The List

[vrosej10]

2.

a one night stand
with a mistaken sense of his own grandeur,
which was very small,
later he tried to kill me
so I've got some ill will.​

 

[vrosej10]

3.

this one took his toll
husband number one wanted my soul as a trophy
but he could give a good humber, if that's your thing
it's not mine
and he had a thing for toes.​

 

[vrosej10]

3+4+5

that was one interesting relationship
all together fun if you get the drift
five was a liar though
and he had to go
four got obsessed
and three grew up.​

 

[vrosej10]

6+7

six was in december, I think
seven I don't remember
bad booze, BAD!​

 

[vrosej10]

8.

Eight I swore I'd never screw,
but have to say the boy came through
and through came
and came
and came.
He almost lost a finger...not what you are thinking.​

 

[vrosej10]

9.

nine was fine
but a thief
he stole more than my heart
and I wore the blame for years.
I'd like to get my hands on the boy...​

 

[vrosej10]

10.

this was the mate of the guy i wanted to date
ended up with him cause I was too late coming back alas
he had a penis shaped like a mushroom
he was a fun guy.​

 

[vrosej10]

11.

this one was a weirdy
did he kill her or didn't he?
I am not sure I want to know
and his kink far exceeded sucking toes.​

 

[vrosej10]

12.

He's my man as it stands, husband number two
I'll just say he is grand and leave the supposition to you...​

 

[some_poet]

one amazing poem, and this amazing phrase reaches out beyond the rest.

wonderful.

wow, someone is reading these!

Thank you for reading and pointing out what you like. This has been a very cathartic exercise. Maybe I will turn some of these into a real poem. I was considering starting a blog, confessions of a sex addict, but I am worried it will make me want to keep up this mad pace, no, worried it will accelerate it. I thought if I relived some experiences from the past couple of years it would take the edge of the urge to stray. time will tell

 

[some_poet]

six was in december, I think
seven I don't remember
bad booze, BAD!​

Thank you for posting these! I am enjoying reading your journey~

 

[some_poet]

22 rockstar

saw you on the news
reporter called your boots sexy
damn, she should see what is right
under your jeans riding cowboy I still
wonder what that beautiful body
is doing in my arms

took a plan crash t make me see
you, me, relative position, we both ran
when we heard the explosion,
beating the singe and smoke
and collapse

they promised to let me reschedule the room
I will use it for number 25

the bundle of nerves beyond my cervix
regrets this decision good lord only
you can reach that spot magnum
with a marine body to move it
I might miss you

then again, there is always spring
I know how to find you
sky clear
soft face worship

 

[some_poet]

paging number 5

come in number 5 I miss you
broken glass in the alley behind the 9:30 club
brick pressed god you were a skinny puppy take me back there
take me up skirt let the young punks watch see what time
does to the body
to the shame, none

I still need you number 5
twenty some years passed
still my chin on your seam still
this touch

you wondered why we did not visit
while travelling abroad
I did not want to see you with yours
me with mine together trapped in our binds

I want you free
shag carpet naed
music pounding so hard below we can be as loud as we want
no one will know care, otherwise

I wanted to be the one who took off on that plane
while you were still
concrete bound

lord I just want to give myself
to love on you love on you worship

you have me

 

[DrewberryLess]

Move
god
away
to touch some
puppy trapped on
my back valley's shag carpet while
music still pounding hard. No one will care who give who
to worship behind club 9. Young
skinny punks need love
not broken
glass 5
years
passed

Cento
Source: paging number 5 by some-poet

 

[DrewberryLess]

saw
my
soft, clear
face on your
soft, clear face again
beautiful beyond reach. Only
sexy relative
to smoke, singe
cow and
damn
boots

Cento
Source: 22 rockstar by some-poet

 

[champagne1982]

Number One

He was beautiful and fast.
Me? I was just fast.

 

[fsa52]

The one before this current beau was nearly 25 years ago.
I thought I loved him, my mistake.
My sad little heart he tried to break.

 

[some_poet]

the possibility

enter the proving ground
row on row I march with a side step
twist, recitin
Charles's Law and the order of Dr. Who actors
just enough glitter to catch your eye
without sending in the clowns
see you have me writing poetry
guess something must be working

 

[some_poet]

23 not impressed

I was late for coffee
you checked me out from across
the parking lot~ neither
of us impressed but good enough
for fucking purposes, I mean
we did both get in the car and drive,
why not finish the day

tattoo
cigarettes
cheap hotel
why did we bother?
there is nothing new here,
nothing memorable

 

[some_poet]

paging number 13

it is not that I don't love you
problem is I do

why the hell did you have to do it?
fall for me so hard
bring me into your home?
I saw her slippers there in the bathroom
when I went to wash up.
Petite, pink, slippers.
Her feet were inside them this morning
before work.
Her feet will be coming home to them tonight
These slippers on the bathroom floor.

We cannot be.

 

[DrewberryLess]

Just
pink
enough,
cheap enough,
impressed enough,
memorable enough to catch
them for her fucking writing purposes this morning

Cento
Source: paging number 13, 23 not impressed, and the possibility by some-poet

 

[some_poet]

DrewBerryLess, I am thoroughly enjoying your creations. What a beautiful thing to do, boil down to the essence of a thing and drizzle it on the plate.

:licking my fingers:

 

[DrewberryLess]

Thank you for sharing your poems with everyone on the site.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

No number

I meant nothing to you
nor you to me,
only remembered
for my very first multiple orgasm!

 

[Palba_Noruda]

1. R.D.

elevator doors opened
'ssup you muttered
ducking your head down
to get through the door.

I nearly dropped my milk crate
of cassette tapes and journals~
who can guess what my father thought
dropping me off, first year co-ed dorm
with the biggest darkest man we had
ever seen.

All I knew was that I would have him.
Some way I would get him. Although
this was not as I had planned,
blood soaked through comforter, blankets, sheets
mattress pad awake alone putting quarters in the
machine, re-writing the story to not include
the fist pounding no no why bother struggling ease
into cries of pain, thinking how much they sound
like pleasure I had heard on those movies
the boys sneaked into our sweet sixteen slumber
parties.




I don't see you anymore or hear your sadistic words
with that LA ghetto drone. I know it was what I asked for.
You just filled the role. Center star, they called your name, pushed your plays.
I looked you up. Many times. I know now how to make you
be the one to beg. The things I would do with those fingers that could
palm the ball without a stretch.

a one night stand
with a mistaken sense of his own grandeur,
which was very small,
later he tried to kill me
so I've got some ill will.​

keep it up, these are great
i think i'll try it in a while