Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Candy
X-ray vision
and the need to know,
skin deep
or clear to the bone?
Done with the Uh!
and the fumble's all done.
Talk to me like it matters.
I don't smoke.
Don't tell jokes.
Don't watch sports.
Don't sport at all.
It's after,
I'm after.
Talk to me.
runningturtle87
and the need to know,
skin deep
or clear to the bone?
Done with the Uh!
and the fumble's all done.
Talk to me like it matters.
I don't smoke.
Don't tell jokes.
Don't watch sports.
Don't sport at all.
It's after,
I'm after.
Talk to me.
runningturtle87
887 reads
8 Comments
She Does
She talks to me,
real and
straightforward,
not around
the bush
but through it.
...not a pin up,
but a pin down
nail down
get down
do now...
I really think,
"She does-
understand…."
runningturtle87
real and
straightforward,
not around
the bush
but through it.
...not a pin up,
but a pin down
nail down
get down
do now...
I really think,
"She does-
understand…."
runningturtle87
927 reads
9 Comments
Sex Is not a Sin
Sex Is not a Sin
(I have
no morals;
I simply do
not believe
in them.)
{What we do
is through
our being
who we are,
and what control
do I
have
over that?}
[How am I
to say
what in
my heart
is matter
of fact
that what
is lust
to others may
only be
a statement
of my being me?]
I ratchet up
the intertwining
circus love
and formal dining
entered into dainty
twisted satin
trestle
corset piercing
tatted whistle
steampunk stream...
(I have
no morals;
I simply do
not believe
in them.)
{What we do
is through
our being
who we are,
and what control
do I
have
over that?}
[How am I
to say
what in
my heart
is matter
of fact
that what
is lust
to others may
only be
a statement
of my being me?]
I ratchet up
the intertwining
circus love
and formal dining
entered into dainty
twisted satin
trestle
corset piercing
tatted whistle
steampunk stream...
#erotic
#steampunk
1036 reads
4 Comments
Stop!
I've been dreaming!
One intrepid fantasy
after another,
deep impassioned scenes
of love making
as fantastic sessions
of sexual energy
welling up
like tidal waves
of orgasmic bliss.
All wrapped
in rapture's sweet kiss
and yet dreaming
the milky hallucination
of an inward ocean,
cresting day
after night.
It's undulating
circumnavigations
spin the globe
in search
of inner truths
the light
of which
would blind
if not for spiraled satisfaction's
downward spinning....
One intrepid fantasy
after another,
deep impassioned scenes
of love making
as fantastic sessions
of sexual energy
welling up
like tidal waves
of orgasmic bliss.
All wrapped
in rapture's sweet kiss
and yet dreaming
the milky hallucination
of an inward ocean,
cresting day
after night.
It's undulating
circumnavigations
spin the globe
in search
of inner truths
the light
of which
would blind
if not for spiraled satisfaction's
downward spinning....
1112 reads
6 Comments
At Last
1472 reads
10 Comments
Only You
Double helix
harmonic convergence
star gazing
time view
rotating out
near the edge
of the galaxy,
light years apart
in a world
of just fantasy,
home dialing
Christmas
and the dinner
was burning.
Nothing at all
mattered more
in this world
than so to be
with you
and see you
unfurled.
runningturtle87
harmonic convergence
star gazing
time view
rotating out
near the edge
of the galaxy,
light years apart
in a world
of just fantasy,
home dialing
Christmas
and the dinner
was burning.
Nothing at all
mattered more
in this world
than so to be
with you
and see you
unfurled.
runningturtle87
858 reads
4 Comments
Understanding
1394 reads
6 Comments
Taste
2021 reads
5 Comments
Headphones
1146 reads
4 Comments
Cooking in the Afternoon
I've been thinking about
why you wear so many clothes.
It's not just the apron,
it's the high heels,
and that hair band
that keeps the ringlets
from covering and uncovering
the darkness of your eyes,
so if you'll humor me,
and lose the apron,
release your hair,
and keep the high heels,
I think that your nakedness
will be just about right-
oh, now let's check the oven
and see if that's hot.
runningturtle87
why you wear so many clothes.
It's not just the apron,
it's the high heels,
and that hair band
that keeps the ringlets
from covering and uncovering
the darkness of your eyes,
so if you'll humor me,
and lose the apron,
release your hair,
and keep the high heels,
I think that your nakedness
will be just about right-
oh, now let's check the oven
and see if that's hot.
runningturtle87
787 reads
4 Comments
Answers
Only your flesh
soaked petals
on the tip
of my tongue
can silence
the longing
of being
this distanced
down a tunnel
of broken connections
and a hurry
of chance meetings.
runningturtle87
soaked petals
on the tip
of my tongue
can silence
the longing
of being
this distanced
down a tunnel
of broken connections
and a hurry
of chance meetings.
runningturtle87
1069 reads
9 Comments
Thinking of You
2322 reads
12 Comments
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