Submissions by looloolookie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
West Coast living, ocean breathing, student of everything.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 4:37am
9th Apr 2015 4:37am
Ode to Basia Bulat
Unassuming sweet Canadian girl
Mother raised with Grandmother's love
From a wee land, Ontario bred
A voice
Power folk depths
Dolly Parton trill
She'll pull out your roots rock
Her Tall Tall Shadow
Looming in your space
As you slip on the headphones
Get wrapped up
In her song's embrace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnbE1IBCGQ8
Mother raised with Grandmother's love
From a wee land, Ontario bred
A voice
Power folk depths
Dolly Parton trill
She'll pull out your roots rock
Her Tall Tall Shadow
Looming in your space
As you slip on the headphones
Get wrapped up
In her song's embrace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnbE1IBCGQ8
620 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 4:43am
4th Apr 2015 4:43am
Give
The next step
Will not be taken lightly.
There is a purpose, meaning
To what will happen here.
Understand..
You will never own me,
You will never hold my destiny,
Or steer my ship.
But..
You can use me, lust me
Fuck me.
You must take care
Of this body.
It will hold you
In a grip, so tight
Your body may leave,
But your soul will stay.
These hips will sway
To your rhythm,
Sink onto your lap
Engulfing, every inch of
You.
Tracing your lips,
Feather light brushes,
This mouth...
Will not be taken lightly.
There is a purpose, meaning
To what will happen here.
Understand..
You will never own me,
You will never hold my destiny,
Or steer my ship.
But..
You can use me, lust me
Fuck me.
You must take care
Of this body.
It will hold you
In a grip, so tight
Your body may leave,
But your soul will stay.
These hips will sway
To your rhythm,
Sink onto your lap
Engulfing, every inch of
You.
Tracing your lips,
Feather light brushes,
This mouth...
928 reads
15 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 2:23am
29th Mar 2015 2:23am
Alley Cat
Lay still', whispered close,
A jolt shoots through,
Your presence, in my room
wasn't known.
Like an alley cat,
You slipped through
A crack,
In the thin wall.
Barely breathing, I do as I'm told.
Prose on my belly,
Your weight sinks
The bed.
Invisible hands tug at
Sheets sliding down
Electric skin, revealing
All that is bare.
Breath scintillates my neck
Before your lips land,
Each kiss trails south
Followed by a hungry lick.
Licking and kissing,
Equal in turn, senses
My hips...
A jolt shoots through,
Your presence, in my room
wasn't known.
Like an alley cat,
You slipped through
A crack,
In the thin wall.
Barely breathing, I do as I'm told.
Prose on my belly,
Your weight sinks
The bed.
Invisible hands tug at
Sheets sliding down
Electric skin, revealing
All that is bare.
Breath scintillates my neck
Before your lips land,
Each kiss trails south
Followed by a hungry lick.
Licking and kissing,
Equal in turn, senses
My hips...
846 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 5:56am
27th Mar 2015 5:56am
Lit
This fire won't leave,
Burning, turning me.
It's lit all day
Long.
In between dreaming
A cool tongue, douses,
Lending swollen love
Relief.
A cucumber cock
Of healing abilities.
Aloe hands that quickly
Quell.
I beg of you lover,
Take this flame down
To it's ember spirit
Knees.
Burning, turning me.
It's lit all day
Long.
In between dreaming
A cool tongue, douses,
Lending swollen love
Relief.
A cucumber cock
Of healing abilities.
Aloe hands that quickly
Quell.
I beg of you lover,
Take this flame down
To it's ember spirit
Knees.
1075 reads
22 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2015 9:27pm
22nd Mar 2015 9:27pm
The First Time
Or what I thought was my first time. 16 years old, in love with a 21 year old bass player who loved my tits and the little virgin he got to explore. Even though I obsessed over him, I would always stop his hand from moving from my chest to my special spot. A spot NO ONE was allowed to touch.
This was getting old for him, he said as much, and I wanted to please him.
One night after a gig, we ended up at his parents. Why a 21 year old was living at his parents still, oh yeah, he was a musician.
I drank a lot that night. I was wearing the lacy panties and matching bra my mother...
This was getting old for him, he said as much, and I wanted to please him.
One night after a gig, we ended up at his parents. Why a 21 year old was living at his parents still, oh yeah, he was a musician.
I drank a lot that night. I was wearing the lacy panties and matching bra my mother...
757 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 6:11pm
22nd Mar 2015 6:11pm
Hold
Don't expect you to hold
A place for me.
In and out of your life
Memories mixing.
I'm always escaping,
Commitment, stationary
Positions, avoiding
Signing up for committees.
There is a place for you
Close to that thing,
That keeps me upright.
No escaping that.
A place for me.
In and out of your life
Memories mixing.
I'm always escaping,
Commitment, stationary
Positions, avoiding
Signing up for committees.
There is a place for you
Close to that thing,
That keeps me upright.
No escaping that.
849 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 3:31am
20th Mar 2015 3:31am
Present Fantasy 2
You are so close,
Three hands away.
Can you feel this?
Heat stroked.
You're eyes haven't left
My chest, raises to
Your attention.
Two hands away now.
The crowd is invisible,
Only you, reeling
Me in, tractor beaming,
This body.
One hand, felt
Through this thin cotton skirt.
