just porn

I'm six foot two, what
am I supposed to do but
use your head as coaster
When you blow me......

OMFG! I'm not going to say why this is so funny to me, but you just brought back a memory from my youth.

But... I do not believe that is a true haiku...
 
Todski comes with a warning label....


Met her at the club, tiny
little thing, we laughed
as I joked My quad was bigger
than her waist, tested it,
My leg was bigger,
she liked the Big men,
silly little thing.

she was kind enough to
come back to mine,
for a roll about on the
bed I had behind a couch
classy broad in a share
house of dudes, didn't mind
so long as she got stewed.

Things proceed in the usual
manner, get naked, get to it
she gets excited, starts to scream
Harder she urges,
what's a man to do but
deliver,
things start to slap,
her screams ring out
she urges
HARDER
ego on the line,
pull out all stops,
ass a blur, hammering her
like a sewing machine,
she wailing and screaming
Start thinking, I am the man
her screams change tone,
I slow my pace to see what
has happened, she lays there
prone, rolls to her side cries.

drive her to the hospital
wait two hours for a doctor
MRI reveals, twisted pelvis
car accident trauma
as long as she lives
chiropractic visits,

Who would have thought a simple fuck
could cause permanently damaged luck?
 
Hovering, shaking,
feeling everything above you;
your thoughts are screaming
at me.

I know.

You want to tell me.

It makes you feel dirty
to ask
for my mouth,
my tongue.

I know it's what you want
me to do.

Touch you,
slender and hard.
Now kiss,
slow.
I ask you.
Speak it.
Tell me.

I'll slide down slow
one side,
and up other,
slow and wet.
Circle the tip,
warm and waiting,
Hold.

Right.

There.

Want of the soul
trembling the air all around
 
hips lurch forward
like a clutch released to quick
jerk and stutter
rock forward onto the balls of my feet

head lulls eyes open, closed to sight
it a all about the heat
the wet and teeth

the slow
draw of a thick Cuban cigar
as you devour reason and sense

overwhelm me
in that moment I would sign away
my life if you
just don't stop

I want it fast
I want to last
as swirls you whirl
a hum that tingles
up my spine

the depths you take me
a free dive
a swallow
that almost tips
me of the edge you have led
me too

You want all the power
down on your knees
looking up
There you have me beg
plead for you to ease th ache
that resides
I have no resistance left

as you press with deft precision
a final stroke
that cuts me down

leaves my head spun
as if I'm bleeding out
 
my poor attempt

I wonder, who is she this wise soul who pierces through the mask I wear?
No, clever, retorts here, only unvarnished temporality. Her hand envelops, sustains commands.
I wonder, is there a drop of her I might envelop in as guide and hope, and mortal remnant
 
I planned all day
for that moment
when we meet
our bodies pine for the
tactile
for the senses to sup
on banquet rich all you cant eat
platters

meticulous messages
with naughty laced intent
double entendres and euphemisms
crafted to batter her into submission
enough to induce toilet visits and the fear
that there is some unexplainable wet patch
on her white dress

long anguish pain, written strained
stained like bed sheets post coitus
we meet home for the aftermath
of that morning,

her words to me
before she choked my voice
with tongue and lips

I have no time for your teasing
no time for this tracing
of trying to draw me out
I am out
I am wet
fuck me

sharp intake of breath
processed in flash
of flare bright illumination
backpedal blind run passion
bouncing off walls, picture frames fall
we made the kitchen
before I peeled her layers
ripped her round hell bent
refrigerator dent
her ass planted there

to stop her sliding down
I pin her like
an A grade paper proudly displayed
on its magnetic spike
this is raw meat and flesh skewered

the rattle revibrates in ramming rhythm
some kind of meat tenderizer
as glasses smash and spreads mix
the milk leaks hard from its slit
arms wrapped round my neck
pussy wrapped round my cock
before she spills
a scream and
a trickle a couple of drops
before the container busts
a flood of pineapple sweet
dripping treat
 
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Confident hands grab
gentle pressure applies
your cries increase
a beat as that involuntary taut
squeeze tightens your grip
on the length of me

power dominant strength
Brute force flings arms and legs
into positions that yoga teachers would admire
uncomplicated animalistic
floor, to bench,
flesh pierce, scrape skin
as I touch those places within

toes crunched like parentheses
argh, ahh, ohh
yes
Neanderthal grunts thrust into the air
fuck me,
fuck,
,fuck

Ahhh, ahh
ahhh
ah

Twitching wet shudders quiver
on my shaft
as you fall off
to catch your breath

Predator eyes watch
for that moment of vulnerability
so I can attack you again
 
Provocation

Such a subtle sexuality burns
through your innocent facade.
Like an ingenue, you seem
unaware of how you look to me.
I know the hours of effort spent
to keep your breasts held high
enough to round a glimpse

down open Vs and tantalize
my lips with imagined pebbled
nubs. Nips that send erotic steam
down to aroused flesh, itching
to feel yours spread wet, hot
and full against mine.

