Submissions by boomBOX
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
It's September, f**king xmas is right around the corner
If the stock market keeps going down, all I'm gonna give for Christmas is a discount coupon for anal sex. I'm taking it in the ass, you should too ....
771 reads
10 Comments
These Lips
These Lips
Your mouth
The romance that thinks
out loud or in hushed tones
Sitting on the veranda
Sipping tea, my arm around you
Picking up your wild mane
Grazing your neck ever so slightly
Romance
Connection
Electricity
Tension moist in the collected air
Your mouth
The romance that thinks
out loud or in hushed tones
Sitting on the veranda
Sipping tea, my arm around you
Picking up your wild mane
Grazing your neck ever so slightly
Romance
Connection
Electricity
Tension moist in the collected air
1081 reads
11 Comments
Robot Love
She yanks my crank
With all the passion
of a plumber threading a pipe
Robot love
Still a ways to go
To the nuance of sexual satisfaction
Still, she's got hot parts
Eats WD-40 only
No complaints about working overtime
With all the passion
of a plumber threading a pipe
Robot love
Still a ways to go
To the nuance of sexual satisfaction
Still, she's got hot parts
Eats WD-40 only
No complaints about working overtime
821 reads
2 Comments
Deviant
Wasn't feeling well
Recovering
Deviant sex acts
Vibrant in my psyche
Antibiotics rock
Take off your clothes
Slowly
Recovering
Deviant sex acts
Vibrant in my psyche
Antibiotics rock
Take off your clothes
Slowly
789 reads
4 Comments
Unspoken
There's a kinetic energy
Between lovers
That's unspoken
It floats in aura
Supreme and unflinching
Bold and telling
There are things
I want to say to you
But can't, so I write these poems
I'm around you on every corner
In your rear view mirror
A voice writing our story
Between lovers
That's unspoken
It floats in aura
Supreme and unflinching
Bold and telling
There are things
I want to say to you
But can't, so I write these poems
I'm around you on every corner
In your rear view mirror
A voice writing our story
863 reads
8 Comments
Colt 45 Malt Liquor and a Bucket of KFC
Thanksgiving in July
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs
Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape
After dinner
Greasy fingers slow dancing
Homeless sex
And a bed down under the bridge of dreams
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs
Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape
After dinner
Greasy fingers slow dancing
Homeless sex
And a bed down under the bridge of dreams
816 reads
6 Comments
Tranny Car Date
Providers
Third Sex
Raw
Cheap Action
Can you get this at home ?
Probably not
Respect please
For the nether world
Third Sex
Raw
Cheap Action
Can you get this at home ?
Probably not
Respect please
For the nether world
844 reads
2 Comments
Tattoo on my Ass
After our love was gone
I tattooed your name on my ass
So I could sit on you
and you could feel the weight
off the wreckage you left behind
I laugh to myself
When natures calls
That the scent of my mission
Will be inhaled by you
Everyday forever more
I tattooed your name on my ass
So I could sit on you
and you could feel the weight
off the wreckage you left behind
I laugh to myself
When natures calls
That the scent of my mission
Will be inhaled by you
Everyday forever more
722 reads
6 Comments
Talking Boom Box Radio
The big beat
Morrison cries from his grave
The words changed to protect the guilty
My wife says I hate everyone
I tell her, that's not true
I like you
Then I say
Take off your clothes
She proceeds to go walk the dog
This is not a test
Do not pass go
I had fish for dinner
Now craving red meat
Case closed
Good night from Boom Box Radio
Morrison cries from his grave
The words changed to protect the guilty
My wife says I hate everyone
I tell her, that's not true
I like you
Then I say
Take off your clothes
She proceeds to go walk the dog
This is not a test
Do not pass go
I had fish for dinner
Now craving red meat
Case closed
Good night from Boom Box Radio
753 reads
6 Comments
Pork Baby
Snapped this pic at the local store
Somethings have be recorded for posterity
Emailing to friends and getting "disgusting" comments
Hey, not just for breakfast anymore ...
Somethings have be recorded for posterity
Emailing to friends and getting "disgusting" comments
Hey, not just for breakfast anymore ...
670 reads
0 Comments
She used to Call Me
A PIA
Pain in the ass
I thought it was kind of endearing
Love has its own language
Pain in the ass
I thought it was kind of endearing
Love has its own language
621 reads
4 Comments
Thinking Romance
Acknowledge
Dream
Fantasy
We exist
Or do we ?
You've seen us
On the avenue
Holding hands
At the park
In a secluded spot
It's all in your head
Mine too
Perfect liaisons
Storybook kisses
A thinking romance
Dream
Fantasy
We exist
Or do we ?
You've seen us
On the avenue
Holding hands
At the park
In a secluded spot
It's all in your head
Mine too
Perfect liaisons
Storybook kisses
A thinking romance
961 reads
9 Comments
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