Submissions by bjboy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Passion Poetry is an opportunity to reinvent oneself, to be other than myself, to develop a multifaceted personality, to travel to a new planet, becoming a pioneer at making love and making believe - at the same time.Or pretending to
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 9:00pm
11th Jun 2015 9:00pm
So Many Questions
So many questions,
So few answers.
Should I use my penis as a key,
Addressing her vagina as the lock?
If so, the purpose of sex
Is for a man to unlock her orgasm.
That means sex with a woman
who doesn't reach female orgasm
Is unfulfillment, failure.
The male has failed !!
How can I use my penis as a lens by which
to grasp science,philosophy,religion?
Or should I rather use those things
as a lens for understanding my genitalia?
What is the metaphor to seek after?
Which microcosm should I ponder?
...
So few answers.
Should I use my penis as a key,
Addressing her vagina as the lock?
If so, the purpose of sex
Is for a man to unlock her orgasm.
That means sex with a woman
who doesn't reach female orgasm
Is unfulfillment, failure.
The male has failed !!
How can I use my penis as a lens by which
to grasp science,philosophy,religion?
Or should I rather use those things
as a lens for understanding my genitalia?
What is the metaphor to seek after?
Which microcosm should I ponder?
...
813 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 8:42pm
26th Mar 2015 8:42pm
Worse Than Judas
Judas betrayed Christ with a single kiss.
I too have betrayed Him,
Not with one kiss,
But kiss after kiss.
Kissing, licking, sucking,
earnestly sucking and sucking!
Judas got paid 30 pieces of silver.
Which he gave back, to his credit.
What pay did I receive,
Only a mouthful of semen
(But only in my dreams).
I am worse than Judas,
The best known traitor in history.
Instead of staying loyal to Christ
Who did i worship?
The snake god from the Garden of Eden.
PS: I wanted to swallow down that...
I too have betrayed Him,
Not with one kiss,
But kiss after kiss.
Kissing, licking, sucking,
earnestly sucking and sucking!
Judas got paid 30 pieces of silver.
Which he gave back, to his credit.
What pay did I receive,
Only a mouthful of semen
(But only in my dreams).
I am worse than Judas,
The best known traitor in history.
Instead of staying loyal to Christ
Who did i worship?
The snake god from the Garden of Eden.
PS: I wanted to swallow down that...
968 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 9:42pm
15th Jan 2015 9:42pm
My Wife the Rapist
Your vagina - I don't want it.
Don't force it on me, girl!
No means no, ya know.
But if you slap me around
And backhand me a lill
You may be able to change my mind.
Please don't dominate me,
At least not in public.
But I might cooperate
If we do it in private.
For i know you have a sex urge.
It's only natural for a wild woman
To want to fuck her man in the mouth.
To keep him in subjection,
Under her spell.
Oh girl, I shouldn't say it,
But I love the way you mistreat me,
I...
Don't force it on me, girl!
No means no, ya know.
But if you slap me around
And backhand me a lill
You may be able to change my mind.
Please don't dominate me,
At least not in public.
But I might cooperate
If we do it in private.
For i know you have a sex urge.
It's only natural for a wild woman
To want to fuck her man in the mouth.
To keep him in subjection,
Under her spell.
Oh girl, I shouldn't say it,
But I love the way you mistreat me,
I...
1011 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 10:37pm
29th Dec 2014 10:37pm
Like a Bird Flying Across the Face of the Sun
She spreads her legs as naturally
as a bird spreads its wings
As its about to take flight
into the wild blue yonder.
Like the atmosphere is high above the Earth,
So far is ardent sexual passion above
The realm of the ordinary, the mundane.
Instead of ascending into
The blue sky like the bird,
She reaches for the heights of the openness
Of passion's fantasy domain.
Like a bird flying across the circle of the shining sun,
Her Passion encounters the capital letter "O" -
"O" for female...
as a bird spreads its wings
As its about to take flight
into the wild blue yonder.
Like the atmosphere is high above the Earth,
So far is ardent sexual passion above
The realm of the ordinary, the mundane.
Instead of ascending into
The blue sky like the bird,
She reaches for the heights of the openness
Of passion's fantasy domain.
Like a bird flying across the circle of the shining sun,
Her Passion encounters the capital letter "O" -
"O" for female...
790 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 5:18pm
26th Oct 2014 5:18pm
OWNER OF MY HEART
I'm standing on one side of the river,
She's on the opposite bank.
She beckons me come to her.
"Swim across the river
To be with me and make love to me."
"I can't my darling, my true love,
For there are pirana in the water.
