Dusty Poems

[My Erotic Tale]

Chasin' Chickens
by My Erotic Tail ©

(This poem is read by Bamagirl, thanks Deb)

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She's probably out a egg pickin.
Or chasin' down some darn chicken.

Trying to get at that cock.
With a single rolled down sock.

Dartin across that chicken coop.
Shoes churning up the chicken poop.

Feathers flying and yard birds cluckin'
outreached arms got the dog a barkin.

Rooster crows and flaps its wings.
Just the usual saturday thing.

Lickin my lips for some chicken pot pie.
Got tears of laughter in my eye.

Funniest thing to see the dirt she's kickin.
Chasin' down some ole' darn chicken.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Wanna Shower?
by RhymeFairy ©

Hot rain showering all around,
pounding into my soft sensitive skin.

Tawny hair shimmering,
silken strands flowing,
down my slick wet back.

Open mouth taking nourishment,
from the Fountain Of Love.
As my taste buds explode,
from the steamy sensual drops.

Delicate fingers tracing,
blushing cheeks,
pouty pink lips.

Slow descent south,
across slender tight belly.
Hot pink nails rake,
down trembling thighs.

Dainty lil toes,
suspended on the soap dish.
Lean tan body pressed,
against the shower glass.

Jasmine permeating the air,
as steam covers every surface.
Moaning lil pants,
echoing off the walls.

Firm fingers roaming,
stroking scrumptiously,
on my spastic pink clit.

"Grasping the shower bar
gasping."
As my fondling fingers,
dive into my hot lil treasure.

Gliding so fast inside and out,
going harder,
stronger,
to my very center.

Deep inside to the very spot,
seeing stars,
as glitter rides the air.
My treasure clamps around,
my furious lil fingers.

Tight lil spasms shoot,
robbing me,
of my last screaming breath.

Wet hot honey trickles down,
clammy-tingling thighs.
Body shakes take over.
panting-panting-panting

Dainty lil foot slips,
while my fingers
reach for the bar.
Me falling on my ass,
into the slick,
wet shower floor.

Nothing hurt,
as far as I can tell.
Now that,
was my kind of shower.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Blizzard Forever
by My Erotic Tail ©

Blizzard beats
at a window pane
watching snow
build up
around the edges
lack of
anything better to do

little nose
pressed
against the glass
watching the cold
thinking back
of chilly days
can't play
wondering
why
there are
cold ways

Child knows
against the cold
his mind's
windows of pain
will always be
a blizzard
because
his parents fleed

will he be
forever
in a blizzard?

Wrap my arms
around him
wipe icicle tears
he knows love
and smiles at me
but doesn't understand
not having
his mommy
and daddy

neither do I~

so aunt and uncle
are now mom and dad
but one day
he'll go into the world
storming
searching
blizzards
wanting answers

why?

for I can't answer
the chilling question
or understand
cold hearts
two nose's
against the glass
when will
this blizzard pass?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
dedicated to khristian, CJ and
templeminded

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Trinity's Serenity Trail~
by My Erotic Tale ©

I walk along a Trinity trail
hoping serenity would prevail.
I gave high five to a praying mantis
then exchanged colors with a lizard.

I doodled with a doodle bug
then gave a lady bug a hug.
I fumbled in the presence of a bumble bee.
The beauty of a flower brought me to my knees.

I churned the butter in a butter cup
while the shy crows 'cawed' out bold
while listening to the Beatles
they pushed rock and it rolled.

I teased a leaf and threatened to leave
threw my arms up in a passing breeze.
Played London bridges with some saplings
stepping on live carpet, bare foot and blushing.

An Indian commorant fanned its prehistoric wings
so I waved back at the water turkey, laughing.
A flying squirrel played with its nuts,
while a pussy in a tree was on a feather hunt.

I heard the dove making love and
when the feathers flew, I knew ...
A hare raised up as a deer walked by
acquired some quills from a porcupine.

A Felvis, Black bellied, whistling, tree duck
flew by ... and didn't whistle.
But the Mallards quacked me up
to be about as crazy as a loon.

So I took a gander and got goosed
underneath a swaying spruce.
With all this noise I can't find serenity
along the banks of the river, Trinity.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

gram mer
by My Erotic Tail ©

gram mer

me was telled
words will fell,
if they aint spelt just rite.

that cuntry boy,
with a pincel or pin,
cant rite or tipe.

that skool is fo
me tu lern,
i beter do it rite.

mom said werds
cum from within
and beter grammers hipe.

that if you can read
me hart felt werds,
that wil be alll rite.

 

[LeBroz]

gram mer
by My Erotic Tail ©

gram mer

me was telled
words will fell,
if they aint spelt just rite.

that cuntry boy,
with a pincel or pin,
cant rite or tipe.

that skool is fo
me tu lern,
i beter do it rite.

mom said werds
cum from within
and beter grammers hipe.

that if you can read
me hart felt werds,
that wil be alll rite.

Have you no shame?
Is nothing sacred?
Do I have to ask?

Silly questions

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Have you no shame?
Is nothing sacred?
Do I have to ask?

Silly questions

I was thinking of writing another one and pulled it up for a reminder <grin>
I got a note from a young-n the other day that set my heart soaring cause kids write what they feel and it was misspelled and I had a day of thought...thank god she aint 21 and show it here ...lol <factors I know>

but the point is I didn't sit her down and TEACH her spelling ...I thanked her.

so I am stewing on a write about this....any ideas?

