Submissions by eleven_mashariki
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2018 12:05pm
2nd Oct 2018 12:05pm
MISTRESS
I did it.
I did it again,
At first, out of curiosity but still...
I did it.
They say one good turn deserves another,
so after I fucked her good,
I went again...
this time, deeper and deeper.
Her orgasms wilder.
At one point,
She nibbled on my ear then moaned beautifully.
Her legs tightly around my waist like a belt,
eyes fixated...
Silence.
She looked at me keenly,
not able to comprehend what was happening to her.
She whispered...
"Baby grab my ess"
I complied before she came...
I did it again,
At first, out of curiosity but still...
I did it.
They say one good turn deserves another,
so after I fucked her good,
I went again...
this time, deeper and deeper.
Her orgasms wilder.
At one point,
She nibbled on my ear then moaned beautifully.
Her legs tightly around my waist like a belt,
eyes fixated...
Silence.
She looked at me keenly,
not able to comprehend what was happening to her.
She whispered...
"Baby grab my ess"
I complied before she came...
#love
#lust
#erotic #lover
#erotic #lover
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2018 11:05am
28th Aug 2018 11:05am
TRANSCODING
Are ears for hearing or listening?
I wonder.
However,
My ears are quite amazing if you ask me.
Sometimes I hear, sometimes I listen.
Sometimes...it's in between.
When the conversation is boring...
I hear but struggle to listen.
When the conversation is engaging...
Sometimes I hear, sometimes I listen.
When the conversation is important...
I listen even without hearing.
When the conversation is erotic...
I try to hear but only listen.
When the conversation is holy...
I hear, I listen.
When the conversation is...
I wonder.
However,
My ears are quite amazing if you ask me.
Sometimes I hear, sometimes I listen.
Sometimes...it's in between.
When the conversation is boring...
I hear but struggle to listen.
When the conversation is engaging...
Sometimes I hear, sometimes I listen.
When the conversation is important...
I listen even without hearing.
When the conversation is erotic...
I try to hear but only listen.
When the conversation is holy...
I hear, I listen.
When the conversation is...
#LifeChangingMoment
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 2:38pm
24th Aug 2018 2:38pm
UNAPOLOGETIC
Style means the right word. The rest matters little.”
—Jules Renard
A little birdie asks why I write?
Wow!!
I write because I'm a writer,
Writers write, and so do I.
I mean...I'm a writer!
Right?
I write because my pen is orgasmic,
My pen is hard, like a huge penis.
Literally.
I make love to different sheets of paper,
and when the loving is good enough,
We conceive many words of poetry.
I write because it's my calling...
and my call is my mission.
No matter how hard I write,
I just...
—Jules Renard
A little birdie asks why I write?
Wow!!
I write because I'm a writer,
Writers write, and so do I.
I mean...I'm a writer!
Right?
I write because my pen is orgasmic,
My pen is hard, like a huge penis.
Literally.
I make love to different sheets of paper,
and when the loving is good enough,
We conceive many words of poetry.
I write because it's my calling...
and my call is my mission.
No matter how hard I write,
I just...
#LifeAsAWriter
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 1:34pm
24th Aug 2018 1:34pm
JEZEBEL
She's a Jezebel,
...talented? Yes
but
Still a bloody Jezebel.
She's the finest Jezebel,
Lethal in all definitions.
and this is why...
She knows of nobility,
raised by a lady,
pampered by a gentleman.
She's so so lethal,
...words alone may be insufficient.
better believe.
The first time I saw her
I gazed...
She gazed right back.
It was a magical moment to say the least.
Her eyes looked beautiful,
like little twinkling stars.
The more I gazed the deeper I fell.
I knew she...
...talented? Yes
but
Still a bloody Jezebel.
She's the finest Jezebel,
Lethal in all definitions.
and this is why...
She knows of nobility,
raised by a lady,
pampered by a gentleman.
She's so so lethal,
...words alone may be insufficient.
better believe.
The first time I saw her
I gazed...
She gazed right back.
It was a magical moment to say the least.
Her eyes looked beautiful,
like little twinkling stars.
The more I gazed the deeper I fell.
I knew she...
#love
#lover
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2018 7:04am
24th May 2018 7:04am
CONTROVERSIAL
Like a young king,
I'm controversial.
I like controversy,
She loves me back...
I think, we're in love.
Controversy is nice,
I like how she follows me.
She knows my ways,
I don't complain though.
She lovely..
and she keeps me elated.
I want her.
Every time.
I think, I'll follow her to death.
If possible, we'll marry.
Then it will be as should,
Mrs. Controversy/Mr. Controversial.
...or vice versa?
Talk of love,
I love controversy.
I'm controversial.
I like controversy,
She loves me back...
I think, we're in love.
Controversy is nice,
I like how she follows me.
She knows my ways,
I don't complain though.
She lovely..
and she keeps me elated.
I want her.
Every time.
I think, I'll follow her to death.
If possible, we'll marry.
Then it will be as should,
Mrs. Controversy/Mr. Controversial.
...or vice versa?
Talk of love,
I love controversy.
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2018 12:20pm
13th Apr 2018 12:20pm
THE LITTLE FEATHER
Said she to the wind,
"Take me to the West"
"To the West?"
