Submissions by maldoror
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i dont really like the word 'poetry' - i try to express my feelings rather than my thoughts. my scribbles are like muted screams and desperate whispers.
lust dust
I love the way
She plays my piano
Like the keys are made of breath
Her fingertips
Are dancing feathers
Dusting an equilibrant mélange
Of ivory tones and black resonances
Into little eddies of convulsion
And mayhem
Which collide and echo
As marvels of eroticized splashes
Of rapid illumination
And incandescent dappled shades
Of ineffable harmony
My frustration is nebulous
That much is obvious
My impotent lust for masturbation
Has no outlet: unless?
At first it starts with a crude...
She plays my piano
Like the keys are made of breath
Her fingertips
Are dancing feathers
Dusting an equilibrant mélange
Of ivory tones and black resonances
Into little eddies of convulsion
And mayhem
Which collide and echo
As marvels of eroticized splashes
Of rapid illumination
And incandescent dappled shades
Of ineffable harmony
My frustration is nebulous
That much is obvious
My impotent lust for masturbation
Has no outlet: unless?
At first it starts with a crude...
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Secret Desire.
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i love you to tears
All my life you know
I realized it one day
All those kisses I saw in dreams
And missed so much
Were your kisses
I love you to tears
I love your skin
My nipples feel erected and aching
When I touch them
Thinking of you
And I just feel my legs stressed
Your tongue is so special
That even a thought of it
Makes them erect and hard (my nipples)
I miss you!
I want to hear your hot breath in my ear
I love the weight of your body on me
I love this feeling:
When I imagine you crawling to my bed
And...
I realized it one day
All those kisses I saw in dreams
And missed so much
Were your kisses
I love you to tears
I love your skin
My nipples feel erected and aching
When I touch them
Thinking of you
And I just feel my legs stressed
Your tongue is so special
That even a thought of it
Makes them erect and hard (my nipples)
I miss you!
I want to hear your hot breath in my ear
I love the weight of your body on me
I love this feeling:
When I imagine you crawling to my bed
And...
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2 Comments
tipex and blood
When will I see you
To speak to
To stroke and to touch
Like a little pussycat
Or a dewdrop on broken glass
To touch your wounds and your wonder
Like jesus and mary magdalen
To plunder your depths
To pluck on your breasts
Like in the song of songs
To taste your mouth’s nectar
Put my hand down your pants
And fumble for change
When will I know you
In the biblical sense
In the physical sense
In the realized fantasy sense
In the taste, the aroma
Look, Listen, Feel,
Kind of senual sensation sort of sense?
...
To speak to
To stroke and to touch
Like a little pussycat
Or a dewdrop on broken glass
To touch your wounds and your wonder
Like jesus and mary magdalen
To plunder your depths
To pluck on your breasts
Like in the song of songs
To taste your mouth’s nectar
Put my hand down your pants
And fumble for change
When will I know you
In the biblical sense
In the physical sense
In the realized fantasy sense
In the taste, the aroma
Look, Listen, Feel,
Kind of senual sensation sort of sense?
...
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