Haiku

[Voboy]

July, silver skies:
The air, an unwelcome hug;
The breeze, refreshless.

 

[AlinaX]

how many insects
find their death in the water
of the garden pool

 

[Voboy]

how many insects
find their death in the water
of the garden pool

Lots. But not enough.
Now? More syllables needed
To be a haiku.

 

[Bamagan]

'Pop' goes the weasel,
a messy victim of my
mustelid zapper

 

[TrailerHitch]

I am tightly wound

Lost not found, will not rebound

Don’t dare make a sound

 

[elizaloo]

Forty years ago
you would have died, Surgeon said
Blown appendix gone

 

[Jackie.Hikaru]

Rain raps the tin roof
Thunder hums a muted tune
Count the lucky stars

 

[AlinaX]

what need has a slut
for votes and comments? beware
or be were? ask not

 

[Bamagan]

Sluts use votes like plugs,
Or so I have heard it said.
Stuffing the 'ballot'.

Comments, I expect,
are akin to dildoes.
Sometimes they vibrate.

 

[AlinaX]

happy one hundred
by the way - but who's counting...
a hundred more, please!

 

[Bamagan]

I will if there's time!
You might like one that's coming...
It has a futa!

 

[AlinaX]

how many fictions
have profited in the ink
of Bathory's blood?

 

[AlinaX]

red streak on the wall
how does one little insect
carry so much blood?

 

[Voboy]

The infernal whine:
Always near the ear, somehow.
Itches will follow.

 

[EbersMoll]

The long probe stiffens
Careful, inevitable,
Insertion takes place.

 

[AlinaX]

legs in high stirrups
she surrenders herself to
a close encounter

 

[Bamagan]

Is she on horseback?
The saddle horn is great fun
when you're galloping.

 

[AlinaX]

the little grey men
with their little injectors
pressed hard about her

 

[Jackie.Hikaru]

Yank hard on my reins.
Prick me with your nasty spurs.
Brace for a wild ride.

 

[AlinaX]

dirty road ahead
spur me with your nasty pricks
till the end is nigh

 

[Bamagan]

Passion unbridled,
No sense to reigning it in...
Give that mare her head!

 

[Voboy]

Hair wrapped tight, bareback,
Hips surging between clenched thighs...
Horse-riding, gang. Chill.

 

[pearlsenecio]

Play time is over
Time to be your little spoon
Blissful, racing hearts

 

[Voboy]

Yearning. Frustrated.
Heat oppresses my ardor.
Too humid to cum.

 

[AlinaX]

lightning splits the night
from carpathia's little toe
across the river