"Yes, to the West!"
The wind laughed hard.
Said he...
I know not where that is.
However,
I'll take you with me.
To the West and to the East,
To the North and to the South...
If you insist.
"Take me to the West"
"To the West?"
"Yes, to the West!"
The wind laughed hard.
Said he...
I know not where that is.
However,
I'll take you with me.
To the West and to the East,
To the North and to the South...
If you insist.
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2018 9:25pm
20th Mar 2018 9:25pm
JEWEL
She’s a jewel,
Of a different cluster.
She’s beautiful,
Like Emerald.
Her kind of beauty is rare,
Like Tanzanite.
Her eyes are Rubies.
And her smile speaks of Diamonds.
She’s a delight.
To understand her beauty,
Compare her hair to 14 waterfalls.
Her breasts to small hills.
Her hips are like escarpments...
Beauty unseen.
They say
The beautiful ones are not yet born,
I disagree.
I know of beauty...authentic
Far unmatched.
Her kind of beauty is heavenly,
Earthly...
Of a different cluster.
She’s beautiful,
Like Emerald.
Her kind of beauty is rare,
Like Tanzanite.
Her eyes are Rubies.
And her smile speaks of Diamonds.
She’s a delight.
To understand her beauty,
Compare her hair to 14 waterfalls.
Her breasts to small hills.
Her hips are like escarpments...
Beauty unseen.
They say
The beautiful ones are not yet born,
I disagree.
I know of beauty...authentic
Far unmatched.
Her kind of beauty is heavenly,
Earthly...
#relationships
#ILoveYou
#FallingInLove
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2018 7:40am
18th Mar 2018 7:40am
I WANT
I want you...
dear beloved.
I want you so bad,
hope you realize.
I want your lips...
I want to hold your chin,
to look into your eyes...
and to kiss your velvety lips.
Mwaaah!
I want to hold your hand,
to travel the world with you.
I want to take you to Tokyo,
maybe to Bora Bora...
or London.
I want us to visit Paris,
my beloved.
Let's make love in Rome.
Like the pilgrims we're not.
I want you,
My beloved...
I want to make you happy.
with all that's in me, ...
dear beloved.
I want you so bad,
hope you realize.
I want your lips...
I want to hold your chin,
to look into your eyes...
and to kiss your velvety lips.
Mwaaah!
I want to hold your hand,
to travel the world with you.
I want to take you to Tokyo,
maybe to Bora Bora...
or London.
I want us to visit Paris,
my beloved.
Let's make love in Rome.
Like the pilgrims we're not.
I want you,
My beloved...
I want to make you happy.
with all that's in me, ...
#love
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2018 6:22pm
12th Mar 2018 6:22pm
ACTIVE PARADIGMS
One fine day
Curiosity asked,
"Who owns Life?"
Answered Reason,
"There must be a Higher Being."
Wondered Doubt,
"Is there a Higher Being?"
Retorted Faith,
"Of course!"
Said Anxiety,
"Then I need a sign."
Replied Hope,
"The Time is nigh."
Concluded Conscience,
"I believe what I believe."
He who feels it knows it.
Curiosity asked,
"Who owns Life?"
Answered Reason,
"There must be a Higher Being."
Wondered Doubt,
"Is there a Higher Being?"
Retorted Faith,
"Of course!"
Said Anxiety,
"Then I need a sign."
Replied Hope,
"The Time is nigh."
Concluded Conscience,
"I believe what I believe."
He who feels it knows it.
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2018 7:34am
4th Mar 2018 7:34am
PATIENCE
Hey,
What is Patience?
It's Abstract yet Conceivable,
Like Time, or Art, or Love.
As Time?
Skip an on-beat,
Juggle an off-beat.
To hop or not,
To hit or pass.
Patience.
As Art?
To express an Emotion,
From that thing called soul.
Patience.
As Love,
When plucking, the finest.
What is Patience?
It's Abstract yet Conceivable,
Like Time, or Art, or Love.
As Time?
Skip an on-beat,
Juggle an off-beat.
To hop or not,
To hit or pass.
Patience.
As Art?
To express an Emotion,
From that thing called soul.
Patience.
As Love,
When plucking, the finest.
#patience
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 4:41pm
3rd Mar 2018 4:41pm
NO LOVE
Love is Love.
Never mistake it for anything else...
be it lust, infatuation or just rapport,
Love is Love.
When searching for Love,
Open thy eyes.
Look in the right places,
Search thy heart deep...
and when deep enough,
Search even deeper.
Discover this comic fact,
that...
The simplest root of Love, is Love.
There can only be one Love...
Genuine and Unconditional.
True Love comes from one source,
Where Love thrives,
Love should be.
Where there's no Love,
No Love was.
Love is...
Never mistake it for anything else...
be it lust, infatuation or just rapport,
Love is Love.
When searching for Love,
Open thy eyes.
Look in the right places,
Search thy heart deep...
and when deep enough,
Search even deeper.
Discover this comic fact,
that...
The simplest root of Love, is Love.
There can only be one Love...
Genuine and Unconditional.
True Love comes from one source,
Where Love thrives,
Love should be.
Where there's no Love,
No Love was.
Love is...
#love
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