Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
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
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2 Comments
Feeling Feelings
Feeling Feelings
Always
between
and
always
on task,
nothing
to question
and
nothing
to ask,
this is
the way
that it feels
to feel
real,
just as
we are,
free
wholly
to heal.
Always
between
and
always
on task,
nothing
to question
and
nothing
to ask,
this is
the way
that it feels
to feel
real,
just as
we are,
free
wholly
to heal.
#seductive
233 reads
11 Comments
The Lifeline
The Lifeline
I think
we humans
have this sense
that life is
without trouble
when you're living right.
Jesus
got
what?
Life
is
suffering....
and then
you stop
being annoyed.
And
you're
enlightened
and live
in eternal
gratefulness
to be
able
to feel.
It's so simple,
stripped
of everything vain.
What is
the point
but to enjoy life
inspite of ...
I think
we humans
have this sense
that life is
without trouble
when you're living right.
Jesus
got
what?
Life
is
suffering....
and then
you stop
being annoyed.
And
you're
enlightened
and live
in eternal
gratefulness
to be
able
to feel.
It's so simple,
stripped
of everything vain.
What is
the point
but to enjoy life
inspite of ...
#BDSM
250 reads
2 Comments
The Carelessness
The Carelessness
I guess
it was
the carelessness
of it all,
the way
she felt
to feel
and yet
she never
did.
She said
"I love you,"
emoji
happenstance
to gingerbread
the crumbs
of nearly being
vulnerable
in some smallish
and meaningless
way.
It was
just too real
to be intimate
enough
to kiss.
Push it
in.
Hurry.
Leave.
The scary-eyed
number.
...
I guess
it was
the carelessness
of it all,
the way
she felt
to feel
and yet
she never
did.
She said
"I love you,"
emoji
happenstance
to gingerbread
the crumbs
of nearly being
vulnerable
in some smallish
and meaningless
way.
It was
just too real
to be intimate
enough
to kiss.
Push it
in.
Hurry.
Leave.
The scary-eyed
number.
...
#lust
#BDSM
#temptation #seductive
#temptation #seductive
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2 Comments
For the Sexes
For the Sexes
Freedom,
for the sexes
then,
exposes the need
for us all,
male,
and female,
to seize responsibility
for ourselves
without creating costs
for others.
No one
must fail
for me
to gain.
This is
an action
of self-determination.
This takes
relationships
out
of their being
transactional.
Compersion
alone,
or an aesthetic
experience
to challenge ...
Freedom,
for the sexes
then,
exposes the need
for us all,
male,
and female,
to seize responsibility
for ourselves
without creating costs
for others.
No one
must fail
for me
to gain.
This is
an action
of self-determination.
This takes
relationships
out
of their being
transactional.
Compersion
alone,
or an aesthetic
experience
to challenge ...
#erotic
#BDSM
169 reads
4 Comments
It's All a Metaphor
It's All a Metaphor
From a direct
spiritual moment
of interpersonal
intimacy,
through
the entire thing....
staring
at itself
in self-recognition
for the first time,
before
the Big Bang's
first registering
distance
yet having
registered
time,
we know
that
intimacy
requires
enduring
connection.
From a direct
spiritual moment
of interpersonal
intimacy,
through
the entire thing....
staring
at itself
in self-recognition
for the first time,
before
the Big Bang's
first registering
distance
yet having
registered
time,
we know
that
intimacy
requires
enduring
connection.
#BDSM
256 reads
4 Comments
As She Wandered
As She Wandered
I have
way too many
clothes on
for someone
trying
to relax.
Spread out,
snow angeling,
every naked
feature,
shin,
clit,
and clavicle,
nearly sweating
from the motion
of her hips,
the temperature
of lips,
ankles deep,
and up
to her neck
in pheromones.
I have
way too many
clothes on
for someone
trying
to relax.
Spread out,
snow angeling,
every naked
feature,
shin,
clit,
and clavicle,
nearly sweating
from the motion
of her hips,
the temperature
of lips,
ankles deep,
and up
to her neck
in pheromones.
#lover
#sensual
#passion #seductive
#passion #seductive
261 reads
2 Comments
The Brakes Off
The Brakes Off
■
■
■
■
■
■
○°
○~
○•
■
■
■
■
■
■
○°
○~
○•
#lust
210 reads
2 Comments
Complaint about Life 2
Complaining about Life 2
Complaining
about life
is as easy
as toe stubbing
disappointments
that seem
to follow us
from moment
to moment,
our sensing
that
they are following
in front
of us.
We can face
the undertows
of life
second
by second
like pinballs
on a glass floor,
or glacier-take it
with bouts
of as much
mindlessness
as can
possibly be
amassed
to deflect,
deny,
and seal up
the darkest...
Complaining
about life
is as easy
as toe stubbing
disappointments
that seem
to follow us
from moment
to moment,
our sensing
that
they are following
in front
of us.
We can face
the undertows
of life
second
by second
like pinballs
on a glass floor,
or glacier-take it
with bouts
of as much
mindlessness
as can
possibly be
amassed
to deflect,
deny,
and seal up
the darkest...
#BDSM
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0 Comments
Her Eyes
Her Eyes
Intense
as noon,
relaxed
as can be,
the glow
in her eyes
is reflected
by me.
As close
as the glisten
that smatters
the dew,
these are
the eyes here
reflected
by you.
Intense
as noon,
relaxed
as can be,
the glow
in her eyes
is reflected
by me.
As close
as the glisten
that smatters
the dew,
these are
the eyes here
reflected
by you.
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual #sexy
#bisexual #sexy
357 reads
3 Comments
Dressed to Suppress
Dressed to Suppress
Between
extremes
of gaining
buffered
distance,
or else
closeness
all the way,
the darkness
shone
at night
as often
plays flat
dead
all day.
And then
alive
in garb
that runs
its mouth
so right
out loud,
the images
became
the forms
experienced,
and customers
were
wowed.
Beyond
those days
where
quid pro quo
transacts
with blistered
ease, ...
Between
extremes
of gaining
buffered
distance,
or else
closeness
all the way,
the darkness
shone
at night
as often
plays flat
dead
all day.
And then
alive
in garb
that runs
its mouth
so right
out loud,
the images
became
the forms
experienced,
and customers
were
wowed.
Beyond
those days
where
quid pro quo
transacts
with blistered
ease, ...
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
262 reads
4 Comments
XXX-XXX-XXXX
XXX-XXX-XXXX
In a few minutes,
the phone will ring
at exactly 9 PM.
Answering,
I'll simply
pick it up,
and allow the caller
to broadcast
into the room.
The phone rings,
and I lay the phone
on a glass table.
The voice
on the other end
is heavy
with thought,
anticipation,
and allure.
I say
nothing.
Breathing.
Waiting.
Focus.
Silence.
Waiting.
As. Long. As. It. Takes.
Some fumbling...
In a few minutes,
the phone will ring
at exactly 9 PM.
Answering,
I'll simply
pick it up,
and allow the caller
to broadcast
into the room.
The phone rings,
and I lay the phone
on a glass table.
The voice
on the other end
is heavy
with thought,
anticipation,
and allure.
I say
nothing.
Breathing.
Waiting.
Focus.
Silence.
Waiting.
As. Long. As. It. Takes.
Some fumbling...
#lust
#BDSM
#passion #orgasm
#passion #orgasm
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