Submissions by poetrician
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write to sort realities and for sapiosexual purposes.
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Apr 2018 1:16am
26th Apr 2018 1:16am
please...a no
i know i said i wouldn't
but i promise you words will drip
a concoction of nectar and white hot need
to please you and keep me blue
the weakness from tethered anchors
a wind from which willows get their name
and the droop of crooked spines
yield unique views for us kept blue
I do declare
that the pen of a man in need
pours ink far greater than those
who’ve been sated
and time, that wonderful torment
that even forgetfulness let’s spawn perfection
ferments one further ...
but i promise you words will drip
a concoction of nectar and white hot need
to please you and keep me blue
the weakness from tethered anchors
a wind from which willows get their name
and the droop of crooked spines
yield unique views for us kept blue
I do declare
that the pen of a man in need
pours ink far greater than those
who’ve been sated
and time, that wonderful torment
that even forgetfulness let’s spawn perfection
ferments one further ...
#lust
552 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Apr 2018 11:00pm
25th Apr 2018 11:00pm
shaking tail feathers
my days of being inconspicuous are over
she now parades me with feathers and body paint
reduced to fowl on a leash
nude and blue
inside and out
im walked to and fro
up and down the alley way of eyes i cannot see
that chuckle at my obedience and color
who admire the power in the fist that guides me
with curt and frequent tugs
she makes me strut as if im proud
as if my feathers have eyes
and are a lure
instead of the red faced permanence
that is...
she now parades me with feathers and body paint
reduced to fowl on a leash
nude and blue
inside and out
im walked to and fro
up and down the alley way of eyes i cannot see
that chuckle at my obedience and color
who admire the power in the fist that guides me
with curt and frequent tugs
she makes me strut as if im proud
as if my feathers have eyes
and are a lure
instead of the red faced permanence
that is...
#erotic
448 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Apr 2018 5:03am
24th Apr 2018 5:03am
i want what's inside
i want what’s inside
though all wrapped up in eye candy
with a perky strut
and clicking heels
and leather frills...
still, i want what’s inside
between those eyes
behind the temple of your forehead
swimming in neurosoup
is the magic
that intoxicating and inventive cruelty
the design of more
the stuff i’d walk miles for
as you tinker
with fingers upon abacus
i listen with delight
the click/clacking of your calculations
till your potions of elegant maneuvers are revealed
cruel experiments for...
though all wrapped up in eye candy
with a perky strut
and clicking heels
and leather frills...
still, i want what’s inside
between those eyes
behind the temple of your forehead
swimming in neurosoup
is the magic
that intoxicating and inventive cruelty
the design of more
the stuff i’d walk miles for
as you tinker
with fingers upon abacus
i listen with delight
the click/clacking of your calculations
till your potions of elegant maneuvers are revealed
cruel experiments for...
#lust
#erotic
581 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2018 11:24pm
22nd Apr 2018 11:24pm
bottled screams
when helplessness gets its grip
and you realize struggling is futile
pleas for mercy are all you have
and with a gag in the way
only the eyes and grunts are left
inarticulate gasps falling upon deaf earlobes
soft eyes that devour anguish
hide fierce will
an intricate strong cruelty sets its course
wrapping claws upon all shreds of freedom
squeezing silent screams into bottles
to shove into reverberating ears
a claustrophobic sense of an unending prison
drapes over already secured bonds
and the only...
and you realize struggling is futile
pleas for mercy are all you have
and with a gag in the way
only the eyes and grunts are left
inarticulate gasps falling upon deaf earlobes
soft eyes that devour anguish
hide fierce will
an intricate strong cruelty sets its course
wrapping claws upon all shreds of freedom
squeezing silent screams into bottles
to shove into reverberating ears
a claustrophobic sense of an unending prison
drapes over already secured bonds
and the only...
#erotic
471 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2018 3:21pm
22nd Apr 2018 3:21pm
in the shadow of your beam
as the sand bed has the glory of your body upon it
and the sun warms your perfect skin
and your muscles stretched like yogis
know that your distant plums ache with sin
as the warm rush of an ocean’s wind
caresses the curve of your hips
and whispers down your thighs
i suffer only dreams in your dark cell
does it make you moist
to know that simply because you say so
i am silenced from the day
not moon or Selene know of me
but you do
does it bring smile or smirk
to know that your pleasures ...
and the sun warms your perfect skin
and your muscles stretched like yogis
know that your distant plums ache with sin
as the warm rush of an ocean’s wind
caresses the curve of your hips
and whispers down your thighs
i suffer only dreams in your dark cell
does it make you moist
to know that simply because you say so
i am silenced from the day
not moon or Selene know of me
but you do
does it bring smile or smirk
to know that your pleasures ...
