Poetry Blogs (lust)

She came to me with pride
and with her sealed conditions
said she wanted someone she could trust
with a preposition 
to ease her cobwebbed lust

It was cold out there on the avenue
I'd been walking lonely for some way
it was the idleness of her greeting
it was the warmth of the fire within

There was little choice to make
and nothing new to say
just come inside, keep it between
the u...

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"boop boop beep beep boop bup bip beep" go the alerts and synaptic responses

too fast to process, too repetitive to want to

"spit that out, it's toxic" I warned

as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid

he would slice open a vein and welcome drama directly if she asked him to

surreptitious texting continues beneath the table

eyes downcast, thumbs flying ...

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maybe you're amazed by mayhem.  sweet mayhem.

chaos colored lipstick screams, tumultuous as she licks her lips

a wild and tangled disarray, her hair - a disheveled decadent disorder

cascading down past swaying hips

rolling, undulating as she slips

her thoughts into your consciousness

ideas driven by desire insinuate, penetrate

intoxicate, obliterate but never deviate

her ha...

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Preamble

As a teen, my mam used to put the mockers on my Friday nights out by saying “If you meet any girls treat them with respect, they are someone’s daughter or sister, don’t be having any casual sex or one-night stands”

Last Saturday night I was out with my mate

He is meeting his bird, I am on a blind date

He’d said she was fit, but from where I was sat

She looks like ...

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Meltdown

The furnace of her loins

glowed red with passion

comcentrated lust

oozing from every pore

of her writhing body ;

THEN

THE

BLOODY

PHONE

RANG !

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Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,

  unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,

all encompassing Nut,

 whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.

  of such fierce womanhood I would hear.

 But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,

  Only for that bulbous bum.

 Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad! 

Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,

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