Submissions by vasarian (Reluctant Poet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sensible, serious, reserved on the outside. God knows what is happening inside.
The Piano Teacher
#lust
#sex
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
594 reads
2 Comments
Breakfast at the Holiday Inn
A short curvey waitress,
whose legs open a little too casually.
Blonde hair tied in an efficient ponytail;
her true self only revealed
by the black roots at her scalp.
Serves an Asian man with closely cropped hair.
His face defined by a short beard that is only
two days past a five o'clock shadow.
Thick dark eyebrows and wide brown eyes
Make him look like he is drawn on an egg.
A bland businessman in crumpled grey suit
sits with his chin resting on the heel of his hand
two fingers pointing to temple
as if to shoot...
whose legs open a little too casually.
Blonde hair tied in an efficient ponytail;
her true self only revealed
by the black roots at her scalp.
Serves an Asian man with closely cropped hair.
His face defined by a short beard that is only
two days past a five o'clock shadow.
Thick dark eyebrows and wide brown eyes
Make him look like he is drawn on an egg.
A bland businessman in crumpled grey suit
sits with his chin resting on the heel of his hand
two fingers pointing to temple
as if to shoot...
#food
#funny
#humankind
365 reads
3 Comments
Truth
Truth is I am telling you.
Truth is self evident
Truth is Would I lie to you
Yes
Truth is politicians bending and twisting
Like trees in a storm of facts
Truth is Do you actually care?
No
Shackled by the truth
Imprisoned forever
The only escape is
a lie
Truth is self evident
Truth is Would I lie to you
Yes
Truth is politicians bending and twisting
Like trees in a storm of facts
Truth is Do you actually care?
No
Shackled by the truth
Imprisoned forever
The only escape is
a lie
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
638 reads
3 Comments
Do You Like My Phone?
#lust
#sex
#erotic #technology
#erotic #technology
443 reads
2 Comments
A Fat Girl
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
559 reads
3 Comments
Auto Erotica (prose)
#sex
#erotic
#dreams
504 reads
1 Comment
Auto Erotica
#sex
#erotic
#dreams
663 reads
1 Comment
Your Soft Unblemished Smoothness
Your soft unblemished smoothness
bends in submission.
Waiting . . .
tense with expectation.
Begging, pleading, eager for the touch.
The whispering almost silent swish
like a hawks wings
creates the first pools of red.
More . . .
the call for more
Brings silence.
The tic-toc drip-drop of waiting
as sensations creep across your landscape
like needle footed ants.
The anticipation unbearable.
Again.
Harder, faster. . . deeper
Leather tiger stripes your skin
The earthy,...
bends in submission.
Waiting . . .
tense with expectation.
Begging, pleading, eager for the touch.
The whispering almost silent swish
like a hawks wings
creates the first pools of red.
More . . .
the call for more
Brings silence.
The tic-toc drip-drop of waiting
as sensations creep across your landscape
like needle footed ants.
The anticipation unbearable.
Again.
Harder, faster. . . deeper
Leather tiger stripes your skin
The earthy,...
#lust
#sex
#erotic #BDSM
#erotic #BDSM
534 reads
4 Comments
An Apple A Day
I woke up this morning
and thought the sun was a lemon.
Well maybe a grapefruit as lemons are
well – lemon shaped.
My blackberry was on orange
and sat plum in the middle of the table.
I must get an Apple I thought
I'm not getting my five a day.
I walked through the car park.
A pot of cream in my hand.
And found a pear
sitting beneath an oak tree.
and thought the sun was a lemon.
Well maybe a grapefruit as lemons are
well – lemon shaped.
My blackberry was on orange
and sat plum in the middle of the table.
I must get an Apple I thought
I'm not getting my five a day.
I walked through the car park.
A pot of cream in my hand.
And found a pear
sitting beneath an oak tree.
#identity
#technology
#LifeAsAWriter
410 reads
2 Comments
Longing For a Full Colour Life
She stands alone before sink and bowl
And feels the ache within her soul
The hand that once caressed her there
Rests on the arm of favourite chair
She does not mind her lover’s belly
Or hours of footie watched on telly
The years have passed in shades of grey
Oh if only life had been that way
Now with hands in rubber gloves
Plunged in a bowl of Fairy’s suds
She thinks about a bit of heaven
With Mr Jones at fifty-seven
And feels the ache within her soul
The hand that once caressed her there
Rests on the arm of favourite chair
She does not mind her lover’s belly
Or hours of footie watched on telly
The years have passed in shades of grey
Oh if only life had been that way
Now with hands in rubber gloves
Plunged in a bowl of Fairy’s suds
She thinks about a bit of heaven
With Mr Jones at fifty-seven
#lust
#wife
#husband
#erotic
#frustration
506 reads
5 Comments
Hogtied
#lust
#sex
#erotic
608 reads
2 Comments
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