Sun warming my skin
Been so long since we've seen you
And summers over
by William Nippress
Five, seven and five?
I wish I studied counting
better in school
(see - even this one doesn't add up)
by Varsity Loser
Snow swirls about me,
driven by relentless winds
I continue towards home
by Varsity Loser
sometimes you arrive
to a place of fruition
completely alone
by vince
shame pillars galore
spurious claims, semaphore
scattershot, then gore
by Lush
autumnal despair
inverted vortex beware
evisceration
by Lush
rising blemishes
sing in epidermal braille,
"Seek some Clearisil!"
by Lush
try some poetry
"bad" or otherwise, shite's sake
preceding feeble
by Lush
sentence fulfilling
syllabic requirements
is not haiku
by Lush
is this it? she asks
great joy, like grief, is silent
for the first time, bliss
by vince
You should know SF!
This page is your physiatrist
Go play with yourself
by He never shuts up!!!!!
does group therapy
for the socially inept
have to take place here?
by sf
passionate exchange.
apparently wondering
if they are both males
by ?
Your masterbation
I give you this ecstasy
"So glad you're turned on"
by Tisme for snail
Needing adventure,
I might find my own trouble
just to stay awake.
by snail
Masturbating quite
profusely to those poems,
I still feel alone.
by snail
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
