Submissions by neuroticthrillers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Nov 2016 7:22pm
23rd Nov 2016 7:22pm
The ballerina (erotica)
She danced all night and slept all day, her thighs were muscular, but with a streamlined athletic quality, her rock solid, strong quadriceps connected all the way down to her gastrocnemius, the lateral head and medical head individually exposed, taught and well defined, her tough muscle fibres were sinewy along a stretch of thin skin, it was a fabulous display, obviously built by her ballet and rigorous legs and calves work outs, but she also had a habit of walking on her tip toes around the house, as i leaf through my catalogued memory, her movement was deft and her alacrity was second to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2016 4:20pm
22nd Nov 2016 4:20pm
The flame of burnt brandi
The sun become a giant hot pearl
dipped in milk-honey drizzle
she omitted an nymphic echo
what was moist and soft.. delicate
she smelt of vanilla, raspberry
and a bouquet of jungle flowers
she wore drunk-tank pink underwear
a delinquent nymphet
burning ores of cobalt in a furnace
she sat down with her legs up against her chest
kness together, with her skirt hitched up
I could see her panties
and the plump outline of her pussy lips bulging through
pinky flesh exposed next to the hem of her underwear
I could tell she...
dipped in milk-honey drizzle
she omitted an nymphic echo
what was moist and soft.. delicate
she smelt of vanilla, raspberry
and a bouquet of jungle flowers
she wore drunk-tank pink underwear
a delinquent nymphet
burning ores of cobalt in a furnace
she sat down with her legs up against her chest
kness together, with her skirt hitched up
I could see her panties
and the plump outline of her pussy lips bulging through
pinky flesh exposed next to the hem of her underwear
I could tell she...
830 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 4:36am
20th Nov 2016 4:36am
The man in the clouds
I'm on a cloud, and I can never come down,
I can be the sea, I can be the wind,
It's been sometime, since I have cracked that lock, but now the rainbow is spilling out the box
I saw Angel, she gave me her wings,
I've seen God and he invited me in,
I'm on heavens path, between rows of white blossom trees
There is a clear blue sky
And the higher I climb
The more my soul blooms on the inside
Wall to wall blooms
Still higher I climb and clouds are at my feet
There is a gold rush in my veins and there is beauty in...
I can be the sea, I can be the wind,
It's been sometime, since I have cracked that lock, but now the rainbow is spilling out the box
I saw Angel, she gave me her wings,
I've seen God and he invited me in,
I'm on heavens path, between rows of white blossom trees
There is a clear blue sky
And the higher I climb
The more my soul blooms on the inside
Wall to wall blooms
Still higher I climb and clouds are at my feet
There is a gold rush in my veins and there is beauty in...
745 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 2:08am
20th Nov 2016 2:08am
Cleopatras lotus flower
She's tip toeing on the cold terracotta tiles with nothing on,
My mind is in a hot poison bubble ready to pop my neurotoxins
The tenderness and slender of her body,
I've stripped her naked now she's no longer my queen of the night, mascara running like cracks of lightening down her cheekbone, pussy all creamy and smouldering hot,
Her Lips take me on a uncharted exploration, she can kiss like a slut, she can have the kiss of lover, but her warmth is something of forever more
Sex is like brail, transmitting tiny touches, receptive against...
My mind is in a hot poison bubble ready to pop my neurotoxins
The tenderness and slender of her body,
I've stripped her naked now she's no longer my queen of the night, mascara running like cracks of lightening down her cheekbone, pussy all creamy and smouldering hot,
Her Lips take me on a uncharted exploration, she can kiss like a slut, she can have the kiss of lover, but her warmth is something of forever more
Sex is like brail, transmitting tiny touches, receptive against...
849 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Nov 2016 1:57pm
17th Nov 2016 1:57pm
Blood-heat
A whirlwind of saffron hair and her brooding temper darkening, the lantern lit the room a maze of shadows and reflections,
His cock ached and throbbed like a giant knot what needed to be stroked out
Her moans was a racket of echo, reverberating through the plaza, bodies dismountaled, shadows shape shifting karmasutra
her wet panties gave way, soak through with her juice, now see-through, showing a thin line of pubic hair like black frost on a perfect mound, her g-string nicely tucked up her ass, what's hypnotic sway of its own voluptuous weight
she bent over...
His cock ached and throbbed like a giant knot what needed to be stroked out
Her moans was a racket of echo, reverberating through the plaza, bodies dismountaled, shadows shape shifting karmasutra
her wet panties gave way, soak through with her juice, now see-through, showing a thin line of pubic hair like black frost on a perfect mound, her g-string nicely tucked up her ass, what's hypnotic sway of its own voluptuous weight
she bent over...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 7:42pm
16th Nov 2016 7:42pm
The voyeur
With her back against the wall she was slowly strumming herself,
Her legs began to give way and she slid down the wall with her legs spread,
Her fingers was wet and moist, glistening in the afternoon sun,
With her blinds slightly open she could see someone,
A man with a sharp tan with his cock in hand in the back garden, pumping away at this free site,
She didn't even quiver she just went harder, she was now gushing nectar, sweet and sticky with a gold amber consistency, with just a baggy t shirt on covering her large firm breasts, she took a taste of her own juice...
