judgment with warning
hedonist come puritan
vice is spice of life
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
it is about healing
for the sickness is that false
sense of something else
by sss
a little fine tune
to tune out the loose parts and
function properly
by sss
perversion and drugs
in the end boring, and just
leads to little death
by sss
I suggest a cold
shower, a pizza and a
sense of therapy
by sss
evil is just yet
another useless passtime
from the tao pretense
by sss
waiting patiently
hoping i make you lonely
to even the score
by vince
this pretty flower
will pale in comparison
when placed on your hair
by vince
My lips brushed your cheek
Run my hands down your body
Feel your warm soft curves
by Tisme for Snail of If this is perversion bring it on
So provocative
Kissing corners of your mouth
Feeling the softness
by Tisme for snail
Our breath hard and fast
My mouth moves down your neck
Passion takes control
by Tisme for Snail
I slide your dress off
held hard your soft body yields
my mouth searches you
by Tisme for snail
Kissing down your chest
I draw circles round your breast
Nudging your nipples
by Tisme for snail
Gently i bite you
As you gasp out soft delight
my mouth travles down
by Tisme for snail
Thanks for listening
to my earlier request.
Sorry I'm a perv.
by snail
With a broken brain
is responsibility
still about ethics?
by snail
He doesn't want me.
I can tell now, but I can't
seem to stop hoping.
by snail
I can never know
what the future holds for me
But I'll find out soon
by Adashi
balls deep catching groove
relentless rhythm arched back
ass begging for spank
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
she's head down ass up
Englishman enters world cup
please do mind the gap
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
May I please request
more erotic poetry?
That one turned me on.
by snail
I wish you could know
the joy of hearing music
as it sounds to me.
by snail
Hey, want some candy
little boy? My van is full
of sweetness for you.
by snail
it's gradual the
unfolding of human self
and drama, bittersweet
by bs
there is the freedom
of choice, some things cannot be owned
only experienced
by bs
I got her naked
I licked her intimately
She cried out a gasp
by Shame? Or Release? of She did not stop me
ash the paradox
i can be sugar and spice
but i am a boy
by ash
Which one does he fear,
being rejected by me,
or rejecting me?
by snail
He is leaving it
ambiguous on purpose,
and I can't tell why.
by snail
moneta romance
temple of Juno the place
creational sins
by oh those silly Romans
hue and cry from he
what???? said she.. then huff and huff
it went on like that
by dum dee dum
I need some soda
this gosh darn headache sucks ass
popaholic scream
by caffiene n sugar please
If love were a mere
commodity that could be
owned at will, I would.
by snail
Anger makes poor fuel.
Addiction is no escape.
All that counts is love.
by snail
Why worry so much
about following the rules?
Expression comes first.
by snail is doing somewhat better
so the addict fuels
things with anger for their lives
are wasted quite away
I am somewhat like
this, right now, and so don't care
as much what might be
by bs
how does one know the
addict won't just lash out and
harm you or himself?
by bs
in a sense of that
trial, the pain is too much but
it goes away, it's um
addiction, and the
reactions, predictable
but also tragic
by bs
the paradox of
faith is that you don't care of
small shit in this world
by bs
what does a lion
taste like, I mean i hear that
gator is fishy...
by bs
Gee, Snail, I hope you
Don't die-Just laugh a little, warm bath to relax
by Wound Fixer of Betterfield
ash is oh so sweet
her kus; expressive and neat
many years practice
by let us see ..
there are rules for hai
ku that appear to be large
ly unheeded here
by ash
a hungry lion
feed them the Christian's of faith
and what?? so they sing??
by and every who in whoville
a love for a hate
how about that practice..preach
it is kinda hard
by his thoughts are safe
voltaire wrote candide
about a man who broke the
rules of his time, and
in the tarot this
card is the fool, zero, left
portraits of mankind
by bs
the urge to express
emotions correctly, run
into social norms
in other words a collison of many worlds
by Anonymous Poet
sometimes the old show
robot chicken really does
the sign of these times
by bs
a child hasn't learned
the rules of behavior hence
they say, zen...no mind
by bs
we all have moments
where we play some role or deal
imperfectly, sez
by bs
