Chasin' Chickens

[My Erotic Trail]

Confuzzled

I found
that I was lost
standing on the corner
of walk and don't walk
whinding my ass
and scratching my watch
confuzzled

Going no where fast
it started raining sunshine
during the night
this day
when a girl asked
"Do you want a date?"

I had to check my calender
for I wasn't aware
that I was missing any
of course I always remember
to forget leap year

I never have
but I hear tell
some eat the nuts
from a date tree
so I said sure
'smiling with hunger'
extending my palm

she took my hand
walking to the alley
backwards
in high heels
she snickered
asking for a dozen bucks

It wasn't her lips
that engulfed my thoughts
that made me scream that day
when I reached a hand
down her dress
and found her cock
hard as clay

I was using coins
as keys
trying to get in my car
she was calling from a far
wanting her payment
running across the pavement

I got away
caught in a state
closing my fly
limp as a noodle
all I can say is
"I was confuzzled."​

 

[My Erotic Trail]

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the angels gateway
cracks in the door
to heaven

 

[RhymeFairy]

tender turmoil

touch
brings flesh alive
finger trails
with destinations
in mind

emotions
flooding the gates
of comprimise
and self control
unleasing
passion

hearts
pounding in unison
rapid driving force
thrusting
kissing
tender turmoil

I like this Art. Soft n sweet. I want to know why? the feeling?
Give me more !!! *grins
... give me sunshine AND a bita passion ~ I know ya hate it when I get on a passion tangent, but hey somebody has too, and I sooo love it ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

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the angels gateway
cracks in the door
to heaven

wow, I wondered where this went to from the other thread...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

stagger into moments
where thought trains are threads
the fabric of our essence
cloaks our uncertainty
that is plastered on our faces
and cannot be hid

joy shines like sunshine
without thought of our nakedness
vulnerability in giggles
contagious landmarks of bonding
without rope or strings
but by the thread
of life

 

[My Erotic Trail]

eneyone'll tell ya
sneaky slim aint got nothin
on Bull Frog Francine

Gator jenkins tossed a bandana
and they shot out like
cats with their tales on fire

they sat on them mopeds
like they was harleys
neck and neck they was

making the block
bull frog francine was leading
squatting tires and all

sumbody spat that
they heard tell that Francine
put moonshine in her tank

She skid-daddled
across the finish line first
and kept on going

sneaky slim cum in second
never did catch up enough
to use his secret weapon

Later that evening
Bull Frog Francine and the moped
cum back out of gas

 

[My Erotic Trail]

racing hearts
finger stripes
checkered thoughts
roaring transmission
of passionate torque
thrusting forward
driving fast
racing for
the finish line

 

[My Erotic Trail]

What is this thunder that I hear
I hear it pounding
drumming
pulsing so near

as if a hammer were striking my chest
my body surging
urging
emotional conquest

 

[My Erotic Trail]

shrills a call
on feathered wind
circling

a drift with clouds
it sounds aloud
round and round

high above
the mountain of rocks
flys the hawk

 

[My Erotic Trail]

sexual healing
sounds right

have a cold
warm up with sex

broken hearts
mended by love

a cut is healed
by bondage

....etc

 

[My Erotic Trail]

SnapDragon Part IV

The moon was bright in a star filled sky
Shadows moaned with lust filled sounds
SnapDragon's emotions she wrestled to hide
while tending love in the geisha grounds

The Emporer was pleased and relaxed fully
while SnapDragon's fingers glided in strides



SnapDragon was knelt before the Emporer

 

[My Erotic Trail]

a round world
cone mountains
tubular trees
breast and arse
pebbles and rock
flowers and stems
heads and limbs
eyes and glasses
bottles and cans
pizza and beer
telephone poles
tires and rims
stumps and puddles
etc...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

The Devil's staircase

Darkness reigns
where shadows live

a mountain
of scattered bones
crumble and shift
under another step

When souls are freed
from flesh and blood
the carcuss is cast
into a grave

taken from the soil
and tossed on the heap
adding to the height
viewed by fire's light

one night when its tall enough
the devil will walk
on this mountain of bones
and step from his hellish realm

ascending
the devil's staircase

 

[My Erotic Trail]

revised~



The Devil's Staircase

shadows are windows to hell
where darkness reigns

the devil's cell is a living hell
in a cathedral cavern

lava pools are melting time
near a graveyard bones shrine

a mountain of skulls, femors and spines
souless bodies climb

they crumble and shift under a step
another carcass cast at its peak

the timeless construction of demise
the Devil's Staircase

 

[RhymeFairy]

sexual healing
sounds right

have a cold
warm up with sex

broken hearts
mended by love

a cut is healed
by bondage
....etc

umm, ya mean band-aid?

lmao ... I liked this one Art. But you had a thought on the spice and ya forgot to throw in a lil salsa ~ I am gonna get some spice from you yet ... hehehehehe

broken hearts forged by arrows
headed straight from the narrow,
cutting arteries, as septic sewage
sliced, sunk in. rearranged
artificially, yet skillfully. turning
back from deranged to acceptable
once again ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

umm, ya mean band-aid?

lmao ... I liked this one Art. But you had a thought on the spice and ya forgot to throw in a lil salsa ~ I am gonna get some spice from you yet ... hehehehehe

broken hearts forged by arrows
headed straight from the narrow,
cutting arteries, as septic sewage
sliced, sunk in. rearranged
artificially, yet skillfully. turning
back from deranged to acceptable
once again ~

yep, I know there is a poem there somewhere, "Sexual healing"
help me?