Your skill flushes my face,
Our mirrors reflect our lust.
The beat grows harder,
Like you, under there.
My hand tries,
Pushed away.
...
Three hands away.
Can you feel this?
Heat stroked.
You're eyes haven't left
My chest, raises to
Your attention.
Two hands away now.
The crowd is invisible,
Only you, reeling
Me in, tractor beaming,
This body.
One hand, felt
Through this thin cotton skirt.
Your skill flushes my face,
Our mirrors reflect our lust.
The beat grows harder,
Like you, under there.
My hand tries,
Pushed away.
...
1062 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 5:58am
18th Mar 2015 5:58am
March 17
Was supposed to be
Some kind of ticker tape parade.
Flash of green in the bucket.
These Irish eyes smiled on you,
Your red beard
Smeared in Guinness foam,
Made them look away.
A staunch attitude
Fueled by your stubborn lineage
Wouldn't let me move on,
To the blonde in the flat cap.
Pushing through, this Tuesday crowd,
I watched you knock over
Two chairs, a table and
An elderly gent.
Despite my dread of your
Inevitable mark,
I laughed at the comedic timing
Of your big footed ballerina dance.
...
Some kind of ticker tape parade.
Flash of green in the bucket.
These Irish eyes smiled on you,
Your red beard
Smeared in Guinness foam,
Made them look away.
A staunch attitude
Fueled by your stubborn lineage
Wouldn't let me move on,
To the blonde in the flat cap.
Pushing through, this Tuesday crowd,
I watched you knock over
Two chairs, a table and
An elderly gent.
Despite my dread of your
Inevitable mark,
I laughed at the comedic timing
Of your big footed ballerina dance.
...
762 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 3:19am
17th Mar 2015 3:19am
Submit
The desire lives in me
To submit,
Fully.
Everything, yours.
Nothing is done,
Without your
Permission.
All I do,
Would be for
You.
Then there's this thing...
My pesky will,
Taking over the
Room.
It's too strong,
My need to dominate
You.
It would be done,
In time, with a good
Fucking.
From behind.
To submit,
Fully.
Everything, yours.
Nothing is done,
Without your
Permission.
All I do,
Would be for
You.
Then there's this thing...
My pesky will,
Taking over the
Room.
It's too strong,
My need to dominate
You.
It would be done,
In time, with a good
Fucking.
From behind.
1094 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 1:37am
17th Mar 2015 1:37am
The Truth..As I Know It
I am a lover,
I will love your body.
I will love the smell
Of your favorite shirt,
Bury my face
In your messy sheets.
I will love your toothbrush
The way it sits discarded
On the bathroom counter.
I will love the books you read,
And the ones you don’t
Read.
I will show you affection,
Like you've always craved.
Occupy the space,
Where your loneliness sits.
I will be your lover,
Give you my body whole.
In return,
Give me your loving mouth,
Your warm wet tongue.
Push and grind into me,
Pull my hair,...
I will love your body.
I will love the smell
Of your favorite shirt,
Bury my face
In your messy sheets.
I will love your toothbrush
The way it sits discarded
On the bathroom counter.
I will love the books you read,
And the ones you don’t
Read.
I will show you affection,
Like you've always craved.
Occupy the space,
Where your loneliness sits.
I will be your lover,
Give you my body whole.
In return,
Give me your loving mouth,
Your warm wet tongue.
Push and grind into me,
Pull my hair,...
1020 reads
15 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 5:35am
12th Mar 2015 5:35am
The Resurrection - Written with Slowgasm
An erotic adventure of epic proportions, written in understanding of each other's cadence and prose. We hope you have as much fun reading as we had writing it!
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Her metal beast, her rolling feet
Halted fast under the blackened sky
On this country road, a cough and groan
A cabin ahead, she prayed for a phone.
He had just sat down by the fire
Wine and book all set
When he heard a knock at the front door
There she stood all dripping wet.
With shivering shoulders, she stared at the man
Messy hair and five o'clock face ...
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Her metal beast, her rolling feet
Halted fast under the blackened sky
On this country road, a cough and groan
A cabin ahead, she prayed for a phone.
He had just sat down by the fire
Wine and book all set
When he heard a knock at the front door
There she stood all dripping wet.
With shivering shoulders, she stared at the man
Messy hair and five o'clock face ...
987 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 11:18pm
8th Mar 2015 11:18pm
At The Memorial
I saw you,
For the first time,today
In 5 years.
Everyone was there
In celebration of a man
Who made it to a 100 years.
Your parents were there
Your nephew, who once called me Auntie
Now, reserved for you wife.
The bagpipes played
And they always get to me,
But after the song
I couldn't stop them
From rolling down my cheeks
Couldn't stop,
The torrential flow
Of what it used to be.
How I still had love for you,
The uncomfortable air of your sweet Mother,
Who thought me daughter and...
For the first time,today
In 5 years.
Everyone was there
In celebration of a man
Who made it to a 100 years.
Your parents were there
Your nephew, who once called me Auntie
Now, reserved for you wife.
The bagpipes played
And they always get to me,
But after the song
I couldn't stop them
From rolling down my cheeks
Couldn't stop,
The torrential flow
Of what it used to be.
How I still had love for you,
The uncomfortable air of your sweet Mother,
Who thought me daughter and...
752 reads
11 Comments
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