Submissions by poetrician
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write to sort realities and for sapiosexual purposes.
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th May 2019 3:38pm
28th May 2019 3:38pm
you are my porn
#erotic
#BDSM
817 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th May 2019 9:24pm
18th May 2019 9:24pm
let me have your way
#erotic
#BDSM
733 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2019 10:49pm
12th May 2019 10:49pm
the true taste of drought
oh ye silence
where pitter patter’s ghost
stirs air as soft as space
where bedazzled ideas twist and fade
spawning armies of incarcerated wanton spermatozoa
yacking and hacking to the weak lost minds of their mindless canons
guided by the breath of shiny dimes in dark and dirty streets
just looking for a place to kneel and show their wears
oh ye pindrop
whose faintness continues to pale
to deafness
so blind and drained of humor
till eyes water from the absence of you
and then
the sloth like rhythm...
where pitter patter’s ghost
stirs air as soft as space
where bedazzled ideas twist and fade
spawning armies of incarcerated wanton spermatozoa
yacking and hacking to the weak lost minds of their mindless canons
guided by the breath of shiny dimes in dark and dirty streets
just looking for a place to kneel and show their wears
oh ye pindrop
whose faintness continues to pale
to deafness
so blind and drained of humor
till eyes water from the absence of you
and then
the sloth like rhythm...
#lust
#erotic
572 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2019 7:36pm
10th May 2019 7:36pm
quelling indecision
oh i'm torn
between crawling into a sullen abyss
curling up into a dark and filthy corner
or grabbing hold of the day
challenging tendons to learn their tear point
oh i could go either way
be happy as crustaceans escaping nets
and basking in the surplus from their school’s sudden absence
or sulking the day away
rubbing the muscle of mind till it is numb
and raw from overuse
what choices
what use of free will
to actually pick the electric charge of hormonal and chemical molecules
waiting to receive their...
between crawling into a sullen abyss
curling up into a dark and filthy corner
or grabbing hold of the day
challenging tendons to learn their tear point
oh i could go either way
be happy as crustaceans escaping nets
and basking in the surplus from their school’s sudden absence
or sulking the day away
rubbing the muscle of mind till it is numb
and raw from overuse
what choices
what use of free will
to actually pick the electric charge of hormonal and chemical molecules
waiting to receive their...
#confusion
473 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2019 10:03am
2nd Apr 2019 10:03am
in the tiniest of voices...
in the tiniest of voices
i moan
and traverse your curves
relegated to goonish episodes
which leads to another
and yet another
as desperation melts me to my knees before you
adoring your fire
ripping through my wispy self
in dark corners you keep me
as you dance upon the minds of others
watching and letting out carnivals of euphoric relief
while i
living on the charity of false hope
offered again and again
to jump from your plank ...
i moan
and traverse your curves
relegated to goonish episodes
which leads to another
and yet another
as desperation melts me to my knees before you
adoring your fire
ripping through my wispy self
in dark corners you keep me
as you dance upon the minds of others
watching and letting out carnivals of euphoric relief
while i
living on the charity of false hope
offered again and again
to jump from your plank ...
#lust
506 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2019 2:12pm
23rd Mar 2019 2:12pm
bake my ache
you know you are heroin
a euphoria-dressed succubus
out in the light of day
luring eyes into dark alleyways
im an addict you know
weak to nearly all your magic
my knees buckle with just the whiff of your thoughts
you breed chronic helplessness
and it is beautiful
invite me into your little cave
with tiny walls and sharp teeth
to keep me like prey
for your rainy days of woe
stretch me on your canvas
and bake my ache
just so that you can see
the braise of who you be
a euphoria-dressed succubus
out in the light of day
luring eyes into dark alleyways
im an addict you know
weak to nearly all your magic
my knees buckle with just the whiff of your thoughts
you breed chronic helplessness
and it is beautiful
invite me into your little cave
with tiny walls and sharp teeth
to keep me like prey
for your rainy days of woe
stretch me on your canvas
and bake my ache
just so that you can see
the braise of who you be
#lust
#BDSM
666 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Sep 2018 1:00pm
29th Sep 2018 1:00pm
hear her ROAR
can i make you glisten?
put words between your ears
that slide down your soft skin
pump out arteries down to your toes
and your moist button
may i lick you with my mind
as you audition eyes for signs of intrigue
in the flavor of your palate
while i hold my talisman
the surrogate you assigned me
to be my only company
to pour my love juice upon
emoting my pitiful desperation
soaking it with the energy of your willful deeds upon my me
crawling through word jungles you’ve left me
spilling my gasps like a rabid rabbit...
put words between your ears
that slide down your soft skin
pump out arteries down to your toes
and your moist button
may i lick you with my mind
as you audition eyes for signs of intrigue
in the flavor of your palate
while i hold my talisman
the surrogate you assigned me
to be my only company
to pour my love juice upon
emoting my pitiful desperation
soaking it with the energy of your willful deeds upon my me
crawling through word jungles you’ve left me
spilling my gasps like a rabid rabbit...
