Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 4:43am
14th Mar 2025 4:43am
The Nth Roll
That Nth Roll
That nth roll
in the hay
was the one
that did it,
I'm just saying.
That nth roll
in the hay
was the one
that did it,
I'm just saying.
#BDSM
#orgasm
107 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 5:02am
11th Mar 2025 5:02am
How long do we have
Until the site
shuts down?
shuts down?
#passion
162 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Mar 2025 2:37pm
6th Mar 2025 2:37pm
Say It Again
Say It Again
A perpetual state
of frenzied emotions,
the feeling
of something divine,
the need
so deeply ingrained
in the moment,
exposure and curling the spine.
Everyone else
seeks only advantage
to take what is there
to unwind,
while needed
so sweetly
is merely a moment
in mind.
Lying so closely,
her legs wrapping his,
a pillow to lurch
on parade,
simply to cuddle
and outwardly shine,
unwinding the darkness
of shade.
A perpetual state
of frenzied emotions,
the feeling
of something divine,
the need
so deeply ingrained
in the moment,
exposure and curling the spine.
Everyone else
seeks only advantage
to take what is there
to unwind,
while needed
so sweetly
is merely a moment
in mind.
Lying so closely,
her legs wrapping his,
a pillow to lurch
on parade,
simply to cuddle
and outwardly shine,
unwinding the darkness
of shade.
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
183 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 12:46pm
19th Feb 2025 12:46pm
The Ultimate Surrender
The Ultimate Surrender
Giving up
that last hurrah,
unlashing
every leash,
the toppled tethers
waste away
while leaving
only peace.
Then his thumb
dragged slowly towards
that tumbled
weather stone,
her breathing touched....
in silent trust,
and held her
as his own.
Giving up
that last hurrah,
unlashing
every leash,
the toppled tethers
waste away
while leaving
only peace.
Then his thumb
dragged slowly towards
that tumbled
weather stone,
her breathing touched....
in silent trust,
and held her
as his own.
#BDSM
#erotic
#lust #seductive
#lust #seductive
272 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 8:59pm
17th Feb 2025 8:59pm
Purpose and Being
Purpose and Being
Each spacetime
step approaches
ever closer to
that shifted
paradigm;
our relative
experience
so then gives
a purpose
to our time.
Each spacetime
step approaches
ever closer to
that shifted
paradigm;
our relative
experience
so then gives
a purpose
to our time.
#BDSM
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 1:57am
17th Feb 2025 1:57am
Layer after Layer
Layer after Layer
Each
membrane
weeps
its soulish sense
and
bends
the bough
aloft,
beginning
first
with harshness
dense
thus
ends
in presence
soft.
Each
membrane
weeps
its soulish sense
and
bends
the bough
aloft,
beginning
first
with harshness
dense
thus
ends
in presence
soft.
#BDSM
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2025 7:33am
30th Jan 2025 7:33am
Looking at Pools of Color
Looking at Pools of Color
Each
of these
seems
to be
a topological
depression
surrounded by
increasingly
higher ground,
a liquid
map
to the state
of mind
in
reflection.
Narcissis
or
Dionysus?
The spectrum
of the human drama
at the quantum level....
Was this
your
intention?
Each
of these
seems
to be
a topological
depression
surrounded by
increasingly
higher ground,
a liquid
map
to the state
of mind
in
reflection.
Narcissis
or
Dionysus?
The spectrum
of the human drama
at the quantum level....
Was this
your
intention?
#BDSM
#sensual
171 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 2:52am
20th Jan 2025 2:52am
In the Crumbs
In the Crumbs
It's our senselessness
that is the hallmark
of our nature;
every sacred moment....
burnt,
and every intimacy
and integration are left
in the crumbs
of the coals.
It's our senselessness
that is the hallmark
of our nature;
every sacred moment....
burnt,
and every intimacy
and integration are left
in the crumbs
of the coals.
#BDSM
#lust
#passion
249 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 7:50am
19th Jan 2025 7:50am
A Few Tornadoes
A Few Tornadoes
It seems
only a matter
of some discussion
before the wires
are crossed,
and,
at
that
point,
beyond which
memory
can hold its head up,
resilient winds
can bare
withstand the charms
of those
wobegone days
in a few tornadoes.
Our losses then
make all the more
this rarer field,
these fireflies
and
daily shield.
It seems
only a matter
of some discussion
before the wires
are crossed,
and,
at
that
point,
beyond which
memory
can hold its head up,
resilient winds
can bare
withstand the charms
of those
wobegone days
in a few tornadoes.
Our losses then
make all the more
this rarer field,
these fireflies
and
daily shield.
#BDSM
#passion
#temptation
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 1:17am
1st Jan 2025 1:17am
I'm Licked Already
I'm Licked Already
Happy New Year!
Lick you very much....
rt87
Happy New Year!
Lick you very much....
rt87
#BDSM
264 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 11:59pm
28th Dec 2024 11:59pm
I Can See It from Here
I Can See It from Here
I'm not looking
for a peek
at cleavage
or a sense
of lace
embroidered
ribbons,
though
that sparse gaze
retroflects
a psychopathology
of revenge,
spankings,
rejection,
punishment,
the whole
spectrum
of what
I can
see
from here.
Write
what
it is.
Be read.
Respond.
Reciprocity.
Mutual
semantics:
Compersion.
I'm not looking
for a peek
at cleavage
or a sense
of lace
embroidered
ribbons,
though
that sparse gaze
retroflects
a psychopathology
of revenge,
spankings,
rejection,
punishment,
the whole
spectrum
of what
I can
see
from here.
Write
what
it is.
Be read.
Respond.
Reciprocity.
Mutual
semantics:
Compersion.
#passion
239 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2024 00:37am
21st Dec 2024 00:37am
Chased Lounge
Chased Lounge
Neither
all
above
nor
all
below,
between
that phantom
dreamland
and
the winters
that we know,
at last
near bare
with words
less said
and pressed like breath
upon a pane,
the risk
of rest,
the dense defense,
and room
above
for rain.
Neither
all
above
nor
all
below,
between
that phantom
dreamland
and
the winters
that we know,
at last
near bare
with words
less said
and pressed like breath
upon a pane,
the risk
of rest,
the dense defense,
and room
above
for rain.
#erotic
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