Submissions by Tenderloin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Yet to be determined. But my fascinations as a reader tend to drift to biography, horror and of course, the erotic.
Silent Surround
I appear for you,
summoned
illustrated
for your sole pleasure
Called upon in the lonely hours,
I deliver a message,
my cool hand
against your inflamed skin
The tranquil silence;
a frenzy of particles
race to collide
in temperate cohesion
You have all of this,
if you want it.
summoned
illustrated
for your sole pleasure
Called upon in the lonely hours,
I deliver a message,
my cool hand
against your inflamed skin
The tranquil silence;
a frenzy of particles
race to collide
in temperate cohesion
You have all of this,
if you want it.
#peace
#acceptance
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3 Comments
Palms
It wasn't the palms
pressed flat against
the wallpaper
that caught my eye,
it was the offering,
slightly bent forward
knee length nylons
-my favourite shade of blue
and your bare ass
calling for
immediate attention.
I set my briefcase down
remove my suit jacket
and roll up my sleeves.
Your rounded perfection
swaying for me;
impatience.
pressed flat against
the wallpaper
that caught my eye,
it was the offering,
slightly bent forward
knee length nylons
-my favourite shade of blue
and your bare ass
calling for
immediate attention.
I set my briefcase down
remove my suit jacket
and roll up my sleeves.
Your rounded perfection
swaying for me;
impatience.
#lover
693 reads
12 Comments
Mixed Media Meditation
There is fear
in etching out an honesty
for you to savour.
Flavour fades
and moods sway
but in this very second
an anonymous arousal
may fill your silence
engaging a quickening pulse
eyes following the trail
that will welcome you
provoke you,
to follow that pull
Of an open hand.
Strokes of colour
and charcoal smudges
uniting on a
weathered canvas
triumphs and tragedies,
reaching for each other.
in etching out an honesty
for you to savour.
Flavour fades
and moods sway
but in this very second
an anonymous arousal
may fill your silence
engaging a quickening pulse
eyes following the trail
that will welcome you
provoke you,
to follow that pull
Of an open hand.
Strokes of colour
and charcoal smudges
uniting on a
weathered canvas
triumphs and tragedies,
reaching for each other.
#love
#SelfReflection
#support
465 reads
3 Comments
The Risk
#anxiety
#lust
#betrayal
620 reads
2 Comments
Long Weekends
The lure of a long weekend
and expectations brim to the surface
a foamy layer of white
concealing the darker thoughts
- those inclinations
to shake the shackles of convention
and adopt a feisty flamboyance
squirting passion
among persuasive participants.
The devotion of a past dysfunction,
does not dissipate so easily.
But the absence of the buffet
- boxed beer and motivating spirits,
eliminates the possibilities.
I have lived without that fuel of encouragement,
but it does not negate
that the quest of...
and expectations brim to the surface
a foamy layer of white
concealing the darker thoughts
- those inclinations
to shake the shackles of convention
and adopt a feisty flamboyance
squirting passion
among persuasive participants.
The devotion of a past dysfunction,
does not dissipate so easily.
But the absence of the buffet
- boxed beer and motivating spirits,
eliminates the possibilities.
I have lived without that fuel of encouragement,
but it does not negate
that the quest of...
#identity
#alcohol
#nostalgia
483 reads
5 Comments
Love Letters
I want to believe they are archived
in a secret compartment
to be accessed on that odd occasion
when she longs to drift back
and remember a past excitement.
Carefully guarded
until an infrequent block of time
affords her the chance to revisit
the handwriting.
The threat of the other occupants
not bursting through the front door,
requiring all of her
and spoiling her moment
with the boisterous busyness
of a household.
Eyes following the sentences,
fingers compelled
to slide beneath the...
in a secret compartment
to be accessed on that odd occasion
when she longs to drift back
and remember a past excitement.
Carefully guarded
until an infrequent block of time
affords her the chance to revisit
the handwriting.
The threat of the other occupants
not bursting through the front door,
requiring all of her
and spoiling her moment
with the boisterous busyness
of a household.
