Submissions by SweetBobbyBlu (she called me)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Take a deep breath and Immerse yourself in the words you write. It will become an emotional journey of thoughts to written verse or story.
Foreign Exchange (a letter sent)
Hello beautiful woman. I was just thinking about you and, yesterday, and well . . . often I must admit.
Hey, I was looking at the remnants of the Peonies I have grown for about the last ten years in my garden. They are in need of love and nourishment – just as you are I am sure! The Peonies I grow are a large glossy burgundy color I would say, and so very fragrant. One thought led to another about you and flowers and well, I decide something.
So, after a few days of thought I began . . . to paint your body! I closed my eyes, and your naked form stood before me. Your beautiful...
Hey, I was looking at the remnants of the Peonies I have grown for about the last ten years in my garden. They are in need of love and nourishment – just as you are I am sure! The Peonies I grow are a large glossy burgundy color I would say, and so very fragrant. One thought led to another about you and flowers and well, I decide something.
So, after a few days of thought I began . . . to paint your body! I closed my eyes, and your naked form stood before me. Your beautiful...
#admiration
#love
#respect
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Heat (story)

#dirty
#erotic
#lust #sex
#lust #sex
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Sorrow's Well
In the spring of . . . my own winter,
sadness filled my empty cup,
overflowed upon the floor,
I watched in disbelief as rivers
of my tears ran out the door.
Is this river, yet unnamed, a river, raging,
never tamed,
reserved for mother’s tears that fell.
Do all our tears reach Sorrow’s Well.
The twilight of my pretty days
has slipped away,
receding light of, hopeful, dreaming,
laughter’s love,
they chased away the,
warming coo of Mary’s dove.
I reach for you across the room,
you’re tired, hiding, ...
sadness filled my empty cup,
overflowed upon the floor,
I watched in disbelief as rivers
of my tears ran out the door.
Is this river, yet unnamed, a river, raging,
never tamed,
reserved for mother’s tears that fell.
Do all our tears reach Sorrow’s Well.
The twilight of my pretty days
has slipped away,
receding light of, hopeful, dreaming,
laughter’s love,
they chased away the,
warming coo of Mary’s dove.
I reach for you across the room,
you’re tired, hiding, ...
#addiction
#drugs
#sadness
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a funeral . . . for my friend (Title at the end)
Silence fell.
Like a rock dropped
in a deep blue ocean . . .
silence fell,
taking future and friendship,
laughter and love.
It shouldn’t have fallen.
I wasn’t ready.
But still the silence fell,
into darkness,
past reason’s reach,
hope’s last hope,
to the bottom of the ocean,
until curious dust stirred,
waking an old monk to make camp coffee,
who was nodding and knowing.
The dust of dead bones stirred,
and the original light would appear,
from thoughts not shared,...
Like a rock dropped
in a deep blue ocean . . .
silence fell,
taking future and friendship,
laughter and love.
It shouldn’t have fallen.
I wasn’t ready.
But still the silence fell,
into darkness,
past reason’s reach,
hope’s last hope,
to the bottom of the ocean,
until curious dust stirred,
waking an old monk to make camp coffee,
who was nodding and knowing.
The dust of dead bones stirred,
and the original light would appear,
from thoughts not shared,...
#death
#memorial
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Convincing Desire

#despair
#lust
#passion
128 reads
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From the Palm, of the 69th Poet (Epic Fantasy Rhyme)

#dirty
#erotic
#porn
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Your Kiss Commands

#dirty
#erotic
#porn #sexy
#porn #sexy
279 reads
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Handy Work (story)

#dirty
#erotic
#orgasm #sex
#orgasm #sex
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Have I Ever Tried Anal? (story)

#dirty
#erotic
#porn
#seductive
#sex
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The Panty Drop (story)
I had been out of work for a while, staying home but doing my share of cooking, cleaning, laundry - you know, trying to be a good half in a relationship.
I saw an old commercial on TV one day from the 60’s where a woman met her man at the front door after his hard day of work. She had an apron on and a martini in her hand to greet him. I laughed about it but thought – what the hell, I'll flip the tables for my baby cause she's workin' hard and brining' home the bacon!
But I twisted it of course, the way I'd like to be met at the door someday.
She had called me earlier that...
I saw an old commercial on TV one day from the 60’s where a woman met her man at the front door after his hard day of work. She had an apron on and a martini in her hand to greet him. I laughed about it but thought – what the hell, I'll flip the tables for my baby cause she's workin' hard and brining' home the bacon!
But I twisted it of course, the way I'd like to be met at the door someday.
She had called me earlier that...
#dirty
#erotic
#porn
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Girl?

#dirty
#erotic
#sex
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Tasteful Seduction
Will the appetizer, if offered tenderly,
leave you with the desire for more
of the bounty I have prepared.
As the music intertwines
our thoughts and laughter,
will our eyes answer
what we need not ask.
Will the spirit of the wine
caress your painted lips,
wetting an appetite
that will curl the edges
to a smile with each wanton sip.
When I butter your buns
with wondrous spices,
will the butter reach every surface
of your pallet,
quenching each nibble you may take.
If by complete...
leave you with the desire for more
of the bounty I have prepared.
As the music intertwines
our thoughts and laughter,
will our eyes answer
what we need not ask.
Will the spirit of the wine
caress your painted lips,
wetting an appetite
that will curl the edges
to a smile with each wanton sip.
When I butter your buns
with wondrous spices,
will the butter reach every surface
of your pallet,
quenching each nibble you may take.
If by complete...
#lust
#passion
#seductive
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