 

[My Erotic Trail]

lawn burns with anticipation
for the hair cut I will give it
fueling the shears sharpening the mower
blades ears lowered churning

the smell of freshly cut grass

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Blind Date

when she walked in the room
it was as if
E.F. Hutton had spoke

An male iris magnet
that cast a thousand fantasies

noses swooned to air
as she passed by
like wolves to the wind

I watched her
coming
and coming
in my mind as she came closer

I was whinding my ass
and scratching my watch
when she walked up to me

"Are you waiting for a blind date?"
I... I... I couldn't think
finally, I squeezed from my throat
"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Cindy," reaching out her hand
I stand
like a gentleman

I pulled her seat out from under her
so she could place her rear forward
then we ordered

That was the night
I was a blind sided mate
with a beautiful
blind date

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Toe after toe I go
over rolling heels
and carpet grass
over the tiled glass
with the extensions
below my ass

I go here
and I go there
with feet
that are pear'd
In tennis shoes
not tennis used
or my cowboy boots
that stem from my roots

my favorite I'll share
is my bare footed pair
with ten little pearls
walking around my world

 

[RhymeFairy]

Toe after toe I go
over rolling heels
and carpet grass
over the tiled glass
with the extensions
below my ass

I go here
and I go there
with feet
that are pear'd
In tennis shoes
not tennis used
or my cowboy boots
that stem from my roots

my favorite I'll share
is my bare footed pair
with ten little pearls
walking around my world

veryyyy creative and sweet. I like the latter pair too. Maybe

hand in hand we shall
roam. free spirits no longer
alone. sharing a walk of bare
toes, dismissing our
woes. carrying our hearts
sleeved, welled inside.
no others shall conceive
what two friends tote
inside. sharing the load
pitter pattering, down lifes
road ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

veryyyy creative and sweet. I like the latter pair too. Maybe

hand in hand we shall
roam. free spirits no longer
alone. sharing a walk of bare
toes, dismissing our
woes. carrying our hearts
sleeved, welled inside.
no others shall conceive
what two friends tote
inside. sharing the load
pitter pattering, down lifes
road ~

I have a question...
I have seen this style from a couple other poets here and can't seem to understand it. I figured with you, I could ask with out getting the lecture with the lesson <grin

clip~

hand in hand we shall
roam. free spirits no longer
alone. sharing a walk of bare
toes, dismissing our
woes. carrying our hearts
sleeved, welled inside.


hand in hand we shall roam
free spirits no longer alone.
sharing a walk of bare toes.
dismissing our woes.
carrying our hearts sleeved,
welled inside

I am curious what it is called or the reason for breaking a line this way. I find it hard to read or flow but then I may be reading it wrong, I am unsure. So I have to ask. I see this from you and two other poets here and was curious if this is a style or a certain way to read poetry? enlighten me!

 

[RhymeFairy]

I have a question...
I have seen this style from a couple other poets here and can't seem to understand it. I figured with you, I could ask with out getting the lecture with the lesson <grin

clip~

hand in hand we shall
roam. free spirits no longer
alone. sharing a walk of bare
toes, dismissing our
woes. carrying our hearts
sleeved, welled inside.


hand in hand we shall roam
free spirits no longer alone.
sharing a walk of bare toes.
dismissing our woes.
carrying our hearts sleeved,
welled inside

I am curious what it is called or the reason for breaking a line this way. I find it hard to read or flow but then I may be reading it wrong, I am unsure. So I have to ask. I see this from you and two other poets here and was curious if this is a style or a certain way to read poetry? enlighten me!

<remember, no lecture ... no lecture>


Someone told me about this, then like you I have saw it often. I think ( pray I am right, fingers crossed) that Angeline, Tess and Pat Carrington also use this style. I do not know what it is called. I am sooo free verse my friend, you know that. I like how it carries one on to the next line. It is especially good to use this when one does short lines, and need precise precision on certain words. It is my way of leading away from so many comas, and yet keeping those end words in the spotlight. I know someone out there knows what it is called, but I will do a bit of research, who knows I may even be doing it wrong, but I like ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

<remember, no lecture ... no lecture>


Someone told me about this, then like you I have saw it often. I think ( pray I am right, fingers crossed) that Angeline, Tess and Pat Carrington also use this style. I do not know what it is called. I am sooo free verse my friend, you know that. I like how it carries one on to the next line. It is especially good to use this when one does short lines, and need precise precision on certain words. It is my way of leading away from so many comas, and yet keeping those end words in the spotlight. I know someone out there knows what it is called, but I will do a bit of research, who knows I may even be doing it wrong, but I like ~

cool beans,

I read your poems alot and see this often so I had to ask. Many do not interupt the flow as this particular poem did. This poem stands alone in this area for some reason it seemed akward to stop in the flow ...go to the next line...read one word...then go again. Then again it is said that if a poem does not 'jar' you and wake you up then it was not a good poem. This is certainly away to do that <grin...thanks RF

 

[My Erotic Trail]

charming lance of truth pierced through
awakening the morning covered in dew

 

[RhymeFairy]

charming lance of truth pierced through
awakening the morning covered in dew

champagne, lace
flowers a'strew
nothing between
me ... you ~






Gotcha !!! Have a great night my friend ~