You know your exquisite timing
draws attention to your smile,
and that demure tucking in
of your chin, reminds that more
is lower down and lower still,
across the gently mounded
humps of muscle and plump
flesh. Hidden in a damp crevice

a spring awaits the thirsty
traveller, tempted to slake
the burning thirst lust fires
inside mind and mindless
muscle and sinew and swollen
sex organs, pulsing in answer
to your provocation danced
up there upon the bar
 
Provocation

Such a subtle sexuality burns
through your innocent facade.
Like an ingenue, you seem
unaware of how you look to me.
I know the hours of effort spent
to keep your breasts held high
enough to round a glimpse

down open Vs and tantalize
my lips with imagined pebbled
nubs. Nips that send erotic steam
down to aroused flesh, itching
to feel yours spread wet, hot
and full against mine.

You know your exquisite timing
draws attention to your smile,
and that demure tucking in
of your chin, reminds that more
is lower down and lower still,
across the gently mounded
humps of muscle and plump
flesh. Hidden in a damp crevice

a spring awaits the thirsty
traveller, tempted to slake
the burning thirst lust fires
inside mind and mindless
muscle and sinew and swollen
sex organs, pulsing in answer
to your provocation danced
up there upon the bar

Long poems often have me skipping (or at least speed reading) yours don't. Quite a few people could learn from your poetry :rose:
 
I have breathed it, sensed it,
felt it tingling beneath my skin,
every time my lip curls up in a smile at some word or thought,
how much I want to tear back the vale
peer at your nakedness,
at the sopping wetness you hold,

I want to taste it
to be drunk on the scent of your arousal
to wear you like cologne splashed on my cheeks
your cries mingle with each dirty song we play
and I want your cum
I want to fuck you
I want.......
 
I have breathed it, sensed it,
felt it tingling beneath my skin,
every time my lip curls up in a smile at some word or thought,
how much I want to tear back the vale
peer at your nakedness,
at the sopping wetness you hold,

I want to taste it
to be drunk on the scent of your arousal
to wear you like cologne splashed on my cheeks
your cries mingle with each dirty song we play
and I want your cum
I want to fuck you
I want.......
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?
 
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?

Apparently.

naked lunch is however a great piece of literature...... ok I haven't read it but the movie was fucked up
 
She flirts with deviled grin
turning up the heat
before cooling again
a little show of spring as winters
fingers slide off their cold grip
a slip of sun light burst through clouds
that drip with moisture
loins ache at the bounty promised

gasped breath held
one, two, twenty
eyes petrified stone stares at all bared
fingers curl involuntary as they seek to caress
such contrast
raven black straight sheen
against palest white with pink capped mountain peaks

the dizzy loss of oxygen at such altitude
causes breath to pant in short
shallow
inhalations

The clink of belt buckles
as looped leather slides through brass clasps
slack jawed and saddled up
winter is banished with the crack of rawhide
ridden into quivering collapse
as the wet of springs sun - shower mist
trickles down my inner thighs
my ache has eased
 
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?

Kilmer's tree was made into a conference table for some Rutgers executive.
 
@ Todski, I like the image of vanquishing winter with the crack of rawhide. It makes me wonder how many rituals, small and large, were enacted in the attempt to control weather. Does weather know we're here?
 
shush whispered deep into you clavicle
as hands pin your wrists to your hips,
teeth slide hard as hot breath
chars a path up to your ear lobe

moaning a little
grind forward
your want simmers below the belt
as he turns up the flames,
the forceful thump
as pinned to the wall you squirm
in beaded droplets of heat boiled over
dampen your panties as he

passes both your wrists into one hand
nailing them to the wall
his lips, your lips
join together
as his free hand
rends your underwear
he whispers shush as you blush a deep crimson
and try your hardest to get him to fuck you
 
the crushing blow of a ringing slap
hollows out a cry as she begs
to be taken
slow and softly
enter in millimetres
another slap sour the sweet
interplay the sensation

delicate balance beam
sweetest juice rewards the patient
succours the hungry
ravenous to ravish
strawberry nipples bloom and peek through
the sheerest lace
trace the patterns
hands perch in place to taste the skin
beneath, a small tug
and it rips to the clipped cries
as I slide one deep thrust
inside

coarse fingers on fragile flesh
hardness cocooned
caressed in liquid fire
growl that throatiness
and groan out a whispered
fuck
into my teeth
taste my tongue
lose our thoughts
loose our beasts to meet the other
dizzy is a frame of mind
gasping is for the living
till la petite more
claims you
again and again
 
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