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[UnderYourSpell]

Take it down, take it down,
sweaty locks three days bound,
snarl and tear, slick and wet

Blinked for a moment @ 'brush job'

 

[butters]

Blinked for a moment @ 'brush job'

lol

our company had arrived and he dragged his arse in from working outdoors - was posting while i tried to make something tidier of his mane!

 

[CucumberLemonade]

UNTITLED
(a Haiku)

Sweating from her heat,
Pole stiffened, he clenched his teeth.
Splurting gave relief!

 

[CucumberLemonade]

UNTITLED 2
(a Haiku)

Her virgin asshole,
Tight; wanting his pole!
Surrender control...

 

[CucumberLemonade]

UNTITLED 3
(a Haiku)

Sybian, her first
She stride it good, then she bursts!
Collapsed, now she thirsts.

 

[CucumberLemonade]

UNTITLED 4
(a Haiku)

Swallowed, inch by inch;
Reflex accommodating.
Hair held high, she gags!

 

[butters]

toppling the dipole

his north and south
compromised;
an ever-increasing frequency.

tortured magnetic fields
battle. which will win today,
poet or troll?

 

[Lyricalli]

Texts followed the phone call
echoing chorus
each of your friends joined in
clattering disharmony
blaring variations on the same theme

"this sucks"

Too simple, too trite
so unfitting an occasion
that cries out for so much more

But there is no more

no more time
no more words
they're all so inadequate
no more games
laughs
hugs
heart to hearts
beers, cheers, aquavit toasts

no more you

shocked and unsettled in grief
grasping for some worthy expression
to contain everything awful that is this moment

and, I'm sorry, my beautiful friend
that we can't do better
not yet

this fucking sucks

 

[Lyricalli]

I think I know where I fit
for a moment
that I can never grab hold of
inevitably feel like these
green things declared weeds
I'm pulling from the ground
to make way for better flowers
unrooted, unnecessary, replaceable
and I feel a little empathy
though they don't give a fuck
and maybe I shouldn't either
but I'm foolish
and I do

 

[Lyricalli]

Fumbling for some way
to say I miss you
when I see you every day
so close, just out of touch
stop to think maybe
you don't want to hear
it's a little too much
too hard, too soft
unwanted

and maybe you're missing me

 

[Lyricalli]

Practice doesn't make perfect
or make it easier
or ease the hurt
of a heart coming undone
again, again, again

Doesn't change the desire to fight
the reflex to hold on
asking why

Doesn't do a damn thing
but make you question
your sanity
for being willing
to do it all again
and again

 

[29wordsforsnow]

In a little garden corner

Azaleas everywhere
little ball room dresses
in red, pink, lilac, and so on
lifted up high that say
"This is the way."
lipstick-overdosed Os
mouthing, "Be my guest."

If it wasn't for the prudish roses
hiding inside their buds,
I would lean down,
shoo away the bees
and inhale their glorious scent.

 

[Lyricalli]

Keep staring at this damn screen
so many words swirling
that can't seem to find their way
through the sad exhaustion
that slides in when the numb
wears off and it all gets lost
in the blurry blues and greys
fuck me for trying
like it mattered in the first place

 

[Lyricalli]

I start messages I can't finish
over and over again
three times tonight alone
and I feel the defeat every time
leaving me numb
a little while longer
and maybe that's why I try
because it's becoming comfortable
this dullness that keeps
mourning from coming

 

[Lazaran]

I start messages I can't finish
over and over again
three times tonight alone
and I feel the defeat every time
leaving me numb
a little while longer
and maybe that's why I try
because it's becoming comfortable
this dullness that keeps
mourning from coming

Message received......and understood.

Keep sending operator Lyricalli.

Your signal is coming across loud and clear on all frequencies.

It reached my mind and touched my heart.

Keep.......sending.

 

[Lyricalli]

It reached my mind and touched my heart.

Keep.......sending.

Thank you

 

[Lyricalli]

My dreams strange
and not filled with you
unsure whether to be sad
or grateful
and so I'm both

 

[Lazaran]

.
Lost in dark distracted thought
her words cut through the malaise
I am found
I am saved

 

[Lyricalli]

Barely awake today
nothing but the ache
in my head as company
meditating the consequence
of choices
choosing to trust
when love will rip your guts
letting it back in
again, even after its sin
defying the logic
that pain is the only end
in one way or another

 

[Winter_Fare]

Go home, finger, you're drunk

And used a vibrator instead

She said

 

[EllenMore]

a smear on the windshield
right in the eye-line
of a frantic driver
desperately trying to pull the water spray lever
and wash what’s left away with
sweeping blades

Wiper Blades

I admit he looked hot,
but it was late
and the bar was closing.

