Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2023 8:04pm
17th Mar 2023 8:04pm
Thigh Gap Explained
Thigh Gap Explained
An upstairs bedroom
can be a bother
if you're really
in a hurry,
but
behind every cloud
there's a sterling
silver lining.
On the way
to meeting you
upstairs,
I glanced
to see
if I was catching up
with you
and noticed
your succulence
ladling
proscriptively
a short distance
diagonally
above me.
Thank
you.
I feel
that
you have made
the case
that
thigh gap ...
An upstairs bedroom
can be a bother
if you're really
in a hurry,
but
behind every cloud
there's a sterling
silver lining.
On the way
to meeting you
upstairs,
I glanced
to see
if I was catching up
with you
and noticed
your succulence
ladling
proscriptively
a short distance
diagonally
above me.
Thank
you.
I feel
that
you have made
the case
that
thigh gap ...
#BDSM
#sensual
#seductive
101 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2023 1:47pm
12th Mar 2023 1:47pm
Evening's Edge
Evening's Edge
1.
No sooner
than
the fallen
sign,
"All dogmas
slain today,"
had landed
but then
it simply
replaced itself
without reinventing
a single step.
2.
Over
and over,
she fell
over the edge;
what else
was the point
of edging,
really!
1.
No sooner
than
the fallen
sign,
"All dogmas
slain today,"
had landed
but then
it simply
replaced itself
without reinventing
a single step.
2.
Over
and over,
she fell
over the edge;
what else
was the point
of edging,
really!
#lust
#erotic
#sensual #orgasm
#sensual #orgasm
110 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2023 6:30pm
8th Mar 2023 6:30pm
Now Will
Now Will
Now
will the fire
go out,
embers
grown cold
from the stories
we've told
though
they've ignited
that feeling
inside us,
how the fire
goes
so nearly out
but embers
fanned
are hot
enough.
And life
is
that
Nudge
in the night,
and that
somehow
determines
our
freedoms?
Or the freedoms
of others?
Stuffies
and teddy bears unite!
Now
will the fire
go out,
embers
grown cold
from the stories
we've told
though
they've ignited
that feeling
inside us,
how the fire
goes
so nearly out
but embers
fanned
are hot
enough.
And life
is
that
Nudge
in the night,
and that
somehow
determines
our
freedoms?
Or the freedoms
of others?
Stuffies
and teddy bears unite!
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
#temptation
#seductive
107 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2023 3:28pm
17th Feb 2023 3:28pm
The Four Food Groups
The Four Food Groups
Those essential
sensual fuels
play
forward:
lips,
neck,
nipples,
and Lips.
Those essential
sensual fuels
play
forward:
lips,
neck,
nipples,
and Lips.
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#seductive
135 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Feb 2023 12:28pm
14th Feb 2023 12:28pm
Rigged Subtext
Rigged Subtext
The words
themselves
like oiled machines
lie helplessly strewn
in the cave,
though gathered
and tied
to halt the divide
it helps
the quick tongue
to behave.
The words
themselves
like oiled machines
lie helplessly strewn
in the cave,
though gathered
and tied
to halt the divide
it helps
the quick tongue
to behave.
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
#temptation
#seductive
151 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 2:00pm
11th Feb 2023 2:00pm
Death of a Vision 2
Death of a Vision 2
The death
of a vision
is followed
by a cascade
of disappointments
so deep
that it
crushes the will
to be deaf
to the heart's
faint calling us
into abandoning
our expectations
so that
we can feel
our true feelings,
the emotions
of being
beyond
the rationalizations
of the ego
in its quest
for control
and unending need
for proof
of its existence.
The death
of a vision
is followed
by a cascade
of disappointments
so deep
that it
crushes the will
to be deaf
to the heart's
faint calling us
into abandoning
our expectations
so that
we can feel
our true feelings,
the emotions
of being
beyond
the rationalizations
of the ego
in its quest
for control
and unending need
for proof
of its existence.
#temptation
#seductive
74 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 00:18am
11th Feb 2023 00:18am
Editing on Occasion
Editing in Occasion
Texting is
a curious,
furious thing
that I
seldom do
attend to,
and so it is
I hardly try
to edit/mend
or make new.
I let the words
just fall
as they may
and let mistakes
and omits stay,
because they're read
much more
than subjects
are often
gone through.
