Submissions by jwhwz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 1:21am
5th Dec 2011 1:21am
Jenna Jamison
Jenna Jamison is sitting on your face;
She is fucking you while sitting in place.
Tonight, you are drinking wine;
And you are in the position sixty-nine.
She is massaging your cock with her tongue;
She's complimenting you that you are so well-hung.
You grab her by the back of her hair;
She claws at your back, and you don't care.
You make very loud noises of slurping;
From the alcohol, you are burbing.
You feel so very freaking high;
This is the way you want to go, when you die.
You feel her soft body touching your skin;
She is very curvy,...
She is fucking you while sitting in place.
Tonight, you are drinking wine;
And you are in the position sixty-nine.
She is massaging your cock with her tongue;
She's complimenting you that you are so well-hung.
You grab her by the back of her hair;
She claws at your back, and you don't care.
You make very loud noises of slurping;
From the alcohol, you are burbing.
You feel so very freaking high;
This is the way you want to go, when you die.
You feel her soft body touching your skin;
She is very curvy,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 4:10pm
3rd Dec 2011 4:10pm
Sextasy
Her vagina is enveloping your cock;
Her four-post bed will squeak and rock.
Her pussy squeezes you like a sponge;
On top of her, you lunge and lunge.
She sucks you, and you grab her hair;
On your back, she scratches and tears.
Like a popsicle, she sucks your dick;
You are getting so hard and thick.
She licks you up and down;
Sucking her nipples, you really go to town.
She cries and moans in exstacy;
This is like heaven; it is sexstacy.
She tears at the buttons on your clothes;
You fuck her right through her...
Her four-post bed will squeak and rock.
Her pussy squeezes you like a sponge;
On top of her, you lunge and lunge.
She sucks you, and you grab her hair;
On your back, she scratches and tears.
Like a popsicle, she sucks your dick;
You are getting so hard and thick.
She licks you up and down;
Sucking her nipples, you really go to town.
She cries and moans in exstacy;
This is like heaven; it is sexstacy.
She tears at the buttons on your clothes;
You fuck her right through her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 11:59am
3rd Dec 2011 11:59am
About Crazy Alice
Crazy Alice really makes me pissed;
She needs a dick to fuck every orifice.
I met her out in town a few days ago;
Every man's cock, she would like to blow.
She physically abused me;
She hit me so hard on the back that I'm surprised she didn't bruise me.
She has come on to every man in town;
Every man thinks of her as a clown.
She is quite mentally ill;
She must take many-a-prescription pill.
Long ago, she grabbed my man's ass cheek;
He almost hurled, which would have made him weak.
Long ago, she greeted my man in red lingerie; ...
She needs a dick to fuck every orifice.
I met her out in town a few days ago;
Every man's cock, she would like to blow.
She physically abused me;
She hit me so hard on the back that I'm surprised she didn't bruise me.
She has come on to every man in town;
Every man thinks of her as a clown.
She is quite mentally ill;
She must take many-a-prescription pill.
Long ago, she grabbed my man's ass cheek;
He almost hurled, which would have made him weak.
Long ago, she greeted my man in red lingerie; ...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 9:15am
2nd Dec 2011 9:15am
The Hitchhiker
Betty Sue: Hey there, Big Daddy! Care to give a little lost country girl a ride?
Harry: Why sure, Little Mama. Hop on in!
Betty Sue: Ma name's Betty Sue. Surely happy to meet cha! Watcha call yerself?
Harry: Why, Lil Lady, just call me Mr. Kawkso.
Betty Sue: Aw. What's ya first name Mr. Kawkso? I wanna getta know ya, fella. I'd do ya a faver fer a ride!
Harry: Sounds like a deal, Honey Pie. Just call me Harry. Harry Kawkso.
Betty Sue: Gotcha, Baby. Wait a minute!
Harry: What, L'il Lady?
Betty Sue: I had a sexy caller the other day on ma here...
Harry: Why sure, Little Mama. Hop on in!
Betty Sue: Ma name's Betty Sue. Surely happy to meet cha! Watcha call yerself?
Harry: Why, Lil Lady, just call me Mr. Kawkso.