The river is full of them,
They'll eat my flesh down to the bone."
"Don't worry about that,
Just believe in the power of lover, true love."
"But they'll eat up my penis,
I'll have nothing to serve you with, my Queen."
"Trust in the magic power of my...
She's on the opposite bank.
She beckons me come to her.
"Swim across the river
To be with me and make love to me."
"I can't my darling, my true love,
For there are pirana in the water.
The river is full of them,
They'll eat my flesh down to the bone."
"Don't worry about that,
Just believe in the power of lover, true love."
"But they'll eat up my penis,
I'll have nothing to serve you with, my Queen."
"Trust in the magic power of my...
931 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 9:51pm
20th Jul 2014 9:51pm
Committing Suicide But Living to Tell About It
Some people commit suicide when depressed,
But with me, I have perverted sex instead.
That way - even though part of me dies -
I get to survive, wounded though I am, one more day.
Some people put guns in their mouths and pull the trigger.
I put my mouth around a sex pistol,
Sucking on that barrel of flesh to trigger the release
Of liquid bullets, - semen as bullets - droplets of seed.
It may be moral suicide, a self-inflicted "wound,"
But at least I get to live to tell about it,
The next day - I mean today.
I'm not recommending...
But with me, I have perverted sex instead.
That way - even though part of me dies -
I get to survive, wounded though I am, one more day.
Some people put guns in their mouths and pull the trigger.
I put my mouth around a sex pistol,
Sucking on that barrel of flesh to trigger the release
Of liquid bullets, - semen as bullets - droplets of seed.
It may be moral suicide, a self-inflicted "wound,"
But at least I get to live to tell about it,
The next day - I mean today.
I'm not recommending...
875 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 10:22pm
19th Jun 2014 10:22pm
If Beauty Is Truth
Beauty is truth and truth beauty,
That is all you know and all you need to know,"
(from Keats' "Ode to a Grecian Urn").
If "beauty is truth,"
And feelings are facts,
And passion is reality,
Then an orgasm is like some great discovery,
Some profound scientific breakthru
On the order of Newton's laws of motion,
Or even the Copernican Revolution...
At least it feels that way while its going on.
PS:my alternative title would be:
"The Epitome of Profundity" -
I'm not serious.
That is all you know and all you need to know,"
(from Keats' "Ode to a Grecian Urn").
If "beauty is truth,"
And feelings are facts,
And passion is reality,
Then an orgasm is like some great discovery,
Some profound scientific breakthru
On the order of Newton's laws of motion,
Or even the Copernican Revolution...
At least it feels that way while its going on.
PS:my alternative title would be:
"The Epitome of Profundity" -
I'm not serious.
691 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2014 6:00pm
10th May 2014 6:00pm
I'm Like a Bird, Let's Fly Off Together
If reality is solid like the ground,
And if imagination is as the atmosphere, immaterial, airy.
Then when we depart the true for the realm of hope, desire
We become as the birds, taking flight, escaping our limits.
Feeling is like flying.
Loving, longing is as soaring.
Dreaming is to go to heaven.
Rise above Earthly reality:
Let the bird in you come out of its cage.
Experience your Eaglehood,
the identity you didn't know you had!
And if imagination is as the atmosphere, immaterial, airy.
Then when we depart the true for the realm of hope, desire
We become as the birds, taking flight, escaping our limits.
Feeling is like flying.
Loving, longing is as soaring.
Dreaming is to go to heaven.
Rise above Earthly reality:
Let the bird in you come out of its cage.
Experience your Eaglehood,
the identity you didn't know you had!
659 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 10:05pm
10th Apr 2014 10:05pm
Natural Princes and Monarchs and Kings
How could American southerners do it?
How could they enslave black people?
And for so long - 200 years.
I can't understand it!
They must not have ever seen a black man naked.
I'm talking about his genitals,
Yes, his penis and his nut sack!
For the black man has the penis of a prince,
The sexual manhood of a monarch,
Yes, the cock of a king!
Oh, those wonderful black men,
What conquering cocks they have!
The size of their reproductive organs
Makes them natural RULERS of nations, not slaves!
Blacks are...
How could they enslave black people?
And for so long - 200 years.
I can't understand it!
They must not have ever seen a black man naked.
I'm talking about his genitals,
Yes, his penis and his nut sack!
For the black man has the penis of a prince,
The sexual manhood of a monarch,
Yes, the cock of a king!
Oh, those wonderful black men,
What conquering cocks they have!
The size of their reproductive organs
Makes them natural RULERS of nations, not slaves!
Blacks are...
719 reads
0 Comments
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