That I left with him
was that stupidity that sex
uses to control our brains.
Around two in the morning
I wanted him out of here,
but all that drink had him out
and finely imitating the dead.

I sat up in the living room,
reading Anne Brontë
and drinking tea,

praying to Margaret Sanger
that I'd been careful enough
to be able to forget him

as yet another late night error.

 

[todski28]

Wiper Blades

I admit he looked hot,
but it was late
and the bar was closing.

That I left with him
was that stupidity that sex
uses to control our brains.
Around two in the morning
I wanted him out of here,
but all that drink had him out
and finely imitating the dead.

I sat up in the living room,
reading Anne Brontë
and drinking tea,

praying to Margaret Sanger
that I'd been careful enough
to be able to forget him

as yet another late night error.

Headlights Through The Window
Midnight Her House....


the whirlwind
merry-go-round of lost and found
where connection is only as deep
as as I can thrust
only as deep as you can take...

as if we’re just electrical conduits
a socket on a wall
a plug that gets jammed in
a machine that’s used until it’s done

A cycle of what if’s and maybes
that doesn’t seem to be a setting on
the washer

and yet her skin sets fire to my sex
to me
flirtation is smooth
as velvet sheets I can already feel
under my palms
her lips
my lips fighting to try and devour the other
in a struggle to douse the flames
the booze helped light

eagerness as she thrust her hips up
so I can tear her jeans away
the half a second pause as my thick fingers
hook into the sides
scent of alcohol on her
makes me want to drink
not sit back and think about how cheap
it is
how plastic the arrangements are

just a monochrome
noir film
but for me
for now it seems as if it’s enough

and I don’t know her well enough to know if she
faked it
don’t know if she even likes my tongue
caressing her clit slowly
wether she prefers my fingers in
as she drips that slick wet that lets a man know
she wants him, or at the very least wants sex

I tease and caress
not sure wether she’s wriggling because it’s good
or if she’s trying to get comfortable
or she’s trying to move my tongue to
that
one
spot
there that’s her spot and hers alone

because we lost the patience for exploration
thinking that random encounters of the
hook up culture
the removal of those social barriers would make us all
happier
rather than just strangers
giving into flash urges

her hands in my hair
the shudder of her thighs
the crash as her knees try to come together
are tell tale signs
that she isn’t fake
the soft pulse of her on me as I slide deep
erases everything
until all there is
left is a blur of ass and the slap
of skin

and after
my heart racing
sweat trickling
I roll off
and it’s awkward
But I’m spent
I’m tired
and I don’t know her well enough
to offer my chest as a pillow
to caress her thighs and joke
how she could put that on Facebook
just so her friends know who’s getting it
for real and with who....

So all I know Is it could be more than nothing
and it could all be something I wake up and regret

So I pray to bukowski
and Ninkasi
that beer sex and poetry are enough

 

[EllenMore]

as she drips that slick wet that lets a man know
she wants him, or at the very least wants sex

It's Not Your Technique

I neither welcome nor want
that damned genetic need
to couple with some man I barely know

because his hair, his car, his beard,
or even that strong jaw,
handsome as it is,

whispers to my thighs
I want your children.
Why I sleep with you anyway

even when I kick you out in the morning
is because I like it,
and you can thank both God and Darwin for that.

 

[todski28]

It's Not Your Technique

I neither welcome nor want
that damned genetic need
to couple with some man I barely know

because his hair, his car, his beard,
or even that strong jaw,
handsome as it is,

whispers to my thighs
I want your children.
Why I sleep with you anyway

even when I kick you out in the morning
is because I like it,
and you can thank both God and Darwin for that.

The golden dawns cliche burns on dulled retinas
the aches in my body
the purple bruise running across my pelvis
because there was need and want
demanding I pay homage
to it

kneeling ankles on my shoulders
her ass resting on my thighs
the small smirk of a man
that realises a one night stand
may have been all he was worth
but gave as good as he got

and somewhere she was screaming for god
and cursing Darwin under her breath
yearning to fill
emptiness with sex
and behind the lies we tell ourselves

coercion is still a bard
the sings to our loins
and I know
the musk of her on me
when I shower
will be enough to call back to god
to Darwin
to falling into lava
and burning even if it was only a few hours

 

[dirtylittlecucker]

pour upon me
that my chagrin is genuine.
your love for the faint
and weak and weary.
I is the facet
that mars your inhibitions.
Fear? Never with a grip
of constancy.
you are constant.
tomorrow will come
with tears and anguish.
but now is the fraction
of pain. of bliss.