Betty Sue: Aw. What's ya first name Mr. Kawkso? I wanna getta know ya, fella. I'd do ya a faver fer a ride!
Harry: Sounds like a deal, Honey Pie. Just call me Harry. Harry Kawkso.
Betty Sue: Gotcha, Baby. Wait a minute!
Harry: What, L'il Lady?
Betty Sue: I had a sexy caller the other day on ma here...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 1:27am
2nd Dec 2011 1:27am
Myself and My Man Are Corrupted By Alcohol and Pot
Drunk is fun, and drunk is funky;
I am quite an alcohol junkie.
Drinking hurricanes makes me feel good;
That's why I have woman's wood.
I used to drink beer, but now I drink Hurricanes;
For, they are good when I'm feeling insane.
I fucking love my alcohol;
It makes me feel so very tall.
Though, it is not healthy to be injested;
It makes me want to be sexually molested.
By my man who's getting high on his pot;
At the same time, knowing a lot of money we haven't got.
I wish my man would drink with me;
But, all it would do is create pee....
I am quite an alcohol junkie.
Drinking hurricanes makes me feel good;
That's why I have woman's wood.
I used to drink beer, but now I drink Hurricanes;
For, they are good when I'm feeling insane.
I fucking love my alcohol;
It makes me feel so very tall.
Though, it is not healthy to be injested;
It makes me want to be sexually molested.
By my man who's getting high on his pot;
At the same time, knowing a lot of money we haven't got.
I wish my man would drink with me;
But, all it would do is create pee....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 5:19pm
1st Dec 2011 5:19pm
Shakey is a Typical Man
I look up to Shakey; for his opinion matters;
Even, though, when he is plowed; he is as mad as the mad hatter.
I don't think that many drunks respect ladies;
They consider them whores that come straight from Hades.
That is what sexist men, in my life, have taught me;
Despite all of the expensive gifts they have bought me.
For, my ex and my man have mental problems, too;
That often make me feel defensive and blue.
I hate having to fight the disrespect of the memories of my ex;
He damaged me so much, that all I think that men want is sex. ...
Even, though, when he is plowed; he is as mad as the mad hatter.
I don't think that many drunks respect ladies;
They consider them whores that come straight from Hades.
That is what sexist men, in my life, have taught me;
Despite all of the expensive gifts they have bought me.
For, my ex and my man have mental problems, too;
That often make me feel defensive and blue.
I hate having to fight the disrespect of the memories of my ex;
He damaged me so much, that all I think that men want is sex. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 5:06pm
1st Dec 2011 5:06pm
Wachovia
Wachovia really sickens me;
With their cheerful attitude and their big screen TV.
Meanwhile, for mistakes that you have made in error;
They try to fill your heart with terror.
They charge you outrageous fees for overdrafting;
And, all the while, they are laughing.
They grin and smile with so much cheese;
Not often do they pardon you of fees.
That's why I got out after 2009;
Because my terrible financial situation had gotten out of line.
My man stayed with that retarded bank;
Only himself, he has to thank.
Although Virginia National Bank charges...
With their cheerful attitude and their big screen TV.
Meanwhile, for mistakes that you have made in error;
They try to fill your heart with terror.
They charge you outrageous fees for overdrafting;
And, all the while, they are laughing.
They grin and smile with so much cheese;
Not often do they pardon you of fees.
That's why I got out after 2009;
Because my terrible financial situation had gotten out of line.
My man stayed with that retarded bank;
Only himself, he has to thank.
Although Virginia National Bank charges...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 4:29am
1st Dec 2011 4:29am
Do You Know?
Do you know that you have an inner body temperature so hot;
That an ice cube will melt inside your twat?
Do you know that if your Mom fucked a horse and was a whore;
That you'd be born as a centaur?
Do you know that if your Dad had a fetish with birds that were stupid;
That you would have been born as a cupid?
Do you know that if your Mom had sex with a fly;
That you'd be born a human with wings, six legs, and many an eye?
Do you know that if your Dad loved to fuck pussycats;
You would love to chase rodents...
That an ice cube will melt inside your twat?
Do you know that if your Mom fucked a horse and was a whore;
That you'd be born as a centaur?