 

[LeBroz]

I was thinking of writing another one and pulled it up for a reminder <grin>
I got a note from a young-n the other day that set my heart soaring cause kids write what they feel and it was misspelled and I had a day of thought...thank god she aint 21 and show it here ...lol <factors I know>

but the point is I didn't sit her down and TEACH her spelling ...I thanked her.

so I am stewing on a write about this....any ideas?

Spent some time thinking thinking on this and the image that comes to mind is the contrast between youth and "maturity."

The youth sees possibilities and all that it can do ~ it wants to explore and stretch and grow. Boxes are things to use - not grow inside. Contrasted to the old folk with future's possibilities closed (most by choice) - submit, comform, obey, stick to the "rules."

Youth seeks to soar - the old folk want them tied to the ground.
Youth wants to know - the old folk tell them no, no, no.

Does that help??

 

[amber464]

as you advised

Wanna Shower?
by RhymeFairy ©

Hot rain showering all around,
pounding into my soft sensitive skin.

Tawny hair shimmering,
silken strands flowing,
down my slick wet back.

Open mouth taking nourishment,
from the Fountain Of Love.
As my taste buds explode,
from the steamy sensual drops.

Delicate fingers tracing,
blushing cheeks,
pouty pink lips.


Slow descent south,
across slender tight belly.
Hot pink nails rake,
down trembling thighs.

Dainty lil toes,
suspended on the soap dish.
Lean tan body pressed,
against the shower glass.

Jasmine permeating the air,
as steam covers every surface.
Moaning lil pants,
echoing off the walls.

Firm fingers roaming,
stroking scrumptiously,
on my spastic pink clit.

"Grasping the shower bar
gasping."
As my fondling fingers,
dive into my hot lil treasure.

Gliding so fast inside and out,
going harder,
stronger,
to my very center.

Deep inside to the very spot,
seeing stars,
as glitter rides the air.
My treasure clamps around,
my furious lil fingers.

Tight lil spasms shoot,
robbing me,
of my last screaming breath.

Wet hot honey trickles down,
clammy-tingling thighs.
Body shakes take over.
panting-panting-panting

Dainty lil foot slips,
while my fingers
reach for the bar.
Me falling on my ass,
into the slick,
wet shower floor.

Nothing hurt,
as far as I can tell.
Now that,
was my kind of shower.

how many times have we experienced this pleasure, immeasurable i'm sure. it made me smile knowingly aswell as laugh at the clumsiness we all display privately. thanx.

 

[amber464]

here's one i made earlier.

I submit

Do you know what it is that you do to me?
Spiderman, batman whatever guise you’re using today.
How any man can know my needs is baffling
And yet from the first moment you took care of me.

Do you understand the power you hold in your fingers?
When you use your magic powers and warm me from within,
An invisible face down the telephone line
Who makes me scream as he caresses my skin.

I cannot tell you I love thee, as you pierce my open flesh.
The weight of your body restrains me, but my gaze speaks the truth.
My breath has escaped me in long sensual motion,
As I bite my lip in that obvious way; that tells me you’ve won once again.

To do battle in lust is one thing, but to war in love is a waste
So like Scarlett and Rhett lets do battle,
But not of the ferocious intent, but enjoy of the flesh that we’re given
And succumb to the wine…… I relent.

trashy literary novice seeks advice and support, go to it guys!

 

[My Erotic Tale]

woohooo...okay

here's one i made earlier.

I submit

Do you know what it is that you do to me?
Spiderman, batman whatever guise you’re using today. <<Batman / disguise
How any man can know my needs is baffling
And yet from the first moment you took care of me.

Do you understand the power you hold in your fingers?
When you use your magic powers and warm me from within,
An invisible face down the telephone line
Who makes me scream as he caresses my skin.

I cannot tell you I love thee,
as you pierce my open flesh.
The weight of your body restrains me,
but my gaze speaks the truth.
My breath has escaped me in long sensual motion,
As I bite my lip in that obvious way;
that tells me you’ve won once again.

<line breaks show a pause in the read>

To do battle in lust is one thing,
but to war in love is a waste
So like Scarlett and Rhett lets do battle,
But not of the ferocious intent,
but enjoy of the flesh that we’re given
And succumb to the wine…… I relent. < always three dots> no more no less>

trashy literary novice seeks advice and support, go to it guys!

I like the poem...
love is war and battle seems REAL harsh but..I know what you mean..
I am no critic and know squat about poetry and most here are amature wanta be critics... <no professionals> but every single person seems to find different things that they would change about a poem so as you ask for advice remember that most here can only give opinions, and a few reveal in telling people how to write <laughing> the few that do know what they are talking about rarely review.

I hope that helps and if you want indepth disection...post it in a thread on the forum and hold on to your hard hat cause a rain storm of opinions will fall upon it <grin>

bottom line...good poem...I like the super hero touch touching from a distance.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Fishing with Scooby-Do

The jig is up
the fishing's down
nine men sitting
all around

I walked up
and said, "How do?"
then began fishing
with my Scooby-do

Knee slappin' laughs
and breathless gasps
as I continued
to reel and cast

"Ain't that for kids"
one bloke bloked
"My young'uns got one"
another joked.

It was two foot long
old, not new
kid color purple
and Scooby-do

Then the pole bent
all eyes were glue
the line jerked more
splashing water strew

"Lucky" they said
till my stringer grew
catching more fish
with my Scooby-do

"What kinda lure
you got there,"
I just smiled
casting thru the air

Ten men fishing
but I was the only one
who caught fish
when the day was done

I went fishing
the very next day
I didn't receive
any wordy play

Every one had
fishing poles new
yep, they was fishing
with Scooby-dos

...and Snoopys too!