Submissions by down2dirt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been out of writing for awhile. My muse drug me here snd dropped me off. We’ll see what happens
Impressions
He busted a move
she offered a towel
sheepish grins
full moon howls
they backtracked the night
no concrete plan
mascara eyes
from behind lacy fan
sheer black hose
giving way to milky thighs
a come on glance
a fool not to try
too many drinks
him not her
a top down ride
traffic lights a blur
a magical beach
stars on the water
stripped down to the truth
a cool night grew hotter
sunrise gathered a curious lot
witness to this unknown pair
some smiled some...
she offered a towel
sheepish grins
full moon howls
they backtracked the night
no concrete plan
mascara eyes
from behind lacy fan
sheer black hose
giving way to milky thighs
a come on glance
a fool not to try
too many drinks
him not her
a top down ride
traffic lights a blur
a magical beach
stars on the water
stripped down to the truth
a cool night grew hotter
sunrise gathered a curious lot
witness to this unknown pair
some smiled some...
#lust
#sensual
439 reads
6 Comments
ee i ee i oh….
#lust
#erotic
#sexy #passion
#sexy #passion
332 reads
2 Comments
Clean Up on Aisle 4
It seemed a simple question
that turned her mood suddenly south:
how long has it been since
something this nice filled your mouth?
I guess, in retrospect, I should be more careful
of interpreting a knowing smile
while holding up my cucumber
in the produce aisle
that turned her mood suddenly south:
how long has it been since
something this nice filled your mouth?
I guess, in retrospect, I should be more careful
of interpreting a knowing smile
while holding up my cucumber
in the produce aisle
#sexy
#temptation
423 reads
4 Comments
Shores of July
Arching skyward
hard on the downstroke
into the deep end
beyond the safety rope
swans
butterflies
smooth practiced strokes
beneath waveless skies
stiff diving board
above flowing tributaries
full gainer with a twist
flawless entry
hard on the downstroke
into the deep end
beyond the safety rope
swans
butterflies
smooth practiced strokes
beneath waveless skies
stiff diving board
above flowing tributaries
full gainer with a twist
flawless entry
#sensual
#passion
346 reads
4 Comments
Subtle and Classy
Learned a month back
well maybe six
never the brightest bulb
or sharpest stick
but when wearing her white panties
with lacey sides
she’s frisky as kids in summer
with a new slip-n-slide
that and she’s yelling
pony boy better get inside
lets saddle up
for an 8 second ride
well maybe six
never the brightest bulb
or sharpest stick
but when wearing her white panties
with lacey sides
she’s frisky as kids in summer
with a new slip-n-slide
that and she’s yelling
pony boy better get inside
lets saddle up
for an 8 second ride
#sex
#lover
318 reads
4 Comments
Dominance
Is it Thursday? No, more like a Monday
garbage truck making it’s early rounds
laying in bed, black out curtain dark
eyes not open yet, making no sounds
world waiting for an opening
to invade my gated space
I feel it sitting, staring from the corner
waiting for a sign from my face
two days off sometimes isn’t enough
but it’s the nature of the beast
if you like a roof, walls, food
you’re gonna be the mans weekly feast
the world shifts, restless in the darkness
it senses the alarm is only minutes away
these...
garbage truck making it’s early rounds
laying in bed, black out curtain dark
eyes not open yet, making no sounds
world waiting for an opening
to invade my gated space
I feel it sitting, staring from the corner
waiting for a sign from my face
two days off sometimes isn’t enough
but it’s the nature of the beast
if you like a roof, walls, food
you’re gonna be the mans weekly feast
the world shifts, restless in the darkness
it senses the alarm is only minutes away
these...
#consumerism
500 reads
2 Comments
Lefty-loosey Righty-tighty
#satirical
#funny
334 reads
2 Comments
Rider on Her Storm
#sensual
#passion
668 reads
4 Comments
One Particular Morning
Routines are so
routine
but these days, particularly,
it’s close to all one has
nights cover pulled back
dress for the day
mount my wheeled steed
which delivers me to the coffee pot
fresh mug of coffee in hand
rolling out the back door
to my assigned designation
the side porch, facing south
this morning Jimmy Buffets
“One particular harbor”
has washed up in my subconscious
button stuck on auto replay
brothers racing each other
near the edge of the sand
before playfully trying...
routine
but these days, particularly,
it’s close to all one has
nights cover pulled back
dress for the day
mount my wheeled steed
which delivers me to the coffee pot
fresh mug of coffee in hand
rolling out the back door
to my assigned designation
the side porch, facing south
this morning Jimmy Buffets
“One particular harbor”
has washed up in my subconscious
button stuck on auto replay
brothers racing each other
near the edge of the sand
before playfully trying...
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
290 reads
2 Comments
The Smell of Rain
Laid back in a field of rainbows
reaching for the pot of gold
one end reveals its riches
the other pleasures ten fold
stripped of expectations
tall grasses gently crushed
beasts of the field
tethered by yolk of lusts
sun beating down from above
sweat combined with amorous toil
the sheath once holstering virtue
now filled with blunted foil
rainbow framed by summers storm
window closed to block the rain
tall grass bends with rolling thunder
lightnings flash scatters memories pain
reaching for the pot of gold
one end reveals its riches
the other pleasures ten fold
stripped of expectations
tall grasses gently crushed
beasts of the field
tethered by yolk of lusts
sun beating down from above
sweat combined with amorous toil
the sheath once holstering virtue
now filled with blunted foil
rainbow framed by summers storm
window closed to block the rain
tall grass bends with rolling thunder
lightnings flash scatters memories pain
#relationships
#obsession
264 reads
2 Comments
Adrift
My mind wanders in many hues
although, usually, only one stands out
one darker and richer on the scale
of wondrous vision beyond doubt
if a heliotrope be a flower
and plum not for eating
where does pink recline
my feeble mind set to reeling
the morning sunrise finds me
red eyed of insomnias repose
longing for sunsets loaded pallet
the masters brush painting her in prose
although, usually, only one stands out
one darker and richer on the scale
of wondrous vision beyond doubt
if a heliotrope be a flower
and plum not for eating
where does pink recline
my feeble mind set to reeling
the morning sunrise finds me
red eyed of insomnias repose
longing for sunsets loaded pallet
the masters brush painting her in prose
#inspirational
#emotions
280 reads
4 Comments
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