Submissions by Xxxlix
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing since teens
Love Song of The Primitive
Fur-enrobed, nude beneath, some magic vision and power in her heels and jaw, she stands upon a craggy nest and burns me with lightening eyes each night.
Someway the longing grows tragic,
Dark bird wings in dreams without a caw,
Longing grows beyond, the flesh learns
The need to delight.
What is a darkness passing's flight
Ever blooms to height...tonight.
Tongue and tastings, writhes upon
The lovers here twined until dawn
And then dissolve in morning smiling
Already dreaming of...after whiling.
Someway the longing grows tragic,
Dark bird wings in dreams without a caw,
Longing grows beyond, the flesh learns
The need to delight.
What is a darkness passing's flight
Ever blooms to height...tonight.
Tongue and tastings, writhes upon
The lovers here twined until dawn
And then dissolve in morning smiling
Already dreaming of...after whiling.
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
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Uneasy Kesey
Uneasy Kesey
by William Dean
Kesey's kicked it at last;
He's shuffled off the scuffed Levi's
And dowager boots
And joined the coots
Up there where the past
Is all coffee houses, divas and lies.
Oh, he told his truths
Whatever they were.
Did you know any?
The generations were many.
I'd think they were a burr
Under the saddle rump of sooth,
But prophesies are so much
Cotton in the field
And only the lonely spin
While many more imbibe their gin
Beyond the poet's touch.
What do they yield? ...
by William Dean
Kesey's kicked it at last;
He's shuffled off the scuffed Levi's
And dowager boots
And joined the coots
Up there where the past
Is all coffee houses, divas and lies.
Oh, he told his truths
Whatever they were.
Did you know any?
The generations were many.
I'd think they were a burr
Under the saddle rump of sooth,
But prophesies are so much
Cotton in the field
And only the lonely spin
While many more imbibe their gin
Beyond the poet's touch.
What do they yield? ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
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Best Described As...
#sex
#lover
#passion
516 reads
0 Comments
Purr Gurl
I love the leopard prowl of your sleek high heels across the terrace deck as if you prowl it all night long for prey.
A delicate sip from a half-full glass and the haute couture arch of brow and lip
Does not merely amuse, but slay.
Caught in the dazzle of your cat eye glance, another man might next be up a tree, his head a-dangle between her jaws.
Another man, not the one she slinks beside and curls, twirls, purrs
Despite her claws and his flaws.
Meow, says the moon....
A delicate sip from a half-full glass and the haute couture arch of brow and lip
Does not merely amuse, but slay.
Caught in the dazzle of your cat eye glance, another man might next be up a tree, his head a-dangle between her jaws.
Another man, not the one she slinks beside and curls, twirls, purrs
Despite her claws and his flaws.
Meow, says the moon....
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
449 reads
1 Comment
Afternoon coffee, isn't it?
#erotic
#sensual
#sexy #temptation
#sexy #temptation
686 reads
0 Comments
Sometime You
#erotic
#lover
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
530 reads
2 Comments
The Marzipan Cock
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
459 reads
0 Comments
Beyond Philosophy
I cannot yet see the end of your sly game,
A cat or mouse affair
To lure the unaware
Into some snare of blame and shame.
I am too lately pagan as you know
And given to the erotic
And hedonist hypnotic
Places in the soul'searching rich flow.
Spirit and sex, so for centuries shriven
By Pentecostal patriarchs obscenely driven
To root out the root of procreation
By calling it degeneration.
Ludicrous at best but then why cling
To such an inhuman sensualist thing?
Yet there you stand or sit or lie
And keep your hidden...
A cat or mouse affair
To lure the unaware
Into some snare of blame and shame.
I am too lately pagan as you know
And given to the erotic
And hedonist hypnotic
Places in the soul'searching rich flow.
Spirit and sex, so for centuries shriven
By Pentecostal patriarchs obscenely driven
To root out the root of procreation
By calling it degeneration.
Ludicrous at best but then why cling
To such an inhuman sensualist thing?
Yet there you stand or sit or lie
And keep your hidden...
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation #passion
#temptation #passion
454 reads
6 Comments
Santa
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
#bisexual
566 reads
1 Comment
Snow on ...
#erotic
#sensual
#sexy #temptation
#sexy #temptation
513 reads
1 Comment
Trim, fit, sexual
Not bald nor fat at seventy,
A sexual man develops a levity
About physical matters quite intimate,
What once were thought hard to get
Might be mutually enjoyed after all.
Find someone responsive to the call
Of the wilder sensations of tease and denial
With consummate style.
Not yet bachanalian, more erotic than lewd.
A dirty old dude?
A sexual man develops a levity
About physical matters quite intimate,
What once were thought hard to get
Might be mutually enjoyed after all.
Find someone responsive to the call
Of the wilder sensations of tease and denial
With consummate style.
Not yet bachanalian, more erotic than lewd.
A dirty old dude?
#erotic
#dirty
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
437 reads
3 Comments
Re-leashed
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
534 reads
1 Comment
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