Submissions by poetrician
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write to sort realities and for sapiosexual purposes.
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Apr 2017 12:12pm
10th Apr 2017 12:12pm
patience
arousal has little
for its purpose induces want for closure
crumbs before a starving man
growing into mirages of luscious comfort
but when hallucinations begin
need takes on its truest nature
embracing torment
that feed the flower of want
morphing into wild weeds
that sprout through every orifice
and reach for what the body so desperately craves
attention
from the light that quenches its thirst
even if only temporarily
when, and if, it honors its subject
for its purpose induces want for closure
crumbs before a starving man
growing into mirages of luscious comfort
but when hallucinations begin
need takes on its truest nature
embracing torment
that feed the flower of want
morphing into wild weeds
that sprout through every orifice
and reach for what the body so desperately craves
attention
from the light that quenches its thirst
even if only temporarily
when, and if, it honors its subject
673 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Apr 2017 2:38pm
9th Apr 2017 2:38pm
what's a meunuch?
let me unleash that roaring animal crawling through my veins
let me imagine what the air would taste like if your cruel architectures revealed themselves
let me serve the scraps of tasks lying at the bottom of your list
let me expose my bare lust for your mind to sip like rum
launch your keen missiles with the cargo of your demands
explore the power in denial beyond temporal fancy
fuel what service you desire from me
by holding my release hostage in your grip
have me inhabit that cold dark basement corner
naked and chained to the floor ...
let me imagine what the air would taste like if your cruel architectures revealed themselves
let me serve the scraps of tasks lying at the bottom of your list
let me expose my bare lust for your mind to sip like rum
launch your keen missiles with the cargo of your demands
explore the power in denial beyond temporal fancy
fuel what service you desire from me
by holding my release hostage in your grip
have me inhabit that cold dark basement corner
naked and chained to the floor ...
797 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Apr 2017 2:17pm
8th Apr 2017 2:17pm
monkish
i thought you were fond of me
not in a caring way or anything
but an amused whimsical effuse
i am ashamed wanting true selflessness to yield fruit
for selflessness should not want
but i cant help my silent cry
or restrain the beast of more
i'm a perverted wanna-be-monk
spreading seeds to seep into hopefully karmic juice
wishing my suffering opens irises wide with involuntary curiosity
oh how that desire violates my mantra
and thus without obligation
your silence is as pious as rain
but if the debris of my...
not in a caring way or anything
but an amused whimsical effuse
i am ashamed wanting true selflessness to yield fruit
for selflessness should not want
but i cant help my silent cry
or restrain the beast of more
i'm a perverted wanna-be-monk
spreading seeds to seep into hopefully karmic juice
wishing my suffering opens irises wide with involuntary curiosity
oh how that desire violates my mantra
and thus without obligation
your silence is as pious as rain
but if the debris of my...
707 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Apr 2017 7:16am
7th Apr 2017 7:16am
wildly intoxicating
is it that you are a prodigy of the new medium
able to coin meme’s in ways that would make even Dawkins blush?
are you able to calculate (or is it sense?) the presence of foibles
do they jump out at you in vivid green?
is it an intelligent cruelty that lives as backbone
to the things that make you smile
and perhaps wet
do you even need to reach across the room
for someone to feel your noose wrapping slowly around their need
are you not the earthquake that rattles oceans of minds as you pass
and causes dizzy spells weeks later ...
able to coin meme’s in ways that would make even Dawkins blush?
are you able to calculate (or is it sense?) the presence of foibles
do they jump out at you in vivid green?
is it an intelligent cruelty that lives as backbone
to the things that make you smile
and perhaps wet
do you even need to reach across the room
for someone to feel your noose wrapping slowly around their need
are you not the earthquake that rattles oceans of minds as you pass
and causes dizzy spells weeks later ...
672 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 12:22pm
6th Apr 2017 12:22pm
jump
those whispers
deep from your dreams
are not to be trifled with
nor ignored
lest you stir the virus of regret
to run rampant
and plague your waking days
that tingling
between thighs
that help point intuition
towards oases in soft silky arms
governed with stilettoed intent
stretched from body and mind
to catch you
drenched naked in need
heard
and understood
are but privileges that few are offered
and many wander fruitlessly for
in your mirror
in your eyes ...
deep from your dreams
are not to be trifled with
nor ignored
lest you stir the virus of regret
to run rampant
and plague your waking days
that tingling
between thighs
that help point intuition
towards oases in soft silky arms
governed with stilettoed intent
stretched from body and mind
to catch you
drenched naked in need
heard
and understood
are but privileges that few are offered
and many wander fruitlessly for
in your mirror
in your eyes ...
893 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:00am
6th Apr 2017 5:00am
bobbing in a wake
patently unfair
how they slip into strappy leather ends
pointing aloud
limbs
so bare
they hypnotize self-effacing prey
what strong yet silky form
of pigments uncapturable by pixels
that waltz in glued minds
as the scent from your freshly showered mane
invites imagined bliss
from a whiff
which echoes long after you’ve closed the door
leaving eyeballs bobbing in a wake
how they slip into strappy leather ends
pointing aloud
limbs
so bare
they hypnotize self-effacing prey
what strong yet silky form
of pigments uncapturable by pixels
that waltz in glued minds
as the scent from your freshly showered mane
invites imagined bliss
from a whiff
which echoes long after you’ve closed the door
leaving eyeballs bobbing in a wake
539 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 00:49am
6th Apr 2017 00:49am
ice ice baby
lust can be an icepick
or a kaleidoscope haze
from shuttered distant voices
that tenderize mind with spike heel studs
drenching weary eyes
in wells of gasping need
but what breeds this icy lust
what spiked studs needs must
must must shut
drench
fill welled eyes
make gasp and writhe
red silk locks
dressing cold shoulders
and piercing mind, hold tightly
a distant leash
rendering bound captive
aching through pixel pinholes
or a kaleidoscope haze
from shuttered distant voices
that tenderize mind with spike heel studs
drenching weary eyes
in wells of gasping need
but what breeds this icy lust
what spiked studs needs must
must must shut
drench
fill welled eyes
make gasp and writhe
red silk locks
dressing cold shoulders
and piercing mind, hold tightly
a distant leash
rendering bound captive
aching through pixel pinholes
636 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2017 10:21am
5th Apr 2017 10:21am
as i think upon you...
imagining your slumber
and a slow awake
perhaps next to your boy
how lucky he is to be so near those curves
upside down whispering heels
drunk on the floor remembering last night
the wake of warmed loins
still swollen from use
you stir a satiated turn
and shove your boy toy from his restless self
to fetch coffee for your weary eyes
taking in the mist of dawn effused with the echo of an electric night
as you contemplate your roar for the day
your distant slave dreams of you
a silent, quiet suffering
toiling...
and a slow awake
perhaps next to your boy
how lucky he is to be so near those curves
upside down whispering heels
drunk on the floor remembering last night
the wake of warmed loins
still swollen from use
you stir a satiated turn
and shove your boy toy from his restless self
to fetch coffee for your weary eyes
taking in the mist of dawn effused with the echo of an electric night
as you contemplate your roar for the day
your distant slave dreams of you
a silent, quiet suffering
toiling...
651 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2017 10:20am
5th Apr 2017 10:20am
cinquain
Sex is
a foaming mind
swelling in twisted thought
rupturing reins from yesterday
panting
a foaming mind
swelling in twisted thought
rupturing reins from yesterday
panting
761 reads
2 Comments
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