Submissions by looloolookie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
West Coast living, ocean breathing, student of everything.
Strange
How it all becomes..
Nothing.
Sweet lament becomes..
Nothing.
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Then, the cat
Walks on my keyboard.
Right. Got it. Fuck it.
Thanks kitty.
Nothing.
Sweet lament becomes..
Nothing.
============uyyyyyyyywwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww5555556
Then, the cat
Walks on my keyboard.
Right. Got it. Fuck it.
Thanks kitty.
768 reads
7 Comments
Killing Myself
From NPR's Tiny Desk Concerts
To Songza's Indie Folk, Indie In-Vogue, Indie Pool Party and
Rich Girl Pop
Leads to
Youtube inquiries
For hours
And hours.
I am
Killing
Myself
With
Music.....
A welcome distraction.
To Songza's Indie Folk, Indie In-Vogue, Indie Pool Party and
Rich Girl Pop
Leads to
Youtube inquiries
For hours
And hours.
I am
Killing
Myself
With
Music.....
A welcome distraction.
675 reads
9 Comments
Present Fantasy 3
Easing from my slumber
I've forgotten about you,
Beside me.
Your breath on my neck,
Brings flashes of
Tangled limbs,
Mouths locked,
Sweat soaked sheets.
Riding on lustful deeds,
I want you again.
Morning light, softness of skin
Your body, unaware
My movements, slight
Stretching out on my stomach,
Turning my head,
To look at you.
Take in, long lashes
Rising, adjusting.
Then you,
Take me in.
We stay like that,
A moment or two,
Holding it.
Smirking.
You dilate, I know.
Moving my...
I've forgotten about you,
Beside me.
Your breath on my neck,
Brings flashes of
Tangled limbs,
Mouths locked,
Sweat soaked sheets.
Riding on lustful deeds,
I want you again.
Morning light, softness of skin
Your body, unaware
My movements, slight
Stretching out on my stomach,
Turning my head,
To look at you.
Take in, long lashes
Rising, adjusting.
Then you,
Take me in.
We stay like that,
A moment or two,
Holding it.
Smirking.
You dilate, I know.
Moving my...
952 reads
10 Comments
A Stranger I Know
Distance, an ache today.
Longing,
An invisible thing
Clamps onto the beat
In my chest, works harder
Caging it there
To suffer, to wait.
Pain in my head
As the pressure builds.
Words stuck in my throat
In my pen, instead
My eyes speak
The language, water flowing
Rolling down
All is pushed through them.
With one look,
You would understand.
I need to fold into
The safety of unconditional love.
Disappear under blanket hugs,
Fingers to delicately push
The hair behind my ears,
Brushing my cheek,...
Longing,
An invisible thing
Clamps onto the beat
In my chest, works harder
Caging it there
To suffer, to wait.
Pain in my head
As the pressure builds.
Words stuck in my throat
In my pen, instead
My eyes speak
The language, water flowing
Rolling down
All is pushed through them.
With one look,
You would understand.
I need to fold into
The safety of unconditional love.
Disappear under blanket hugs,
Fingers to delicately push
The hair behind my ears,
Brushing my cheek,...
806 reads
13 Comments
Bridgette
Heart heavy,
Cancer did
What it does.
The battle over,
No more pain.
Free to fly
With the God
You loved.
I'll think of you
Sailing through,
Laughing
Like thunder.
Leaving,
The Love
The support
The beauty
You gave us all.
Goodbye friend.
Cancer did
What it does.
The battle over,
No more pain.
Free to fly
With the God
You loved.
I'll think of you
Sailing through,
Laughing
Like thunder.
Leaving,
The Love
The support
The beauty
You gave us all.
Goodbye friend.
590 reads
Too Young, Or Not
2 am message alert
'When are we going to meet?'
My tequila fueled brain
Responds,
'Right now.'
A mill worker, like his father
And his father before him.
Pleasantly surprised, handsome
Tall, broad shouldered
Dirty blonde hair
A mess, barely see his
Blue eyes, for
Dilated pupils.
I've avoided this one,
25 is too young,
Feeling like a
Cougar, yet
Unable to resist
His persistence from
A drawn out dry spell.
We sit, talk
His age falls away.
He talks,
I think about his cock.
He talks,...
'When are we going to meet?'
My tequila fueled brain
Responds,
'Right now.'
A mill worker, like his father
And his father before him.
Pleasantly surprised, handsome
Tall, broad shouldered
Dirty blonde hair
A mess, barely see his
Blue eyes, for
Dilated pupils.
I've avoided this one,
25 is too young,
Feeling like a
Cougar, yet
Unable to resist
His persistence from
A drawn out dry spell.
We sit, talk
His age falls away.
He talks,
I think about his cock.
He talks,...
833 reads
8 Comments
Work Day
Will you..
Let me have you
Here,
On the floor
By the front door.
You're dressed so nice
For another day
At the office.
Let me untuck
That crisp shirt.
Put my hands
On your skin,
Run my nails
Up your chest
Down your back.
