Submissions by The_Student
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am primarily an erotic poet, but I write in other genres as well. I am very interested in the power of sex, and how it can overturn all of our sensibilities and better judgements in a second.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Jun 2011 9:50pm
18th Jun 2011 9:50pm
Letter to Patrick
I still miss you. It's as simple as that. I wish I could hear from you, just to know you're ok and you care. But that's the thing isn't it? You don't care, not for me, anymore. I'm sorry for the things I said. I wish I hadn't said them, I wish I could tear it all into pieces so I could have you back, so I could hold you, so I could tell you I love you and have you say the same. But I can't. You've made up your mind and now I'll never see you again. I love you, I still love you, why doesn't that matter anymore? When things were at their worst between us, when I was hurt and cut and bruised by...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 3:25pm
17th Jun 2011 3:25pm
Dream
I was dreaming. You came into my room
Softly shutting the door behind you.
I feel your lips on my chest
And the velvet roundness of your body.
I love you. Your breasts and hips
Are so familiar to my hands.
I gaps as you suck at my nipples. I want
To have you suck at my cock too. It feels so good
When you gladly oblige. I hold your head in place.
You like that.
Now it's your turn. I want to make you wet
As I am hard. I turn you onto your back
And take one of your perfect breasts in my mouth.
Your nipple stiffens, you moan...
Softly shutting the door behind you.
I feel your lips on my chest
And the velvet roundness of your body.
I love you. Your breasts and hips
Are so familiar to my hands.
I gaps as you suck at my nipples. I want
To have you suck at my cock too. It feels so good
When you gladly oblige. I hold your head in place.
You like that.
Now it's your turn. I want to make you wet
As I am hard. I turn you onto your back
And take one of your perfect breasts in my mouth.
Your nipple stiffens, you moan...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 10:38am
8th Jun 2011 10:38am
Party Girl
I saw him at the party. He was hot.
I liked him. Was dead drunk
But still managed to walk over. I tried,
I really did, to be sexy. But then I spilled vodka
Over my shirt, before accidentally dipping my hair
In his pint. I staggered away
And sat on the stairs. Dejected. Total fail.
Maybe I should just go home.
But he appeared in front of me. Stood
At the bottom of the stairs as I was sucking my bottom lip.
I didn't know what he wanted.
He couldn't be interested in me. He surged forward
Lips crushing mine, opening my mouth, plunging his...
I liked him. Was dead drunk
But still managed to walk over. I tried,
I really did, to be sexy. But then I spilled vodka
Over my shirt, before accidentally dipping my hair
In his pint. I staggered away
And sat on the stairs. Dejected. Total fail.
Maybe I should just go home.
But he appeared in front of me. Stood
At the bottom of the stairs as I was sucking my bottom lip.
I didn't know what he wanted.
He couldn't be interested in me. He surged forward
Lips crushing mine, opening my mouth, plunging his...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2011 10:50pm
7th Jun 2011 10:50pm
Crumply Sheets
I've been at the airport for an hour.
Early, wanting to see you. My angel.
My sweetheart. The reason my heart beats.
I anxiously scan the crowd for you. Then
I see you. Your beautiful face. Tired,
But smiling to see me.
I rush through the people, dive into your arms
And feel the familiar shape of your shoulders
As you hold me. I've missed you so much.
I hold you so tight. There are tears sparkling in my eyes
When you kiss me.
Home feels like home again. There's your coat
On its peg, your keys on the table.
We just go to bed. It's...
Early, wanting to see you. My angel.
My sweetheart. The reason my heart beats.
I anxiously scan the crowd for you. Then
I see you. Your beautiful face. Tired,
But smiling to see me.
I rush through the people, dive into your arms
And feel the familiar shape of your shoulders
As you hold me. I've missed you so much.
I hold you so tight. There are tears sparkling in my eyes
When you kiss me.
Home feels like home again. There's your coat
On its peg, your keys on the table.
We just go to bed. It's...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 00:48am
4th Jun 2011 00:48am
Prostitute
The car pulls up. And all the time
I'm praying this'll be the man who saves me.