Texting is
a curious,
furious thing
that I
seldom do
attend to,
and so it is
I hardly try
to edit/mend
or make new.
I let the words
just fall
as they may
and let mistakes
and omits stay,
because they're read
much more
than subjects
are often
gone through.
#temptation
87 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2023 10:48pm
10th Feb 2023 10:48pm
Waiting for the Beginning
Waiting for the Beginning
All my life
I waited
until the shadows
fell
so that light
could enter
my being.
I sought
each candle,
followed
each dawn,
and cradled
each sunset.
Sunrise
and midnight,
I made no bed,
rested no bones,
drank no water.
My Promeathean
promises
wilted
in the wind
of speculations
concerning
what love
had to offer.
At last,
I fell the depth
of all things,
starless ...
All my life
I waited
until the shadows
fell
so that light
could enter
my being.
I sought
each candle,
followed
each dawn,
and cradled
each sunset.
Sunrise
and midnight,
I made no bed,
rested no bones,
drank no water.
My Promeathean
promises
wilted
in the wind
of speculations
concerning
what love
had to offer.
At last,
I fell the depth
of all things,
starless ...
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
106 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2023 8:08pm
9th Feb 2023 8:08pm
Calligraphy in Repose
Calligraphy in Repose
The point
of loaded brushes
carries ink
into the fray
as surely as
the darkest night
compels
the brightest day.
Let nothing call it
to its task
until its fate
is won,
and only then,
when all else fails,
calligraphy
is done.
The point
of loaded brushes
carries ink
into the fray
as surely as
the darkest night
compels
the brightest day.
Let nothing call it
to its task
until its fate
is won,
and only then,
when all else fails,
calligraphy
is done.
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
115 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2023 3:12pm
7th Feb 2023 3:12pm
Peace of Mind on Fire
Peace of Mind on Fire
Anyone can
float along
as happy
as can be
when everything
is happy as
their comfort
takes a pee.
Yet when the pressure's more than they
with comfort's loss
can bear,
it's then
we find
the truth
of all
in pain
when
touching
there.
Under all
the glittered bites
whose jagged
edges blur,
we find the need
for cleaning blood
with frankincense
and myrrh.
But in ...
Anyone can
float along
as happy
as can be
when everything
is happy as
their comfort
takes a pee.
Yet when the pressure's more than they
with comfort's loss
can bear,
it's then
we find
the truth
of all
in pain
when
touching
there.
Under all
the glittered bites
whose jagged
edges blur,
we find the need
for cleaning blood
with frankincense
and myrrh.
But in ...
#temptation
129 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2023 12:35pm
6th Feb 2023 12:35pm
The Burden of Love
The Burden of Love
It's a terribly
heavy burden
to be loved
too much,
to be worshipped
for simply being
only who
you are.
The sun
and moon
sit
on the shoulders
of those
who are damned
to carry
them.
How hard
the life
of someone
accepted
and desired
for merely
waking up
each day,
this becomes
the chore
deluxe
of those
loved
too much
for the human frame
to bear, ...
It's a terribly
heavy burden
to be loved
too much,
to be worshipped
for simply being
only who
you are.
The sun
and moon
sit
on the shoulders
of those
who are damned
to carry
them.
How hard
the life
of someone
accepted
and desired
for merely
waking up
each day,
this becomes
the chore
deluxe
of those
loved
too much
for the human frame
to bear, ...
#lust
#sensual
#passion
184 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2023 11:54am
6th Feb 2023 11:54am
When the Bough Breaks
When the Bough Breaks
When last
in old age
the tree
topples down,
signficant
loss
to the souls
above ground,
memories
leap
at the laughter
and sound
of play
under way
when youth
was around.
Gone now
the days
with those children
so free,
running
so wild
and climbing
that tree
whose branches
so strong
and height
carried me
up, up
to the stars
of those nights ...
When last
in old age
the tree
topples down,
signficant
loss
to the souls
above ground,
memories
leap
at the laughter
and sound
of play
under way
when youth
was around.
Gone now
the days
with those children
so free,
running
so wild
and climbing
that tree
whose branches
so strong
and height
carried me
up, up
to the stars
of those nights ...
#passion
119 reads
2 Comments
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