Steampunk by Top Critiquers Poems

She was an expert with a sword ⚔️    
so difficult to touch    
yet that would be the great reward    
in foreplay overmuch.    
   
The sharps would go back to the rack    
and arms would soon disarm    
to see some mojo back on track    
replacing blades with charm...  
   
which started when she bared her breast    
as no hits she would hide    
when she by me was sore oppressed...  
by violence denied.  
   
Soon she knew she preferred the rod    
whereby she took her hits     ...

Agent:

“Welcome, dear customer, to our store so bright.
May I introduce a product, a true delight?”

Customer:

“Thank you, kind agent, I’m eager to see
what marvels you have in store for me.”

Agent:

“This gadget, so neat, with features galore
will simplify your life and so much more.”

Customer:

“Tell me, dear agent, what makes it unique?
I’m searching for something, truly sleek.”

Agent:

“It’s crafted with care, with precision and grace.
A perfect companion in...

I think it was circa eighteen forty something,
When I woke up from the operating table, 
The good doctor told me “Congratulations! 
Now you can do anything if you’re willing and able.” 

I gazed around the operating room, 
Which looked like a watch maker’s workstation, 
I thought the man was more of a mad scientist, 
A nihilist when he told me I was his latest creation. 

“I’ve given you something special” he said, 
“You can have a long, long life if you desire, 
You are unique in many ways but don’t forget, 
To wind your gears...

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...