I want him to take me home, to tell me
It's all ok. Not another back seat.
No more dirty alleys or scabby hotel rooms.
I'm tired of all the things I have to do
To make men happy. Blow jobs.
French kisses. Up the ass, from behind,
Against a filthy wall on some estate.
My body is tired from all their lustings. They still cling to me
A grey film over what was once so beautiful.
I want you to be different, I want you
To look and see and understand.
I don't want...
I'm praying this'll be the man who saves me.
I want him to take me home, to tell me
It's all ok. Not another back seat.
No more dirty alleys or scabby hotel rooms.
I'm tired of all the things I have to do
To make men happy. Blow jobs.
French kisses. Up the ass, from behind,
Against a filthy wall on some estate.
My body is tired from all their lustings. They still cling to me
A grey film over what was once so beautiful.
I want you to be different, I want you
To look and see and understand.
I don't want...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st May 2011 9:43pm
31st May 2011 9:43pm
Comfort
She was hurt
Lying still on the bed, her eyes troubled
Arms wrapped protectively around herself.
I sat by her in sympathy and put a hand
On her shoulder. She surprised me
When she joined my fingers up with hers.
She sat up and let me hold her.
I held her close to keep her safe.
I could feel her heart beating. I stroked her hair
And comforted her. It's alright, things
Will be ok. I'm here, I always have been.
I'm here for you.
I put kisses on her face, her eyes,
Her soft cheeks. I brushed away her tears
And put my lips to hers....
Lying still on the bed, her eyes troubled
Arms wrapped protectively around herself.
I sat by her in sympathy and put a hand
On her shoulder. She surprised me
When she joined my fingers up with hers.
She sat up and let me hold her.
I held her close to keep her safe.
I could feel her heart beating. I stroked her hair
And comforted her. It's alright, things
Will be ok. I'm here, I always have been.
I'm here for you.
I put kisses on her face, her eyes,
Her soft cheeks. I brushed away her tears
And put my lips to hers....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th May 2011 1:50am
29th May 2011 1:50am
Starry f**kers
I opened the door, smiled when I saw him
But was unprepared
When he seized my chin and kissed me.
His lips crushed mine, were fierce and hungry.
My knees buckled. He held me against him
With big hands that soon pushed down inside my trousers
To touch my cunt. I gasped in surprise. He wouldn't stop.
(her lips are soft as I kiss her, I want her, I want her, holding her gorgeous hips in my hands and then feeling the wetness of her sweet little quim, she's so fucking beautiful and I'm so fucking hard just from holding her)
I couldn't pull my underwear off...
But was unprepared
When he seized my chin and kissed me.
His lips crushed mine, were fierce and hungry.
My knees buckled. He held me against him
With big hands that soon pushed down inside my trousers
To touch my cunt. I gasped in surprise. He wouldn't stop.
(her lips are soft as I kiss her, I want her, I want her, holding her gorgeous hips in my hands and then feeling the wetness of her sweet little quim, she's so fucking beautiful and I'm so fucking hard just from holding her)
I couldn't pull my underwear off...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd May 2011 11:47pm
22nd May 2011 11:47pm
A Hundred Love Letters
Dear Susan -
I'd like to hold
Your pretty hand, in the park
Beside the lake.
Dear Susan -
It would be great
If I could read your lovely eyes
And tell you all my secrets.
Dear Susan -
Why can't we kiss
And touch and feel and love?
I'd like that. So would you.
We'd smile and whisper.
I'd give you littlethrills
Of pleasure. I'd touch you
In your sensitive places
Like no man ever would.
I promise.
Dear Susan-
I'd like to make love to you, in the park
Beside the lake. Yours truly,
Florence...
I'd like to hold
Your pretty hand, in the park
Beside the lake.
Dear Susan -
It would be great
If I could read your lovely eyes
And tell you all my secrets.
Dear Susan -
Why can't we kiss
And touch and feel and love?
I'd like that. So would you.
We'd smile and whisper.
I'd give you littlethrills
Of pleasure. I'd touch you
In your sensitive places
Like no man ever would.
