dirty haiku

day 49

blue trumpets crawling
the walls, pressing tight to her
back, morning glory
 
Two Shorts

poem
glimpse
feeling
garden toad
allude
ninja turtle
divine
ephemera

muse
hot
gift
inspiration
ravage
blush
thank you
cool
muse
 
day 50

find another way
she won't come out in the storm
tree down across road
 
day 51

secret gasps after
she cums – wren landing on branch
makes rain fall again
 
* edited spam post by dagwood

Accepted in that spirit, certainly, but I am curious how you'd work it.



I use the 17 syllable form as a discipline to keep myself from spilling all over the place, but obviously, it's arbitrary and not the best form in which to capture any given images.


some of the earlier ones got reworked here in less rigid form
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=489474
 
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Day 52

morning fog clearing
by the bed, coffee cooling
taking her slowly
 
Day 53

twisted by harsh winds
tree clings tight to stony peak
in his lover's arms
 
Day 54

on her knees, fingers
finding the root, pulling up
a perfect parsnip
 
Day 55

salt taste on her skin
hips lifting her lips to mine
waves roll in and out
 
lol you could lump that in with Gaia's bounty! I just had a visual of you shopping for melons at the grocery store :p

hefting and squeezing, sniffing and

... er ...

i just wanted to see if they were ripe.
 
Accepted in that spirit, certainly, but I am curious how you'd work it.



I use the 17 syllable form as a discipline to keep myself from spilling all over the place, but obviously, it's arbitrary and not the best form in which to capture any given images.


some of the earlier ones got reworked here in less rigid form
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=489474
the spammer quoted my own post, nerk. :rolleyes:
 
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