm
10th Jan 2020 9:42pm
Imperfectly Clean
A patter of bread crumbs, trailing guide
or pebble's scald if you jury the bind,
a nibbled labor of warehoused union,
scribbled menu fare in oily air.
Steam soaked squeezed, the puffed pale
freckled fresh mashed harsh against
the steel cold rivet press, the jump and
tack thwack blanketing cement lover's bed.
And burned we into that industrial bore,
wild pushing wet, thumping to the clack
of machinery drill, grime flavoring your
fresh salted skin, taut, raw, imperfectly clean.
Heaped in the dirt of factory floor,...
or pebble's scald if you jury the bind,
a nibbled labor of warehoused union,
scribbled menu fare in oily air.
Steam soaked squeezed, the puffed pale
freckled fresh mashed harsh against
the steel cold rivet press, the jump and
tack thwack blanketing cement lover's bed.
And burned we into that industrial bore,
wild pushing wet, thumping to the clack
of machinery drill, grime flavoring your
fresh salted skin, taut, raw, imperfectly clean.
Heaped in the dirt of factory floor,...
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
#sensual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 9:33pm
10th Jan 2020 9:33pm
Bleeding It Full a Whiter Shade of Pale
Ah, how she fawned, and dipped well
at the smell of mine gleefully twitching.
She'd watch close the spitting clear
seasoning pool, brush a cheek,
her hot exhale gripping, sponging
my violet beet red head's want.
And I'd show for her and knead my
flexing fingers through her scalp and
listen to her panted gasp inhale my
stretched drum skin, her mumbling face
close, my swollen hard bobbing to each
marionette drooled prayer of her's.
Urgent yet gentle blow on the end,
a coquette kiss with her wet lips
beading and...
at the smell of mine gleefully twitching.
She'd watch close the spitting clear
seasoning pool, brush a cheek,
her hot exhale gripping, sponging
my violet beet red head's want.
And I'd show for her and knead my
flexing fingers through her scalp and
listen to her panted gasp inhale my
stretched drum skin, her mumbling face
close, my swollen hard bobbing to each
marionette drooled prayer of her's.
Urgent yet gentle blow on the end,
a coquette kiss with her wet lips
beading and...
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
#sensual
#passion
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Feb 2019 12:51pm
8th Feb 2019 12:51pm
'Of Risk Takers & Menopause' Chapter 4 My Wet Messes
#love
#sensual
#ForbiddenLove
#sexy
#passion
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Feb 2019 5:53pm
7th Feb 2019 5:53pm
'Of Risk Takers & Menopause' -- Chapter 3 Stories to Break the 'Berg
I am getting ahead of myself...the rails we traveled, each turn, twist, bump, the mixing of we, she and me. All were exquisite. Nostalgic sweet rose-tinted pristine pitch buzz humming pure perfect. But in real-time, you know? As it was happening. Knowing that each dance, each meet and greet, that this, this NOW was so juiced and switch flipping perfect, even at the very moment it played out. No Monday morning quarter-backing. Easy to love? God, yes, and I had a hunch, a puncher’s chance at least that it ALL was going to be mine to dine. I knew at our first spin, our first re-rendezvous,...
#relationships
#lover
#ForbiddenLove
#sexy
#passion
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Feb 2019 1:56pm
7th Feb 2019 1:56pm
'Of Risk Takers & Menopause' Chapter 2 -- FaceBook Baited Hook
She was fucking easy to consume and so, yeah, I was in—ALL in, that sweet bottomless dug way-down well. Like. Love. Want. Need. I inhaled her nicotine inducing, endorphin drunk highs. The swirling ecstasy with her. I drowned myself in her spun-drunk light and dark. Jesus, you know? That perfect-mixed and mixing, spinning, blended-smoothie loved liked lust with her...and it was so goddamn easy. So goddamn easy. She was every woman I want and wanted, every girl flailed and fawned. A Masturbation Mistress in waiting.
Oh my sweet goddamn how we banjo dueled our roles, played our parts. We...
Oh my sweet goddamn how we banjo dueled our roles, played our parts. We...
#relationships
#lover
#sensual
#ForbiddenLove
#sexy
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jun 2017 12:35pm
12th Jun 2017 12:35pm
Scar Me With Your Passion
You are exquisite
emotion
a trust
exceeding myself.
Now drink my words
this gray night
my motive to
expose all intimacies,
exploit our link
spin solely we .
Feed my urge to
bleed with you,
mix our wounds,
gaze your reflex
at tightened binds
reaching
pain seared pleasure.
Pierce wild in your eyes
as you relent, escort
me to dark joints
with doors shuttered
alone you and I
trusting us to the edge.
Wail and whimpered calls
find release and
fall...
emotion
a trust
exceeding myself.
Now drink my words
this gray night
my motive to
expose all intimacies,
exploit our link
spin solely we .
Feed my urge to
bleed with you,
mix our wounds,
gaze your reflex
at tightened binds
reaching
pain seared pleasure.
Pierce wild in your eyes
as you relent, escort
me to dark joints
with doors shuttered
alone you and I
trusting us to the edge.
Wail and whimpered calls
find release and
fall...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 3:21am
5th Jun 2017 3:21am
The Delicious Squeeze
My
passion-gripped,
masturbation-ripped
hand
squeezed her exposed
willing neck.
At
her command I
let go of lucid and
play opened my dark to
graze and free range.
My
hand, her neck, and
the delicious squeeze.
I shock- felt
her tumble over.
Her
mystic had destined and I
volunteered
pushed the border and
tightened the slip.
A
thousand swirling
sweet dark needles-
alas our sought
endorphin crave.
passion-gripped,
masturbation-ripped
hand
squeezed her exposed
willing neck.
At
her command I
let go of lucid and
play opened my dark to
graze and free range.
My
hand, her neck, and
the delicious squeeze.
I shock- felt
her tumble over.
Her
mystic had destined and I
volunteered
pushed the border and
tightened the slip.
A
thousand swirling
sweet dark needles-
alas our sought
endorphin crave.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 3:18am
5th Jun 2017 3:18am
Nine Kisses to Obsession
One kiss, two
all the more to feel the fall
pulled passion in
the taste
of her mouth, teeth, lips, spit, tongue.
one, two, more
I ran my tongue into her as she did me
with the frantic need
to ingest a part of each other
my tongue searched in her flavor and I
swallowed and wanted more
What was it now, nine kisses?
and I already could not get enough
of her into me.
She fucked my tongue
my mouth with hers and
let me feed from her
the taste of her
inside me, swallowing
easy to savor, that taste...
all the more to feel the fall
pulled passion in
the taste
of her mouth, teeth, lips, spit, tongue.
one, two, more
I ran my tongue into her as she did me
with the frantic need
to ingest a part of each other
my tongue searched in her flavor and I
swallowed and wanted more
What was it now, nine kisses?
and I already could not get enough
of her into me.
She fucked my tongue
my mouth with hers and
let me feed from her
the taste of her
inside me, swallowing
easy to savor, that taste...
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