Eyes following the sentences,
fingers compelled
to slide beneath the...
#breakup
#erotic
#memories
619 reads
4 Comments
Arise Alive
The climbing sun
bathes you in the golden glow
rested and ready
to process a new beginning.
The familiar figments of the morning;
a symphony of birds,
minimal traffic
a rich, dark roast
to flavour
a blossoming day.
And right on cue,
here she comes
lubricating her body,
a gentle jog
sculpting her legs
and that exquisite ass.
Gifting you a view
of a graceful gallop,
a spandex squeeze
highlighting her temple
stirring a welcome,
sturdy salute.
bathes you in the golden glow
rested and ready
to process a new beginning.
The familiar figments of the morning;
a symphony of birds,
minimal traffic
a rich, dark roast
to flavour
a blossoming day.
And right on cue,
here she comes
lubricating her body,
a gentle jog
sculpting her legs
and that exquisite ass.
Gifting you a view
of a graceful gallop,
a spandex squeeze
highlighting her temple
stirring a welcome,
sturdy salute.
#morning
#admiration
509 reads
7 Comments
Exhale
A sigh in being blank
nothing but
a tranquil breeze
grazing
my face.
This is peaceful.
nothing but
a tranquil breeze
grazing
my face.
This is peaceful.
#nature
#SelfReflection
436 reads
5 Comments
Toying With The Tender
People tend to bruise me
from the inside.
I can recover from a punch
over a few days,
but the cruelty of venomous criticisms
sit in the gut,
unable to process
or digest
for significant amounts of time.
The overbearing attach to me,
the tender-hearted.
The initial seductions,
always calculated,
appealing to the kink in me.
And in the beginning,
I am always what they seek.
Generously allowing the sensitivity
to flood like a river,
"look at me, I am real!"
But at some...
from the inside.
I can recover from a punch
over a few days,
but the cruelty of venomous criticisms
sit in the gut,
unable to process
or digest
for significant amounts of time.
The overbearing attach to me,
the tender-hearted.
The initial seductions,
always calculated,
appealing to the kink in me.
And in the beginning,
I am always what they seek.
Generously allowing the sensitivity
to flood like a river,
"look at me, I am real!"
But at some...
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
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11 Comments
Fraying Nerves
I was seeking a calm
before submitting myself to the chair.
You read the anxiety in my jerky movements
and decided to pounce.
I told you I was overwhelmed
and regretted saying anything.
I was longing for compassion,
not an investigation into all the wrongs.
But that is how it goes
when expectations are concerned.
I needed love
and you wanted to spar.
The futility of self-defence
feeding more doubt
and inadequacy.
A defeated posture,
my resignation.
A half hour...
before submitting myself to the chair.
You read the anxiety in my jerky movements
and decided to pounce.
I told you I was overwhelmed
and regretted saying anything.
I was longing for compassion,
not an investigation into all the wrongs.
But that is how it goes
when expectations are concerned.
I needed love
and you wanted to spar.
The futility of self-defence
feeding more doubt
and inadequacy.
A defeated posture,
my resignation.
A half hour...
#relationships
#confusion
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4 Comments
Let The Thought Not Be Wasted
Spilling these seductions
across lavish sheets,
does the effort go wasted
if there is no one to meet?
These textures appeal
- an incessant crave to savour,
a drizzle divine
of the boldest flavours.
Beauty inhabits,
any shape, any size
a bold appreciation
should never disguise.
So scatter your doubts
or any restrictive misconceptions,
a primal indulgence
can gift you years of reflection.
across lavish sheets,
does the effort go wasted
if there is no one to meet?
These textures appeal
- an incessant crave to savour,
a drizzle divine
of the boldest flavours.
Beauty inhabits,
any shape, any size
a bold appreciation
should never disguise.
So scatter your doubts
or any restrictive misconceptions,
a primal indulgence
can gift you years of reflection.
#lust
#freedom
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The Modern Mom Club
Married,
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
#MothersDay
#admiration
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