I promise.
Dear Susan-
I'd like to make love to you, in the park
Beside the lake. Yours truly,
Florence...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2011 11:29pm
17th May 2011 11:29pm
(Untitled) 2
I was kissing her. And it seemed
To last for longer than usual.
She wouldn't let my lips go,
Clung to them hungrily. This wasn't just
A goodbye kiss. She wanted me.
I ran my hands over her body.
She pulled me closer and unbuckled my belt.
Took my hardening cock in her hand
And sucked at my nipples. I pulled down her knickers
Placed my hands on her round buttocks.
Making her go down on the floor by the bed,
On her knees, reaching out
To touch her wet little pussy. Her moan of ecstasy
When I enter her, her warm, soft inside
And...
To last for longer than usual.
She wouldn't let my lips go,
Clung to them hungrily. This wasn't just
A goodbye kiss. She wanted me.
I ran my hands over her body.
She pulled me closer and unbuckled my belt.
Took my hardening cock in her hand
And sucked at my nipples. I pulled down her knickers
Placed my hands on her round buttocks.
Making her go down on the floor by the bed,
On her knees, reaching out
To touch her wet little pussy. Her moan of ecstasy
When I enter her, her warm, soft inside
And...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2011 3:43pm
11th May 2011 3:43pm
Watching
I don't like parties. The people, the noise
The hot discomfort that rises up me
And makes me awkward.
I pull away from the room
And run up some corridor, away. I want to escape,
To disappear. An door ajar.
I peek inside, and almost wish I hadn't.
They're lying in bed. Her arm is on his chest.
I freeze. I don't know what to do.
But I feel a strange thrill inside me
As she awakes, kisses him, runs her hand
Up his muscly torso. When she straddles him,
His hand rest on her hips.
I can't explain, it's so exciting,
Seeing her move...
The hot discomfort that rises up me
And makes me awkward.
I pull away from the room
And run up some corridor, away. I want to escape,
To disappear. An door ajar.
I peek inside, and almost wish I hadn't.
They're lying in bed. Her arm is on his chest.
I freeze. I don't know what to do.
But I feel a strange thrill inside me
As she awakes, kisses him, runs her hand
Up his muscly torso. When she straddles him,
His hand rest on her hips.
I can't explain, it's so exciting,
Seeing her move...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2011 00:03am
10th May 2011 00:03am
Walking Home From The Pub
Pretty moon and scary trees
And chicken teriyaki.
Bouncy happy, walking home
Steps all light
And bouncy.
My heart is light, head too,
The street all funny, is it real?
Or hyper-real, I can't decide
But moon is very pretty.
Key to open door, door into bedroom
It's warm, I want to hold you
But empty bed :(
My mind is full of whirlings.
And chicken teriyaki.
Bouncy happy, walking home
Steps all light
And bouncy.
My heart is light, head too,
The street all funny, is it real?
Or hyper-real, I can't decide
But moon is very pretty.
Key to open door, door into bedroom
It's warm, I want to hold you
But empty bed :(
My mind is full of whirlings.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th May 2011 1:08pm
7th May 2011 1:08pm
Top Floor (Floor f**k)
We're in the lift. Going up.
As usual, I think about how much I like you.
And something's different today.
Your breathing is uneven, your hands shake.
I stand a little closer to you, take your uncertain hand
And place it on my waist.
You pull me close and hold me tight.
Our first kiss goes deep. I'm unbuttoning your coat,
Your hand is up my skirt. It happens so quickly
It makes me breathless. We both live
On the top floor. I can hardly wait
For you to open the door so I have have you.
Door opens, we drop to the floor
And you're...
As usual, I think about how much I like you.
And something's different today.
Your breathing is uneven, your hands shake.
I stand a little closer to you, take your uncertain hand
And place it on my waist.
You pull me close and hold me tight.
Our first kiss goes deep. I'm unbuttoning your coat,
Your hand is up my skirt. It happens so quickly
It makes me breathless. We both live
On the top floor. I can hardly wait
For you to open the door so I have have you.
Door opens, we drop to the floor
And you're...
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