Submissions by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The first time someone else touched me with the intent to pleasure, I fell in love. Not with that person, but with the act itself. Fiona Zedde, Bliss
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 3:32pm
24th Aug 2015 3:32pm
An almost unbelievable tale of Hillbilly lust
Let me start by swearin my attraction to an occasional dusty ol juke joint was no cliche preachers daughter rebellion.
A good American girl, loved my Daddy, Jesus, and both their good names.
But the appeal and anononimoty of the sin and frolic rockin 'n rollin out those doors! Too much.
Was just the temptation to do me in.
At least i had respect enough to scratch that itch three counties away.
I had needs to be met.
And damned those needs.
Damn the need for the whine and moan from the likes of Hank...
A good American girl, loved my Daddy, Jesus, and both their good names.
But the appeal and anononimoty of the sin and frolic rockin 'n rollin out those doors! Too much.
Was just the temptation to do me in.
At least i had respect enough to scratch that itch three counties away.
I had needs to be met.
And damned those needs.
Damn the need for the whine and moan from the likes of Hank...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 3:43pm
22nd Aug 2015 3:43pm
Sex midnight and rise
I incendiary cunt now cumming down Hard
Him still inside my cozy hot furnace Beats and leaking still moments from Stop
Him looking pleased with good fuck I certainly am getting so sleepy good Tired
Him wearing dark hoods closed shut
I smile close mine letting grasp turn Embrace
I drift in glow wishing good dreaming
Him off in worlds surreal mine not to Know
As sun hits eyes i feel growing stirring Him stroking grown hard both of us Wake
I...
Him still inside my cozy hot furnace Beats and leaking still moments from Stop
Him looking pleased with good fuck I certainly am getting so sleepy good Tired
Him wearing dark hoods closed shut
I smile close mine letting grasp turn Embrace
I drift in glow wishing good dreaming
Him off in worlds surreal mine not to Know
As sun hits eyes i feel growing stirring Him stroking grown hard both of us Wake
I...
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22 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 12:15pm
21st Aug 2015 12:15pm
My Aries
Mars
You vicious lover
Tempting me from millions of miles away
Red and engorged filled with lust
Born of your sign i am made moved by you
Jealous
You have a more powerful lover
Guiding your strange yet constant movements
You vicious lover
Tempting me from millions of miles away
Red and engorged filled with lust
Born of your sign i am made moved by you
Jealous
You have a more powerful lover
Guiding your strange yet constant movements
1144 reads
40 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 00:29am
19th Aug 2015 00:29am
You hear me!
Hear me!
I have wounds that go miles deep.
My scars though are thick.
So i do not ooze.
To deny me your words, because i am sunny.
Ouches and leaves a mark.
You know, that is fought for light?
But tell me, i am not good enough
Deep enough
For your pain
Hurts me hard!
I bleed
Cherry red
But i will scratch and claw my way back to smiling.
Scar over.
And another day proudly wear the sun.
I have wounds that go miles deep.
My scars though are thick.
So i do not ooze.
To deny me your words, because i am sunny.
Ouches and leaves a mark.
You know, that is fought for light?
But tell me, i am not good enough
Deep enough
For your pain
Hurts me hard!
I bleed
Cherry red
But i will scratch and claw my way back to smiling.
Scar over.
And another day proudly wear the sun.
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 3:38am
17th Aug 2015 3:38am
8
8
It was my Birthday.
And I would cry if I wanted.
Brooke had just roller skated over my brand new Toni Basil record!
And in my new skates and blue tutu!!
She was a bully back then
And a total bitch now.
Reminds me I'm sposed to call her.
Later.
Four little girls in a tub,
rub a dub dub.
Four sudsy love notes.
Two to Ricky Shroader
One to Cory Haim
And a bubbly one in red crayon to Bill Murray. Mine.
Was a strange kid, dug funny men then dig em now. ...
It was my Birthday.
And I would cry if I wanted.
Brooke had just roller skated over my brand new Toni Basil record!
And in my new skates and blue tutu!!
She was a bully back then
And a total bitch now.
Reminds me I'm sposed to call her.
Later.
Four little girls in a tub,
rub a dub dub.
Four sudsy love notes.
Two to Ricky Shroader
One to Cory Haim
And a bubbly one in red crayon to Bill Murray. Mine.
Was a strange kid, dug funny men then dig em now. ...
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37 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2015 00:17am
16th Aug 2015 00:17am
A Thank you note to Shakka
Thanks Shakka!
Had no idea!
Had been bored with my days,
letting one run into the other without notice.
Had paid no attention to tuesday whatsoever.
Sorry days. 😞
Shakka, hope you understand my need to pass along....
But did you know,
that days, they fall in love? 💓
That some take care of messy children?
That one is extravegant, and in my new opinion a little shallow, but kind enough to write messages in liptick on mirrors to the next? 💄
Shakka, was that Saturday?
Anyway, if you are like me,
and...
Had no idea!
Had been bored with my days,
letting one run into the other without notice.
Had paid no attention to tuesday whatsoever.
Sorry days. 😞
Shakka, hope you understand my need to pass along....
But did you know,
that days, they fall in love? 💓
That some take care of messy children?
That one is extravegant, and in my new opinion a little shallow, but kind enough to write messages in liptick on mirrors to the next? 💄
Shakka, was that Saturday?
Anyway, if you are like me,
and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2015 2:43am
14th Aug 2015 2:43am
the Letting
I did
What he asked
Always
So
That day
When he came
Ha!
Not yet.
In the room.
Tied an ankle
To post
An ankle
To post
My wrists
Together
God
I had learned
To love
The smell
Of leather
To the
Head
Of the bed
Mmmmm
I was
Ready
For..........💋
He left
Me
There hours
Anticipation
Had become
Becum
Something
Of
A drug
But nothing..........💋
Had been
Quite, well
He came
Ha!
Not yet
In
The room
Had this...
What he asked
Always
So
That day
When he came
Ha!
Not yet.
In the room.
Tied an ankle
To post
An ankle
To post
My wrists
Together
God
I had learned
To love
The smell
Of leather
To the
Head
Of the bed
Mmmmm
I was
Ready
For..........💋
He left
Me
There hours
Anticipation
Had become
Becum
Something
Of
A drug
But nothing..........💋
Had been
Quite, well
He came
Ha!
Not yet
In
The room
Had this...
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33 Comments
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