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And here we have poetry. This one’s amazing, for lots of reasons. Lower-case is rare, but she’s capitalized “I”. I’m sure she wrote it, too, sitting there by the mirror, so carefully. I come to you on my knees tonight I
She said be my Femboi 24/7 night and day Dressed only in high heels,makeup lingerie. If I’d commit to pictures, videos, live cams and naughty play? Take BBC in every hole, gagged with Bustier! Whatever she desired my mouth, throat, anal play, I was
Succubus emergeFrom the well of my desireClaim me, enslave meDraw me deep into your fireLet our bodies both submerge
Goddess * * A mother, I need more than a maiden’s weight Just slender enough around the waist My reaching arms can carve A belly curve, a buttock cleft. A lover, needing finger strength, resilience I knead the thighs for patience Measure cardi
Buried * * Your head in pillows Knees in sheets My left thumb in your ass My right hand in your hair Cock in cunt seeking your cervix Us. Deep in the earth of this obsession ~Arjay Eiff
A butterfly pinned Suddenly mute, immobile Trapped against a board You pierce me from a picture And my desire is exposed ~Arjay Eiff
I have bounded my worship I spurn your supple limbs Your sinuous swerving form The pert attention of your twin deities The fiery cascade waterfall of hair Just keep your perfect gaze on me And I’ll keep faith in you ~Arjay Eiff
The Game* *I taste the metal hasp, cold steelSpit dripping down your tired armLet my tongue trace your lips aroundThe hard intrusion of the gag*I like to watch the way the tips of your toesStrain and flicker: red to white to redHoping to relieve the screa
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MoltenI have pierced your molten coreThe fiery heart of darknessWell of ancient powerIn which you claw me deeperDrawing out my spilled libationLava melting in the magmaLost in a sudden gout of flame.Your own eruption, suddenShakes the worldUnbidden quakes
Strangers touch the train’s arm rest, sitting after meSharing the aroma of my parting gift to you.Arjay Eiffhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/Arjay-Eiff/e/B005DHJXASplease read, rate and review
StrideDrop your diffidence Shy sidling into the room This place is one of safety A sanctuary of our own Stride out body bare Breasts brazen, hips asway Claim, proclaim your rights As mistress of this space Demand your due of pleasuring Of my sweat and
The first time ever you sucked my dickI saw my cum splash on your eyesAnd to swallow not spit was the gift you gaveTo the pale and spurting stream of my spermTo the pale and spurting streamThe first time ever I pierced your assI felt your ring tight on
Just because I’m a ever-changing zany who wants to live 10000 lives, I’ve decided that I’m going to prepare myself to arrive to my thirties as a brechtian punk performer who does stand up punk-slapstick versions of Brecht’s poems,
“I thank you for your part in my journey” -C. Quinn
Yes love, you’re a tempest, With stormclouds in your chest, lightning between your fingertips, And a laugh that cuts through me like a thunderclap, Rattling the windows of my soul. However, I am an ocean. Rage across me, frenetic. Return to me, becalmed
honhonhon: I was buying more shirts on Zazzle so I (Sherlock drawing by reapersun!) eheuehueheuhe i need to reblog this because zazzle poetry is my favorite tumblr blog okay edit: link to this shirt in their store here edit 2 : link to my original art
I Love Him
Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night To a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurr
pattiurschef:El gordito Poetry in motion. And I like my poetry really, really fat.
A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking. chills. i got goosebumps like braille all over my skin.
I was going through old journals and found this poem and laughed a bunch. When I was 15 through 17, I use to perform slam poetry. Apparently I’ve always been a sex obsessed little fucker. And apparently I also thought I was Rico Suave. “My
manlycolors101: /as I get closer to the end./ — P.S. Who says poetry has to be boring. My poetry is like King Kong, It climbs the Empire State building then beats its chest when a plane comes near. And my poems does it every single day of the year.
lifeinpoetry: “You think you are possessing me – / But I’ve got my teeth in you.” — Angela Carter, from “Unicorn,” Unicorn: The Poetry of Angela Carter
my body; the exit wound
the château of my heart
derangedrhythms:Come back. Sound my deep and I / will fathom you.Rebecca Lindenberg, from ’Unsonnet: Dark Matter’
theoptia:Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis”Text ID: I’ve always preferred Cain. / His angry / loneliness, his / lack of mother’s / love, his Christian / sarcasm: “Am I / my brother’s keeper?” / asks
I remember writing this about a couple people in my life at the time. Nostalgia at it’s finest.
Once upon a midnight DEAL WITH IT. I give a fuck, nevermore. merely a bro, nothing more. #suddenly there came a swagging as of someone gangsta rapping #rapping at my chamber door Quoth the raven, “Swag galore” #edgar allan bro And
onlyfoolsandvikings: My skull studies slowly turned into sassy Yorick studies
loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart: i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much: vangoghstars: sparkafterdark: glamour-parade: How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented
story-dj: Love and Space Dust Poems from my anthology, Love and Space Dust. The full book is out now and available as: ** Amazon.com Paperback - Amazon.com Kindle - Lulu Publishers Paperback - Amazon.co.uk Kindle - Amazon.co.uk Paperback - Signed
peekmag: My dream since I was a little girl was to have my own advice column in a magazine. I’m a writer, I plan on publishing a poetry book and I have started writing a novel. I have a blog with my poetry, I want to major in psychology and English,
I’m debating about posting my 2 poems that I wrote last night but I’m a bit concerned about people stealing it:/
kirstenbreathesandlivesbooks: The more I read poetry, the more I wish I had started reading it sooner, just so I could have more time to read more and more poetry. I’m reading “Who Says Words with My Mouth?” by Rumi and I love it already. My favorite
I finally copied down one of my poems into the final copy/book of poetry that I’m writing and it actually feels great. I’m incredibly painfully shy of all of my expressions so it’s a big relief to be able to do this.
My poetry is evolving more and more and I am starting to see how this book will look. It’s becoming real
today I read one of my friends a poem of mine and his reaction was priceless. First he was silent, and then he was like “that was FUCKING AMAZING.” He started to cry and then asked me to read it again so I did. He said that if I kept writing
tried (well I did) write a poem about all of the women I have been involved with. After realizing that this would be an extremely long poem, I narrowed it down to the women that had the most affect on my life. Also, those that I to think I had affected
myotherthoughtsblog: i wonder if you know just how badly my heart sinks each time you say later. I’ll talk to you later i understand for the most part but it still makes me a touch sad it can be hard to coordinate communication i don’t know when
xxx
So it wouldn’t let me post an audio link for some reason. But nevertheless, due to an amazing amount of pestering from friends, here is one of my favorite and most recent pieces, spoken by yours truly. Sorry for the roughness of my voice, Texas
Stop yelling at me I am not the punching bag your voice lands on when you’re angry every word damages my self esteemStop yelling at me I have scars made of syllables and consonants I do not deserve your verbal garbage I do not deserve
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
you are my only
Kiss My Grits 💋
I grew my hair so you have something to grab on to while I eat you out.
Intelligence
A boy like a rainy day
love to the poet
Poetry Over Prose
theblasianwitch:THE JOURNEY by Mary OliverOne day you finally knewWhat you had to do, and began,Though the voices around youKept shoutingTheir bad advice —Though the whole houseBegan to trembleAnd you felt the old tugAt your ankles.“Mend my
