Submissions by katydidnot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I did not
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 5:10pm
4th Apr 2020 5:10pm
Pow of Sugg
You bound my mind
with its desire to bind
with impressions
of hands
and
naughty knot notions
seemingly there
you’re sweeping my hair
brushing that squirrel
in circular motions
where it ponders and curls
in throaty soft swirls
and your breath
in my ear
steady
I’m here
and cloudily
clear
your
digits whisk
my...
with its desire to bind
with impressions
of hands
and
naughty knot notions
seemingly there
you’re sweeping my hair
brushing that squirrel
in circular motions
where it ponders and curls
in throaty soft swirls
and your breath
in my ear
steady
I’m here
and cloudily
clear
your
digits whisk
my...
#mystery
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Oct 2019 3:24pm
17th Oct 2019 3:24pm
un no in
come to me
without presumptions
of labia flaps
and recordings
of fallopian trumpet solos
I have assumptions too
of ways the small
of your back flares
as it intersects your hips
and little bridles of frenulum
we are not dolls
staring into dominance
but submit
to the unknown agenda
of unwritten scripts
and parts unfolded
by the tools of private thought
become unsprung
and solved at once
given over
to a second
set of hands
without presumptions
of labia flaps
and recordings
of fallopian trumpet solos
I have assumptions too
of ways the small
of your back flares
as it intersects your hips
and little bridles of frenulum
we are not dolls
staring into dominance
but submit
to the unknown agenda
of unwritten scripts
and parts unfolded
by the tools of private thought
become unsprung
and solved at once
given over
to a second
set of hands
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 1:35am
22nd Jun 2019 1:35am
H!R F1A 4
Eat this poem
swirl it on
your tongue
taste each letter
lick the soft bees
as they ease
with the jays
suckle the oh’s
the dots above eyes
trace the ears
of a see
with your knows
sigh a long mmmm
then suck on the ins
to sup and appease
with your moving
mouth’s crease
open your throat
and let the cues glide
and sip on the teas
now wanting a double
you
can tie up your whys
swirl it on
your tongue
taste each letter
lick the soft bees
as they ease
with the jays
suckle the oh’s
the dots above eyes
trace the ears
of a see
with your knows
sigh a long mmmm
then suck on the ins
to sup and appease
with your moving
mouth’s crease
open your throat
and let the cues glide
and sip on the teas
now wanting a double
you
can tie up your whys
670 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2019 9:36pm
7th Jun 2019 9:36pm
10wwD zHo0
a mad gazelle who
missed her fawn
a lie on blue
a hip hope gone
the polar bears
with brunt of sloth
a rind not served
is gored- will his
flaming go
with pen going
he can guard rue
in orange a tang-
o soft E-muse
you're elegant
missed her fawn
a lie on blue
a hip hope gone
the polar bears
with brunt of sloth
a rind not served
is gored- will his
flaming go
with pen going
he can guard rue
in orange a tang-
o soft E-muse
you're elegant
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th May 2019 1:37am
10th May 2019 1:37am
3 4 D
Rupert I said
you could use a scotch
remove your hat
and that brick with no straw
loosen your tie
refill your neck
I’ll dance while you watch
I’ll dance while you watch
Colin I coaxed
lie down over there
in the mangrove grove
on long sashes of moss
with a daffodil cloak
and a buttonhole mare
you can have what you want
you can have what you want
Albert I whispered
draw a line with my mind
in thick coming fancies
and kettles of arms
with bewitching persimmons ...
you could use a scotch
remove your hat
and that brick with no straw
loosen your tie
refill your neck
I’ll dance while you watch
I’ll dance while you watch
Colin I coaxed
lie down over there
in the mangrove grove
on long sashes of moss
with a daffodil cloak
and a buttonhole mare
you can have what you want
you can have what you want
Albert I whispered
draw a line with my mind
in thick coming fancies
and kettles of arms
with bewitching persimmons ...
823 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2019 4:17am
6th May 2019 4:17am
We
morning’s bus with its window of heads
torn and split from their beds of coughed
desire
faces kicked with sheets of city streets
I take you with me under in my stockings
walking in my heels my slip my bra
I am no single excuse
one of the bunched needles
lost in the straw with bodies such as I
kept in the chapped flaw of days
hiding beneath the sky ...
torn and split from their beds of coughed
desire
faces kicked with sheets of city streets
I take you with me under in my stockings
walking in my heels my slip my bra
I am no single excuse
one of the bunched needles
lost in the straw with bodies such as I
kept in the chapped flaw of days
hiding beneath the sky ...
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