Bisexual Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#bisexual
bisexual seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
We're Into It. The Main Question Is Are You?
Lindsay walked topless
towards Kevin only to
see that he married
Valerie who wants to have
a threesome with the two friends.
towards Kevin only to
see that he married
Valerie who wants to have
a threesome with the two friends.
#wife
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#bisexual
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from Hand to Mouth
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#mirror
#bisexual
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Liquid state
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#mirror
#bisexual
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Please be mine for the night
Ride my face
Let me feel that lace
Let me feel the curves of your body
You’ve such a beautiful figure
I want you m’dear
Let me feel those tender lips on my own
I need that physique
A lady, so chique
I’d be lucky to call you my own
Your scent is alluring
Your locks are coiffuring
Will you please be mine for the night
Let me feel that lace
Let me feel the curves of your body
You’ve such a beautiful figure
I want you m’dear
Let me feel those tender lips on my own
I need that physique
A lady, so chique
I’d be lucky to call you my own
Your scent is alluring
Your locks are coiffuring
Will you please be mine for the night
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#temptation
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White Dirty Words
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
#bisexual
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Death of a Friend
She was often sad but always a loyal friend to me. Many brought her smiles of acceptance and love only to be turned away in the end.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
#friendship
#suicide
#bisexual
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Life's complicated - diary entry
With most men, it’s usually four to six spurts and they're done. You can expect a few grunts of pleasure that might pass for the sounds of a man having a satisfying bowel movement. Then the pitiful guy falls against you exhausted. He's probably his happiest in that moment, but not thinking any sincere thoughts.
That was my memory of David as he planted his sperm inside of me, a decision we’d later come to regret. I try to imagine 40 million sperm, frantically swimming toward my egg and one miraculously getting in. And so, there was one winner among the three of us.
...
That was my memory of David as he planted his sperm inside of me, a decision we’d later come to regret. I try to imagine 40 million sperm, frantically swimming toward my egg and one miraculously getting in. And so, there was one winner among the three of us.
...
#regret
#bisexual
#pregnancy
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Meeting Sarah
The dimly lit bar carried an air of nostalgia for Sarah. It was a place where she and David had shared countless memories before their marriage crumbled under the weight of infidelity. Now, as she nervously sipped her drink, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation and uncertainty that hung in the air.
Across the room, Lauryn anxiously glanced around until her eyes met Sarah's. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared history forged by the mistakes of a man they had both loved. Lauryn approached the table, a mix of gratitude and trepidation in her eyes. ...
Across the room, Lauryn anxiously glanced around until her eyes met Sarah's. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared history forged by the mistakes of a man they had both loved. Lauryn approached the table, a mix of gratitude and trepidation in her eyes. ...
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#bisexual
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Socrates’ chalice
I sit in a throne room,
a sea of maggots
writhe in the congealed
drippings from the
syncophants who thought
my sex toys made them
good in bed.
The bodies so infested
they seemed to jitter
on the
ground,
and I envy their movement.
Until the next man grabs
a chalice from the
bargain-sized bin at the door,
and advances, unseeing,
waist-deep through
my sea of blue-lipped corpses.
I like the arrogant sacrifice.
...
a sea of maggots
writhe in the congealed
drippings from the
syncophants who thought
my sex toys made them
good in bed.
The bodies so infested
they seemed to jitter
on the
ground,
and I envy their movement.
Until the next man grabs
a chalice from the
bargain-sized bin at the door,
and advances, unseeing,
waist-deep through
my sea of blue-lipped corpses.
I like the arrogant sacrifice.
...
#lust
#honesty
#bisexual
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Intertwined
Intertwined
She runs her finger
over the tempestuous edge of the Moon,
callous pad turn to nail,
the residue effect
seeks out to surface skin raw
remind it we're alive,
and I
lick the pain from her collarbones,
dance over bone,
linger where her flesh has gains,
spiral on her grace,
spine elevated, my gaze,
hungered and magnified,
this laced web
of our interweaved space.
I call back
the miles between this place
where we'd been
emerging as individuals,
filled elements of not enough ...
She runs her finger
over the tempestuous edge of the Moon,
callous pad turn to nail,
the residue effect
seeks out to surface skin raw
remind it we're alive,
and I
lick the pain from her collarbones,
dance over bone,
linger where her flesh has gains,
spiral on her grace,
spine elevated, my gaze,
hungered and magnified,
this laced web
of our interweaved space.
I call back
the miles between this place
where we'd been
emerging as individuals,
filled elements of not enough ...
#love
#lust
#bisexual
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Explorations of Pleasure: Lily's Journey of Self-Discovery
#erotic
#porn
#dirty
#bisexual
#sexy
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The Straight People Express
We’re boarding an exclusive automobile.
This transport doesn’t carry LGBT people.
If homosexuals are waiting on the road,
We’ll pass them and we won’t look back.
If we see any lesbians hitchhiking,
We won’t stop and give them a lift.
If stranded bisexuals flag down the vehicle,
We’ll just pretend not to see them.
If transgender people ask for a ride,
We won’t let them travel with us.
But if we meet heterosexuals along the wayside,
We’ll stop and say, “Welcome aboard.”
This transport doesn’t carry LGBT people.
If homosexuals are waiting on the road,
We’ll pass them and we won’t look back.
If we see any lesbians hitchhiking,
We won’t stop and give them a lift.
If stranded bisexuals flag down the vehicle,
We’ll just pretend not to see them.
If transgender people ask for a ride,
We won’t let them travel with us.
But if we meet heterosexuals along the wayside,
We’ll stop and say, “Welcome aboard.”
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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DU Poetry : Bisexual Seeking Honest Critique Poems