#lust
#erotic
#feminism
683 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 00:21am
26th Sep 2018 00:21am
the making of a sausage
i imagine it difficult to understand the delicacy
of the lowly position of an object
that satisfies curiosities
ignites eros malleable to the form of her imagination
objectification is cruel without the context of her aura
for her strut into any space
ignites oodles of ions
and acts with precision
in making her objects point like stingwrays
in unison with her will
but as an indentured objectified servant
oh the joy
to await her wicked will
sprayed upon like a pollack
adorned with the stark colors of her mood ...
of the lowly position of an object
that satisfies curiosities
ignites eros malleable to the form of her imagination
objectification is cruel without the context of her aura
for her strut into any space
ignites oodles of ions
and acts with precision
in making her objects point like stingwrays
in unison with her will
but as an indentured objectified servant
oh the joy
to await her wicked will
sprayed upon like a pollack
adorned with the stark colors of her mood ...
#lust
#erotic
606 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 12:23pm
18th Sep 2018 12:23pm
wishing for intent
i kneel in the corner
in a pitch black room
nude on a towel
headphones blasting white noise
blank
you want me blank
erased and focused
as I slide with a tight grip
my blue plums screaming for an end
till I must stop
or break my vow
again and again
time swirling
need coagulating
alone with thoughts pulverized
bleached into a sea of sound
i am panting like a rhinoceros in heat
my great horn raging
all seems so profound
and pathetic simultaneously
the hours...
in a pitch black room
nude on a towel
headphones blasting white noise
blank
you want me blank
erased and focused
as I slide with a tight grip
my blue plums screaming for an end
till I must stop
or break my vow
again and again
time swirling
need coagulating
alone with thoughts pulverized
bleached into a sea of sound
i am panting like a rhinoceros in heat
my great horn raging
all seems so profound
and pathetic simultaneously
the hours...
#lust
559 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Sep 2018 4:44am
16th Sep 2018 4:44am
might as well gimp me
must speak only in prose
must conjure an arsenal of words...
...that slide like eels through minds
whose eyelids leave irises naked
just enough to infiltrate
with screams of silence
and my incessant begging
must i compete though
with my stale and musty monotones
the singularity of my one and single idea
surely im no match
my efforts futile
i suppose then
gimp me
pimp me
throw me to your mound of worn out rags and scraps of time
like...
must conjure an arsenal of words...
...that slide like eels through minds
whose eyelids leave irises naked
just enough to infiltrate
with screams of silence
and my incessant begging
must i compete though
with my stale and musty monotones
the singularity of my one and single idea
surely im no match
my efforts futile
i suppose then
gimp me
pimp me
throw me to your mound of worn out rags and scraps of time
like...
#lust
632 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2018 11:08am
13th Sep 2018 11:08am
caged poet
i hear the time between the ticks grow longer
and wonder if his rough hand glides gently up her thigh
as i scribble lonely
one tiny letter at a time
L
O
N
E
L
Y
is she moist
allowing those rough paws inside
does her head tilt and her breath sharpen
as he sips upon her fleshy twin darts
does that genie rise as smoke through nostrils slowly flaring
pleasures i will never know or be allowed to give
for darkness stale and thick
pierced only by flickering pixels
that leave no tans
or sift through ocean...
and wonder if his rough hand glides gently up her thigh
as i scribble lonely
one tiny letter at a time
L
O
N
E
L
Y
is she moist
allowing those rough paws inside
does her head tilt and her breath sharpen
as he sips upon her fleshy twin darts
does that genie rise as smoke through nostrils slowly flaring
pleasures i will never know or be allowed to give
for darkness stale and thick
pierced only by flickering pixels
that leave no tans
or sift through ocean...
#lust
#erotic
699 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Sep 2018 10:17pm
11th Sep 2018 10:17pm
jealousy in the emotional masochist
hark!
what soul has captured the love of my muse?
am i destined to be the omega
or cast aside
how i already dwell in blind spots
and moan in silent forests of chance encounters...
...with her precious attention
what might become of my lust if it were to be naked to endless time
if i only knew that she wished me to feel this way
that my emotions are on purpose tenderized
by the aloof hammer of her affairs
that her heels dig into my freudian noodles
and my feelings are wrangled in ways that give her pleasure ...
what soul has captured the love of my muse?
am i destined to be the omega
or cast aside
how i already dwell in blind spots
and moan in silent forests of chance encounters...
...with her precious attention
what might become of my lust if it were to be naked to endless time
if i only knew that she wished me to feel this way
that my emotions are on purpose tenderized
by the aloof hammer of her affairs
that her heels dig into my freudian noodles
and my feelings are wrangled in ways that give her pleasure ...
#jealousy
#lust
#erotic
590 reads
6 Comments
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