Her legs began to give way and she slid down the wall with her legs spread,
Her fingers was wet and moist, glistening in the afternoon sun,
With her blinds slightly open she could see someone,
A man with a sharp tan with his cock in hand in the back garden, pumping away at this free site,
She didn't even quiver she just went harder, she was now gushing nectar, sweet and sticky with a gold amber consistency, with just a baggy t shirt on covering her large firm breasts, she took a taste of her own juice...
1085 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 8:48am
16th Nov 2016 8:48am
Wearing nothing but stilettos
You slowly helped me off with my clothes
We looked at each Other and both of us know
That it's gonna be a night of fucking you in just your stilettos
Tonight we can be anything we want to be
You can be that slutty nurse and i will be fucking James Dean
First things first you've got to get the mind to work and
Rule number uno you gotta let her know
That she is the most beautiful being that have ever have glowed
I held in my fingers like a royal flush
Something in my eyes I couldn't Deny was Something smug
It's...
We looked at each Other and both of us know
That it's gonna be a night of fucking you in just your stilettos
Tonight we can be anything we want to be
You can be that slutty nurse and i will be fucking James Dean
First things first you've got to get the mind to work and
Rule number uno you gotta let her know
That she is the most beautiful being that have ever have glowed
I held in my fingers like a royal flush
Something in my eyes I couldn't Deny was Something smug
It's...
643 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 5:38am
16th Nov 2016 5:38am
Junk of the soul
I'm not alive
If I'm not writing verse or rhyme
I'm not happy
Unless I'm fracturing my mind
It's a dangerous game
I'm not seeking fortune or fame
Just wanna get rid of the junk of the soul
The more I write the more I feel whole
To get it down on paper, do a few lines followed by a few chasers
It's a dangerous game that I play
Just a chain smoker destined to go insane
Something must been wired wrong in my brain
Bipolar, depressive, anxiety, they can't medicate
My heart bleeds at a sunrise
My soul...
If I'm not writing verse or rhyme
I'm not happy
Unless I'm fracturing my mind
It's a dangerous game
I'm not seeking fortune or fame
Just wanna get rid of the junk of the soul
The more I write the more I feel whole
To get it down on paper, do a few lines followed by a few chasers
It's a dangerous game that I play
Just a chain smoker destined to go insane
Something must been wired wrong in my brain
Bipolar, depressive, anxiety, they can't medicate
My heart bleeds at a sunrise
My soul...
632 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2016 6:33am
12th Nov 2016 6:33am
Death seduces us all
A crucifix slotted in the hem of her suspenders, a strings of icey rosary beads lay in the valley of her bosom, fangs of icicles shine like crystal, the grim reapers death rose tucked inside of a merlot corset, embroided with the the devils thread, a creatures of the dead, trespasser of the soul, his shadow is a cocoon of a silken chamber, embalmed in a straitjacket from the asylum of pain, she sleeps in the shadow of a tombstone, the cries, the bellows, sorrow is a raven, fluttering on the crest of a flame from the bowels of hell, no biting before midnight chimes, as black as a widows gown,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Nov 2016 2:47am
12th Nov 2016 2:47am
Eternal springs acid trip
As we roamed the woods, under a hard crystalline marble moon, scarlet webs of light lay prone, like trip wire set for detonation, we strode carefully, because the shores of earth was transformed into a ultraviolet surf, lapping fluorescent shadows against beached pellucid jelly fish, that lay discarded upon the forest floor, where we knelt, our Elizabethan garments whistled in the wind, tarnished by the nooks of grave stones, they hung impenetrably and wove around confused, like a coffee break riddle upon our scarecrow bodies, our spines coiled against back drops of lysergic acid bread...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 9:19pm
11th Nov 2016 9:19pm
Leather, horror and erotica
It was between dusk and dawn
in-between slates of darkness and light
there she walked into the room
made spring shed a tear and the wilting flowers bloom
It was a silly mistake as I picked up the pace
lips covered in sugar from a sticky strawberry lace
outside the clouds gathered as she fluttered her eyelids
the lightening struck as she pursed her lips
then it started to rain when I was locked and stocked in her gaze
It was like.. muttering words in my sleep, when I had something to say it just escaped me
her Dr Martin boots was...
in-between slates of darkness and light
there she walked into the room
made spring shed a tear and the wilting flowers bloom
It was a silly mistake as I picked up the pace
lips covered in sugar from a sticky strawberry lace
outside the clouds gathered as she fluttered her eyelids
the lightening struck as she pursed her lips
then it started to rain when I was locked and stocked in her gaze
It was like.. muttering words in my sleep, when I had something to say it just escaped me
her Dr Martin boots was...
805 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 7:10am
8th Nov 2016 7:10am
Left for dead
Bow waves of agony
knocked up on the shores Peru
found the tapered lines of heaven
chasing the mirage of you
my love is empty, my soul is cold
I've been left for dead inside my head
now all I have left is the stories to be told
my heart is frail, my patience is tiring old
sunk into apathy
my blood is sticking like glue
its been three days since I've slept
my minds hoping these drugs will soothe
try to contain some dignity mate
our band of brother is writhing old
try to have a little fun mate
forget about the lies you...
knocked up on the shores Peru
found the tapered lines of heaven
chasing the mirage of you
my love is empty, my soul is cold
I've been left for dead inside my head
now all I have left is the stories to be told
my heart is frail, my patience is tiring old
sunk into apathy
my blood is sticking like glue
its been three days since I've slept
my minds hoping these drugs will soothe
try to contain some dignity mate
our band of brother is writhing old
try to have a little fun mate
forget about the lies you...
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