Submissions by tartels (Rokin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Man After Work revisited
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Man After Work
A glass of wine
Your cunt
and I'll be fine
.
Your cunt
and I'll be fine
.
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…. was it me on that Saturday noon ...
Hang my colours at your gate
when the day passes its peak
pleasure of the flesh
reciprocal pleasing
no limits
no
after a cup of tea
maybe
I remember your skin under my hands
excitement just kept astray
soft imagination of your sex
dreaming
my hand squirting me
feeling your taste
Die Gedanken Sind Frei
Freiheit
is all I require
Desire
plain pure carnal
no more
when the day passes its peak
pleasure of the flesh
reciprocal pleasing
no limits
no
after a cup of tea
maybe
I remember your skin under my hands
excitement just kept astray
soft imagination of your sex
dreaming
my hand squirting me
feeling your taste
Die Gedanken Sind Frei
Freiheit
is all I require
Desire
plain pure carnal
no more
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My thoughts are free
(loosely based on the German poem 'Die Gedanken sind frei'; unknown author, sung by Pete Seeger)
too close to the edge
at times
it gives
my world crumbling
Their hurt, our love, my pain
Older now and somewhat wiser
grown to respect
I keep my distance
peering from afar
the rim of sweet desire
Lust
never tamed
now safely confined
protecting my reward
for social obedience
for loves familiarity
for love
for my companions
Still I can live lives of my making ...
too close to the edge
at times
it gives
my world crumbling
Their hurt, our love, my pain
Older now and somewhat wiser
grown to respect
I keep my distance
peering from afar
the rim of sweet desire
Lust
never tamed
now safely confined
protecting my reward
for social obedience
for loves familiarity
for love
for my companions
Still I can live lives of my making ...
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Cancer
I shave my ball
and remember
That evil mass on the screen
No
no prosthesis
I worry about my dick
Am I really dying...
never to fuck again...
Dreaming of your cunt
I move faster
I touch you
and remember
That evil mass on the screen
No
no prosthesis
I worry about my dick
Am I really dying...
never to fuck again...
Dreaming of your cunt
I move faster
I touch you
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daydream
Flowing down the crack of your butt
circling the sensitive pucker of your ring
my finger tracing further
You lie there, face down
never knowing
circling the sensitive pucker of your ring
my finger tracing further
You lie there, face down
never knowing
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