Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Because I Want You
Because I Want You
I lean
into the depth
of being,
wanting
what will give
itself,
pull in,
and not hold back.
1000 images
flashcard
mesmerize,
and
I pass them by
as merely
more
of the same.
And then,
darkness
and silhouette,
eyes
that shadow burn,
your face
falls
across my chest,
because
I want you.
I lean
into the depth
of being,
wanting
what will give
itself,
pull in,
and not hold back.
1000 images
flashcard
mesmerize,
and
I pass them by
as merely
more
of the same.
And then,
darkness
and silhouette,
eyes
that shadow burn,
your face
falls
across my chest,
because
I want you.
#BDSM
#sensual
#seductive
407 reads
6 Comments
S(ex)
S(ex)
What once
had beauty
with the dawn
has now
become
the devil's spawn.
What we had
is buried
deep,
below
disgust,
a burning heap.
What I
treasured
in my heart,
the depth
of feeling's
golden art,
has now
become
a broken mast,
a ship
at sea
with only past.
What once
had beauty
with the dawn
has now
become
the devil's spawn.
What we had
is buried
deep,
below
disgust,
a burning heap.
What I
treasured
in my heart,
the depth
of feeling's
golden art,
has now
become
a broken mast,
a ship
at sea
with only past.
#sex
322 reads
4 Comments
Nearly Touching
Nearly Touching
Was it my
imagination,
feeling nearly
subtle motion,
wisp of air
or agitation,
feeling real
or sense of potion?
Silk and steam
or ilk and seem,
how am I
to justify
what now escapes
my skinless eye?
Was it my
imagination,
feeling nearly
subtle motion,
wisp of air
or agitation,
feeling real
or sense of potion?
Silk and steam
or ilk and seem,
how am I
to justify
what now escapes
my skinless eye?
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
334 reads
2 Comments
3 weeks out
3 weeks out
Still
on the planet
3 weeks out.
Still
on the planet
3 weeks out.
#BDSM
223 reads
8 Comments
Personal Problems
I have had
a heart attack.
Back
later.
a heart attack.
Back
later.
#gratitude
260 reads
21 Comments
Old programming Dies Hard
Old Programming Dies Hard
That sound,
the twist
of a bottle cap,
that's all
it took
and her eyes
avalanched the terrain
for faces,
muscles,
clothing,
elegance,
assurance,
insurance,
and a room.
The tickle tack
toy boy search
had begun.
Her waiter
and drink arrived,
and she said,
"Look
at his shoulders!"
"That's what
I'm talking
about."
"L.O.O.K."
"Look!" ...
That sound,
the twist
of a bottle cap,
that's all
it took
and her eyes
avalanched the terrain
for faces,
muscles,
clothing,
elegance,
assurance,
insurance,
and a room.
The tickle tack
toy boy search
had begun.
Her waiter
and drink arrived,
and she said,
"Look
at his shoulders!"
"That's what
I'm talking
about."
"L.O.O.K."
"Look!" ...
#lover
178 reads
0 Comments
She Knows Everything
She Knows Everything
She
actually does
know
everything;
she just
doesn't know it
yet.
The inevitability
of
just trusting
the process
and watching
it work,
the entirity
that eclipses
darkness,
in the burning center,
the nucleus,
the battle
between addiction
and satisfaction.
She knows
everything it takes,
and she does it,
raw emotions
in liquid denim
chandelier
tetrahedrons
...
She
actually does
know
everything;
she just
doesn't know it
yet.
The inevitability
of
just trusting
the process
and watching
it work,
the entirity
that eclipses
darkness,
in the burning center,
the nucleus,
the battle
between addiction
and satisfaction.
She knows
everything it takes,
and she does it,
raw emotions
in liquid denim
chandelier
tetrahedrons
...
#sex
303 reads
0 Comments
The Understudy
The Understudy
As the understudy
for a woman
whose husband
had already
abandoned her,
she learned
to lie
to herself
and her own
husband.
She withdrew
into a shell
of waiting
for her next
escape.
Each moment
became
a guarded retreat
from any facsimile
of intimacy,
and she broke
each tie
until
they shared
only a house
she brought
this other
woman's man to
for a half hour
of intrigue ...
As the understudy
for a woman
whose husband
had already
abandoned her,
she learned
to lie
to herself
and her own
husband.
She withdrew
into a shell
of waiting
for her next
escape.
Each moment
became
a guarded retreat
from any facsimile
of intimacy,
and she broke
each tie
until
they shared
only a house
she brought
this other
woman's man to
for a half hour
of intrigue ...
#threesome
#temptation
#seductive
357 reads
4 Comments
Session Number 3
Session Number Three
"Every time
I meet someone,
I really don't feel
anything."
"My heart
gets excited;
my life
lightning flashes
in a blur
across the sky,"
"and then
he opens
his mouth"
"and nothing
I can even
understand
comes out."
"I asked him
if he wanted
a drink,
and he said,
'Yes.'"
"I told him
there was kahlua...
"Every time
I meet someone,
I really don't feel
anything."
"My heart
gets excited;
my life
lightning flashes
in a blur
across the sky,"
"and then
he opens
his mouth"
"and nothing
I can even
understand
comes out."
"I asked him
if he wanted
a drink,
and he said,
'Yes.'"
"I told him
there was kahlua...
#erotic
#BDSM
267 reads
2 Comments
Where I Want to Be
Where I Want to Be
Your trace
on my face
is the place
I want to be,
to taste
the sunrise
in your eyes
and feel my way
through enterprise.
Thoughts
and senses
bribe my mind
to leave this
common world
behind,
and play
on sandless
beaches there
in dream
eternals'
liquid air.
Your trace
on my face
is the place
I want to be,
to taste
the sunrise
in your eyes
and feel my way
through enterprise.
Thoughts
and senses
bribe my mind
to leave this
common world
behind,
and play
on sandless
beaches there
in dream
eternals'
liquid air.
#lust
#sex
#passion #orgasm
#passion #orgasm
350 reads
2 Comments
She Invited Me to Bed
She Invited Me to Bed
Her enthusiasm
was a machine
in the background.
She sat
cross-legged,
as naked as
a human's
gecko transparency,
and those
transcendent
pheromones
led me
to her lair;
once there
she lured me
by a firmer hand,
transposed,
to her inner
sanctum.
She invited me
to bed,
and once in
pulled out
the 9th volume
of that very
most stellarly
interesting,
"Outlander."
She was on ...
Her enthusiasm
was a machine
in the background.
She sat
cross-legged,
as naked as
a human's
gecko transparency,
and those
transcendent
pheromones
led me
to her lair;
once there
she lured me
by a firmer hand,
transposed,
to her inner
sanctum.
She invited me
to bed,
and once in
pulled out
the 9th volume
of that very
most stellarly
interesting,
"Outlander."
She was on ...
#BDSM
357 reads
5 Comments
Words in Pitch Black
Words in Pitch Black
Sometimes
words
can say more
than their letters
can carry.
Your name.
Our smell.
These moments.
The last few whispers of her echoing voice in the distant past.
Silence.
Sometimes
words
can say more
than their letters
can carry.
Your name.
Our smell.
These moments.
The last few whispers of her echoing voice in the distant past.
Silence.
#erotic
241 reads
2 Comments
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