Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jul 2024 5:46pm
11th Jul 2024 5:46pm
True Violence
True Violence
What it takes
to change
that distainful look
of incredulity
perched atop
that security blanket
of isolation
from intimacy
is true violence,
the trust
that presses up
against
that shadowed disbelief
that shields you
from a bitten lip
and knowing eye
that turns
into a kiss.
What it takes
to change
that distainful look
of incredulity
perched atop
that security blanket
of isolation
from intimacy
is true violence,
the trust
that presses up
against
that shadowed disbelief
that shields you
from a bitten lip
and knowing eye
that turns
into a kiss.
#BDSM
#seductive
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jun 2024 5:31pm
24th Jun 2024 5:31pm
Tape No. 42
Tape No. 42
When presented
with someone
else's accomplishment:
View
the mark
with a critical eye
Bypass
all the hard work
and accomplishment.
Find
a difference,
even 1%.
Disapprove,
shame,
criticize
Show
feigned
discomfort
in order
to bring attention
to yourself.
Blame
your discomfort
on others.
Abandon
the mark
without praise
or
by being
dismissive,
...
When presented
with someone
else's accomplishment:
View
the mark
with a critical eye
Bypass
all the hard work
and accomplishment.
Find
a difference,
even 1%.
Disapprove,
shame,
criticize
Show
feigned
discomfort
in order
to bring attention
to yourself.
Blame
your discomfort
on others.
Abandon
the mark
without praise
or
by being
dismissive,
...
#BDSM
207 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2024 6:05am
9th Jun 2024 6:05am
Making Love
Making Love
When ritual crosses
into the sublime,
the symbology resurges,
transmutes,
and recompiles
the elements,
configurations,
and identities blur.
Who
and what we are
becomes
our how
and when
and why,
and all the questions
lose their grasp,
in favor
of our merely being.
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
When ritual crosses
into the sublime,
the symbology resurges,
transmutes,
and recompiles
the elements,
configurations,
and identities blur.
Who
and what we are
becomes
our how
and when
and why,
and all the questions
lose their grasp,
in favor
of our merely being.
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
#BDSM
#seductive
316 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th May 2024 7:58pm
26th May 2024 7:58pm
In My Next Life
In My Next Life
This is
that day,
the apex
of the experience;
expecting other
than I got,
I experienced
otherness.
My life became a series
of self-conscious moments,
and I felt that
I was the other.
There was the me
on the outside
and the hidden,
inner me.
I lived,
in my way.
But,
in my next life,
I will expect nothing,
and nothing will change,
because the apex
of otherness
...
This is
that day,
the apex
of the experience;
expecting other
than I got,
I experienced
otherness.
My life became a series
of self-conscious moments,
and I felt that
I was the other.
There was the me
on the outside
and the hidden,
inner me.
I lived,
in my way.
But,
in my next life,
I will expect nothing,
and nothing will change,
because the apex
of otherness
...
#BDSM
211 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd May 2024 10:44pm
22nd May 2024 10:44pm
dissapointus borealis
dissapointus borealis
Only ritual's
darkened spark,
locked and clocked
and pinned in park,
could perhaps
cause this delay,
another moment
lost in May.
Like quartz collisions
held at bay,
lit alluring scent
and tray,
while lax upon
the dawn's array,
mirage alone
has made its way.
Only ritual's
darkened spark,
locked and clocked
and pinned in park,
could perhaps
cause this delay,
another moment
lost in May.
Like quartz collisions
held at bay,
lit alluring scent
and tray,
while lax upon
the dawn's array,
mirage alone
has made its way.
#BDSM
#lust
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1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2024 3:48pm
17th May 2024 3:48pm
Start Where You Are
Start Where You Are
Start
where you
are.
That's
your
perspective.
Only you see
from
where you are.
This is your
unique point
of view.
No one else sees
exactly
what you see.
Being able
to
communicate
your perspective
is called
having a voice.
Your perspective itself
is called your vision
of the universe.
Your vision
in your voice
is called poetry.
Your poetry
in your...
Start
where you
are.
That's
your
perspective.
Only you see
from
where you are.
This is your
unique point
of view.
