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Poetic T Mar 2017
meal for a couple
moisture saturates damp lips
tastes do fulfil both
69 a meal for two :)
Zero Nine Mar 2017
You **** your teeth loudly,
Smack your lips on ravioli,
Whatever it is I taste of
You can't really say
Meanwhile I've had my face
pushed, mashed on your *****
trying to find life's meaning
with short tongue tight frenulum
Cursed I crave your ***
****** mane grows unkempt
Despite my attempt to
Get some head

...

Dead
...
Zero Nine Mar 2017
In the orange cream dying sun's half light
swaddled by blankets wrapped in ***** clothes
I open my lips wanting your taste
eye to eye, mons *****, warm fragrance
To offer myself and soul over completely
When we were young did you ever think
we'd drown in the ocean of flesh between legs?
She smiled brightly, made noises
overjoyed much more than confused,
though that's not the story now, is it?
In an instant passion rises up with steam
gone again before I wipe the mirror and
brush my teeth, and once again I see
blackened debris, they're rotting out
from misspoke verbs
All that's sweet now is the imagining
of diabetic what once was
Two closed eyes reach back with a breathy sigh
withheld truths and well meant half lies,
cannot inspire lift again that left me,
but that doesn't stop the faithful
Has the tide this whole time been sending
waves of false hope, on which I'm floating?
Daydreaming, heating oil, she wants dinner,
and I hunger for satisfaction in new pictures
A hand for a finger, a tongue from both mouths
comforting by grabbing hungrily
until heads get thrown back, abs tighten
when pressed to relax, on the rack
stretched but both floating
Why does she want to drink my blood?
I don't ask just imbibe in return
Those days are long gone
Times when the worst thoughts could not undo
whatever flicker remains in the waning brazier's ember
I can't stop slinging filth
Peddling chrome plated items of refuse
Miss Clofullia Mar 2017
it was a normal day:
in the metro, a tall guy was giving
oral stress to his girlfriend
for spending too much time on her phone,

angry mothers were killing it at Fruit Ninja,
aiming only for the green items;
all because of some article on vegans
they read on Bored Panda,

students were kicking it on Tinder,
deciding their political views
in the same time,
with simple left & right swipes,

Romanian women were being abused
in Italian FarmVille games,
while the cucumber production
was growing and growing,

it was a bad day for poetry;
all the good words were on strike!
the streets were empty
and all the traffic lights were red.

I was still hoping there was hope in this world.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdvk7O3Tz6A]
A Tango Feb 2017
I want you to use your hands;
not to hold
but to caress me.

I want you to use your fingers;
not to point out my flaws,
but to touch me
and give me a tingling sensation.

I want you to use your lips;
not just to speak
but to kiss
and in other ways
to use your mouth.


**Can you use
not only your senses
but also your heart?
Leather mini, high heels, pretty bracelets, earring-wheels,
Make-up perfect, smooth, right, -pins in nylons, *** tight,
Little purse, toe rings, pearl necklace -flashing bling,
Baby I’m a hot-thing,
Friday night –dating,
Take me out, -treat me right,
Take me home/bang all night!
Baby I’m a hot-thing,
Friday night –dating,

Dance and twirl stilettos, 'uptown-out-the-ghetto,'
Hours preparation, for **** hot sensation,
Grip my hips, grab my side, rub my ***, pull me tight,
Baby I’m a hot-thing,
Friday night –club-bing,
Take me out, -treat me right,
Take me home/bang all night!
Baby it’s a ***-thing,
Friday night –dating,

Take me to the bathroom; treat it like a throne-room,
On my knees in nylons; tiles hard I slide on,
You give it up, take a blow,
we come out, no one knows,
Baby I’m a hot-thing,
Friday night –dating,
Take me out, -treat me right,
Take me home/bang all night!
Baby I’m a hot-thing,
Friday night –dating,
Get some Pop-****!
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Oh I like the things I like with size!

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,
When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,
When I see it! UP! -Bup bup bup fuys,

When I see it and I like go sigh,
Oh I like the things I like with size!
Color my lips, make ‘em nice,
Smooth ‘em out pick up the guys,
Refreshed again I caught his eyes!

It’s Babbit-bow! Bup bup fuys,

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

It’s Babbit-Bow!
It’s Babbit-Bow!

I gotta have it, Oh!
Lick it nice,
Nice and slow,
Bup-bup fuys,
My Babbit-bow…
Lollipops guys!
Babbit-Bow!
Lollipops guys!

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Up and down, slow and nice,
Lick ‘em, love ‘em, love that size,
Pop it out imma'-like oh my!
I gotta have it! My bup bup fuys…
Gotta have it! My bup bup fuys…

Oh I like the things I like with size!
When I see it and I’m like oh my!
My lips are sheer, they sheen like ice,
It’s Babbit-Bow! You ***** guys…
Oh I like the things I like with size!
My lips are sheer and sleek so nice,

It’s a Babbit-Bow!
Bup bup fuys,

Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys…
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,
Babbit-bow bup bup fuys,

Fade out
Summer Michelle Apr 2016
Little boy, looked us straight in the eye
He jumped off the bed
And ****** himself saying
"It's pecker time"
He opened his mouth
And he pointed in
Because grandpa said
And grandpa did.

Little boy, four years old
Wouldn't sleep at night.
"The witch" he'd cry
"Lives in the street lamp.
The witch will come for me!"
He'd scream and cry.
No one knew why,
But grandpa did.
It's disgusting the ways that "family" can hurt you.
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