Let me unbutton
Those work pants
Pull them down,
Land on my knees
To stroke you
With my mouth
Please?
Will you..
Let me suck
Your length
To full attention,
Receive this pleasure
Understand
My full intention.
Let me rise up,
Turn and bend...
Let me have you
Here,
On the floor
By the front door.
You're dressed so nice
For another day
At the office.
Let me untuck
That crisp shirt.
Put my hands
On your skin,
Run my nails
Up your chest
Down your back.
Let me unbutton
Those work pants
Pull them down,
Land on my knees
To stroke you
With my mouth
Please?
Will you..
Let me suck
Your length
To full attention,
Receive this pleasure
Understand
My full intention.
Let me rise up,
Turn and bend...
1084 reads
16 Comments
Reaching
For my friend.
He sits in a desert,
Arid land air
Filling lungs.
Each heavy pull
Constricts.
The anvil of despair,
Crushing.
Taking him, out
Of his mind.
A western wind
Carries cool touch,
Ocean whispers.
Caressing his soul,
Quickening his fire.
Bringing him back,
Back
Back
Back home.
He sits in a desert,
Arid land air
Filling lungs.
Each heavy pull
Constricts.
The anvil of despair,
Crushing.
Taking him, out
Of his mind.
A western wind
Carries cool touch,
Ocean whispers.
Caressing his soul,
Quickening his fire.
Bringing him back,
Back
Back
Back home.
742 reads
8 Comments
Time
Eeking by..
Slip streaming
Thoughts, the days
Are minions
Holding space.
Voided and stamped,
Each one, into the next.
Living in moments,
No longer moments,
Past moments,
Filling space.
Smiles and babies,
Growing and fading.
Held them as infants
Now taller than me,
With attitudes to show
I don't know
Shit.
Is it time,
Stop being a gypsy,
Stop living in moments,
Go to an ashram,
Become celibate,
Save the children?
Bottle up this 40 something-ness and
Stop...
Slip streaming
Thoughts, the days
Are minions
Holding space.
Voided and stamped,
Each one, into the next.
Living in moments,
No longer moments,
Past moments,
Filling space.
Smiles and babies,
Growing and fading.
Held them as infants
Now taller than me,
With attitudes to show
I don't know
Shit.
Is it time,
Stop being a gypsy,
Stop living in moments,
Go to an ashram,
Become celibate,
Save the children?
Bottle up this 40 something-ness and
Stop...
682 reads
6 Comments
Release You, Me
Make a space
For your body
In this room
I'll confess
Dreams of blushing kind
Desires shredding
Common sense.
Pin me against it.
Do not be gentle
Tear them off
Hungrily, mute my moans
with a searching tongue.
Drink me,
Fuck me,
With fingers
Plunging, deep
Pumping hard
Feel me quake
And shake and shake
And shudder, gush.
Release me
To my knees,
Alter worshiping
Breathing hard, heart
Still thumping,
Swallowing whole
Massaging my throat
Handful of hair
Gaze forced up.
You...
For your body
In this room
I'll confess
Dreams of blushing kind
Desires shredding
Common sense.
Pin me against it.
Do not be gentle
Tear them off
Hungrily, mute my moans
with a searching tongue.
Drink me,
Fuck me,
With fingers
Plunging, deep
Pumping hard
Feel me quake
And shake and shake
And shudder, gush.
Release me
To my knees,
Alter worshiping
Breathing hard, heart
Still thumping,
Swallowing whole
Massaging my throat
Handful of hair
Gaze forced up.
You...
1219 reads
20 Comments
Mountain Man
Always welcome,
Five o'clock scratchy
Kiss.
Always wanted,
Calloused hands
Caress.
Always needed,
Thickly veined arms
Pull.
Always lusted,
Brawny backside
Push.
Always accepted,
Brilliant mind
Fuck.
Five o'clock scratchy
Kiss.
Always wanted,
Calloused hands
Caress.
Always needed,
Thickly veined arms
Pull.
Always lusted,
Brawny backside
Push.
Always accepted,
Brilliant mind
Fuck.
1033 reads
15 Comments
Stalker
You don't have a clue
How I've followed you.
Inhaled your depths
Your giving soul, wizard words
Scratched on paper
For everyone, for me.
This obsession rides on emotion
Fueling, stoking, driving
Erupting sensual lust.
This is you, all of you.
You've spread me
Open, with a swing
Of that pen.
You've fingered
Licked and sucked
Me.
You've shown tenderness
When I'm good.
And schooled me,
Rough like,
When I'm not.
You are hopeful,
But really unaware
Of the heat your mind brings
To...
How I've followed you.
Inhaled your depths
Your giving soul, wizard words
Scratched on paper
For everyone, for me.
This obsession rides on emotion
Fueling, stoking, driving
Erupting sensual lust.
This is you, all of you.
You've spread me
Open, with a swing
Of that pen.
You've fingered
Licked and sucked
Me.
You've shown tenderness
When I'm good.
And schooled me,
Rough like,
When I'm not.
You are hopeful,
But really unaware
Of the heat your mind brings
To...
1287 reads
21 Comments
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