Do you know that if your Dad had a fetish with birds that were stupid;
That you would have been born as a cupid?
Do you know that if your Mom had sex with a fly;
That you'd be born a human with wings, six legs, and many an eye?
Do you know that if your Dad loved to fuck pussycats;
You would love to chase rodents...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 1:43am
1st Dec 2011 1:43am
The Meaning of Life
The meaning of life is just to exist;
Because, you are just going to end up losing everyone you love and get pissed.
The meaning of life is to use your talents;
Between working and relaxing, there needs to be a balance.
The meaning of life is to have something smart on the inside;
So, from this world, you can choose to hide.
The meaning of life is to not have too much cash;
For, many people with money to burn make decisions that are rash.
The meaning of life is to know how to spend;
So, into society, one can blend.
The meaning of life is...
Because, you are just going to end up losing everyone you love and get pissed.
The meaning of life is to use your talents;
Between working and relaxing, there needs to be a balance.
The meaning of life is to have something smart on the inside;
So, from this world, you can choose to hide.
The meaning of life is to not have too much cash;
For, many people with money to burn make decisions that are rash.
The meaning of life is to know how to spend;
So, into society, one can blend.
The meaning of life is...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 6:49pm
30th Nov 2011 6:49pm
To Depression and Schizophrenia
You are a demon who enrages me; who keeps me down and often cages me.
You keep me afraid of society; but, hopefully, I can achieve a bit of notoriety.
With you in my life, I often feel alone; though I have my kitties and my man to bone.
You've held me back from succeeding; you've kept me self-abused and bleeding.
You have held me down from flying; so, before, I have felt like dying.
You have caused me much confusion; and to be in a constant state of delusion.
But, you have helped me find my soulmate; away from a man who would constantly masturbate.
You have kept...
You keep me afraid of society; but, hopefully, I can achieve a bit of notoriety.
With you in my life, I often feel alone; though I have my kitties and my man to bone.
You've held me back from succeeding; you've kept me self-abused and bleeding.
You have held me down from flying; so, before, I have felt like dying.
You have caused me much confusion; and to be in a constant state of delusion.
But, you have helped me find my soulmate; away from a man who would constantly masturbate.
You have kept...
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 3:00pm
30th Nov 2011 3:00pm
Where is the Anger ?
Where is the anger in my soul?;
It is with my man for always needing to smoke a bowl.
He is quite an avid pothead;
And, when he is high, I do not want sex from his deadhead.
He zones out on the computer, and on a neighbor's TV;
It is difficult as hell for him to give his attention to me.
To him, he is having fun;
To me, of him, I want none.
But, to his credit he doesn't like me, either, when I'm drunk;
For, many times, I've treated him like a nasty skumk.
Because, all he wants to do with his life is video games, play;
Video games are for...
It is with my man for always needing to smoke a bowl.
He is quite an avid pothead;
And, when he is high, I do not want sex from his deadhead.
He zones out on the computer, and on a neighbor's TV;
It is difficult as hell for him to give his attention to me.
To him, he is having fun;
To me, of him, I want none.
But, to his credit he doesn't like me, either, when I'm drunk;
For, many times, I've treated him like a nasty skumk.
Because, all he wants to do with his life is video games, play;
Video games are for...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 7:45am
30th Nov 2011 7:45am
Free Poetry
People really shouldn't write on poetry sites for free;
For, we could all use some more fucking money.
For being creative, we should get paid;
For writing heart-melting words, we should get laid.
Where is the glory in writing on a free website;
With many others who, for free, write?
How many of us are artists starving;
With no turkey on Thanksgiving to be carving?
What do you people do for money?;
For, writing on this website won't do it for you, honey.
Your masturbating doesn't create anything but sperm;
And many-a-nasty germ.
How do...
For, we could all use some more fucking money.
For being creative, we should get paid;
For writing heart-melting words, we should get laid.
Where is the glory in writing on a free website;
With many others who, for free, write?
How many of us are artists starving;
With no turkey on Thanksgiving to be carving?
What do you people do for money?;
For, writing on this website won't do it for you, honey.
Your masturbating doesn't create anything but sperm;
And many-a-nasty germ.
How do...
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