No one else sees
exactly
what you see.
Being able
to
communicate
your perspective
is called
having a voice.
Your perspective itself
is called your vision
of the universe.
Your vision
in your voice
is called poetry.
Your poetry
in your...
#BDSM
236 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2024 1:29pm
16th May 2024 1:29pm
In the Infinite Moment
In the Infinite Moment
The threads
we pick
or choose
to use
to make
the garments
that
we wear,
or needle work
or web design
or hacking
mainframe
quantum depths
while
simply sat
to dine
can make
or break
a mind
at rest
that
wrestles
with
the cosmos' best.
The threads
we pick
or choose
to use
to make
the garments
that
we wear,
or needle work
or web design
or hacking
mainframe
quantum depths
while
simply sat
to dine
can make
or break
a mind
at rest
that
wrestles
with
the cosmos' best.
#BDSM
207 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2024 00:54am
16th May 2024 00:54am
That Nail Is in the Wall
That Nail Is in the Wall
I wanted
to give more
as your decibels
raged
and someone
was acting
like
needing a cage.
(In synchopation
with the rhythm
of that exo-nationality,
world beat.)
There
is a high
probability
that combined
and
harmonically
aligned
into a single wave,
an origination
of a specific frequency,
the shifting
of the continents
could be caused
by forces
outside
of Earth, ...
I wanted
to give more
as your decibels
raged
and someone
was acting
like
needing a cage.
(In synchopation
with the rhythm
of that exo-nationality,
world beat.)
There
is a high
probability
that combined
and
harmonically
aligned
into a single wave,
an origination
of a specific frequency,
the shifting
of the continents
could be caused
by forces
outside
of Earth, ...
#BDSM
#erotic
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2024 9:23pm
12th May 2024 9:23pm
This Is the Golden Moment
This Is the Golden Moment
Before
or after,
nevermind;
I've left
those thoughts
of better times.
For these
are those
that best expose
the plainest way
to say
it:
The moment
we're no longer
separate
is the moment
that
we're home.
Before
or after,
nevermind;
I've left
those thoughts
of better times.
For these
are those
that best expose
the plainest way
to say
it:
The moment
we're no longer
separate
is the moment
that
we're home.
#BDSM
#lover
214 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2024 6:57am
11th May 2024 6:57am
Her Words in My Mouth
Her Words in My Mouth
Her incantations
raise the scent
from sugar cookie's
sweetest rent;
of obligations
none had praised,
though single voiced
a hand was raised.
And words
she mused,
of spirit fused,
an energy gone south,
the power
of her words
there in
my mouth.
Her incantations
raise the scent
from sugar cookie's
sweetest rent;
of obligations
none had praised,
though single voiced
a hand was raised.
And words
she mused,
of spirit fused,
an energy gone south,
the power
of her words
there in
my mouth.
#BDSM
#erotic
#passion #sensual
#passion #sensual
226 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2024 6:41am
11th May 2024 6:41am
Not Going Back
Not Going Back
I keep
telling myself
that I'm not
going back
when
a
glance
alone
is a freight train,
and
not a single thing new
can come
from fanning
the flame
of even
scraping a rock
on
the ground.
I keep
telling myself
that I'm not
going back
when
a
glance
alone
is a freight train,
and
not a single thing new
can come
from fanning
the flame
of even
scraping a rock
on
the ground.
#BDSM
#passion
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0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2024 3:35pm
5th May 2024 3:35pm
Short Term Memory Loss
Short Term Memory Loss
No doubt,
she knocked
me out
but
saying so
would have
let her know
that
I was
already....
so ready
under her spell.
Connection
plays
a slope
so tight
it
squeaks
to ask
how
close
when
all
the way
is
so much
further
than
orgasm
took us.
And
I still
can't remember
her apartment door
having gone ...
No doubt,
she knocked
me out
but
saying so
would have
let her know
that
I was
already....
so ready
under her spell.
Connection
plays
a slope
so tight
it
squeaks
to ask
how
close
when
all
the way
is
so much
further
than
orgasm
took us.
And
I still
can't remember
her apartment door
having gone ...
#BDSM
#temptation
207 reads
2 Comments
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