#lust
#erotic
503 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Apr 2018 6:24pm
21st Apr 2018 6:24pm
stalled mate
i want to be the food that feeds your fingers
as they rub molten haikus into your soft moist mound
i’d serve words for your eyes to slurp
like grapes to a Goddess
strung together with desperation
as you lounge and inspect the world
when you are alone
and slide those ambitious index and ring pointers inside
whatever your pace
slow
or rapid
one rub per word
one in and out per sentence
the dopamine spreading wide across cortexes
numbing inhibition
as you stretch those quivering legs wide ...
as they rub molten haikus into your soft moist mound
i’d serve words for your eyes to slurp
like grapes to a Goddess
strung together with desperation
as you lounge and inspect the world
when you are alone
and slide those ambitious index and ring pointers inside
whatever your pace
slow
or rapid
one rub per word
one in and out per sentence
the dopamine spreading wide across cortexes
numbing inhibition
as you stretch those quivering legs wide ...
#lust
725 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 10:39pm
19th Apr 2018 10:39pm
thou shall omega
#lust
#BDSM
606 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 2:17am
19th Apr 2018 2:17am
wanton lake
what i learn from restriction
the tight wind of your will
and its tethers
wrapped so that only arm and pen are free
is that time is a stew
and your leather spiked spice
will bring my ink to weep
before you
for you
and drip sweet pheromones in your ear
via those peering eyes
stood high on heels
letter by letter
word by word
i author a skyscraper of need
building my own fortress
of recursive desires
no chalkboard could reveal
let me gaze upon you
drink your...
the tight wind of your will
and its tethers
wrapped so that only arm and pen are free
is that time is a stew
and your leather spiked spice
will bring my ink to weep
before you
for you
and drip sweet pheromones in your ear
via those peering eyes
stood high on heels
letter by letter
word by word
i author a skyscraper of need
building my own fortress
of recursive desires
no chalkboard could reveal
let me gaze upon you
drink your...
#lust
509 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Apr 2018 11:22pm
18th Apr 2018 11:22pm
the accidental vixen
you thigh high clad vixen
who kneels for most
and keeps a tiny thread
wrapped around her finger
tethered to the ache of meek eyes
you sly succubus
offering whiplash to onlookers
shoving well postured men into
coriolis swirls
tending to hands that are dying to wander
all over your tethered and exposed body
taking pleasures often denied
ravishing you from follicle to organ
till there is nothing left but exhaustion
you a sweaty puddle
i, red faced in a mirror
proving how your tantalizing...
who kneels for most
and keeps a tiny thread
wrapped around her finger
tethered to the ache of meek eyes
you sly succubus
offering whiplash to onlookers
shoving well postured men into
coriolis swirls
tending to hands that are dying to wander
all over your tethered and exposed body
taking pleasures often denied
ravishing you from follicle to organ
till there is nothing left but exhaustion
you a sweaty puddle
i, red faced in a mirror
proving how your tantalizing...
#erotic
530 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Apr 2018 1:24pm
14th Apr 2018 1:24pm
caught
im the one who can't give you what you want
that hangs around hoping for crumbs of your attention
that humps pillows to find dreams
imagining you walking across the room
knowing im staring
...
...bla bla bla.
from the corner of a dark wooden bar
i write
making believe i like whiskey but simply borrowing time
im scribbling in white in a small blank book
all the words that should not be said
when in you walk
i imagine your permissive...
that hangs around hoping for crumbs of your attention
that humps pillows to find dreams
imagining you walking across the room
knowing im staring
...
...bla bla bla.
from the corner of a dark wooden bar
i write
making believe i like whiskey but simply borrowing time
im scribbling in white in a small blank book
all the words that should not be said
when in you walk
i imagine your permissive...
#lust
673 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Apr 2018 00:35am
13th Apr 2018 00:35am
am i not an orangutan?
#erotic
573 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 10:34am
4th Apr 2018 10:34am
jouissance
it is not romance
yet it is romantic
it is not grace
though grace adds fine spice
it is not the flowing of vowels that make blood boil
it is the dangling of desire never met
the having is never the prize
nor does need simmer from satiation
for prolactin's curse
is but an anecdote to the pleasure of lustful eyes
and the suffering ornate with again and again
and this way and that
the almosts
and nevers
the wishes unfulfilled
with time to contemplate
and kiss...
yet it is romantic
it is not grace
though grace adds fine spice
it is not the flowing of vowels that make blood boil
it is the dangling of desire never met
the having is never the prize
nor does need simmer from satiation
for prolactin's curse
is but an anecdote to the pleasure of lustful eyes
and the suffering ornate with again and again
and this way and that
the almosts
and nevers
the wishes unfulfilled
with time to contemplate
and kiss...
#lust
486 reads
6 Comments
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