JUST SEX and POETRY
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5392 Jan 3, 2013
She called me up and told me......

"I think this man is sending me texts tonight because he wants to have sex
but I’m tired, plus I ignored him earlier and I do

want to say no and I do
want to tell you that this guy wants to fuck me,

right now, while you’re doing whatever in your
apartment or at a party, and I am just reading

silk and silent words marching like ghosts in bed
waiting for a text from you talking about how

this afternoon we saw each other.....and I want to tell you how much you mean to me."
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5393 Jan 3, 2013
I told you I was going to the bar to meet my friend,
but due to some of the things you said to me I was driving

on a drawbridge, and it lifted. Behind the bar are blue bombs
of nitrous and the music the girls are dancing to melts into a coating

like water silvering a one way street, the calm of looking but not
even being able to touch, of skin saying even though, life.

After a certain amount of time, glass gets powdered with wounds
shaped like a pixel too small to see.

There is no repairing of glass like that, there is only to melt it
down into molten and begin again, with a fresh soul. Inside

the shock on my skin right now, inside the mantle
that tells me I ought to be sorry, I ought to feel more,

I ought to learn something, and be alone for a while
is the pulse that chants about what I want to do, what I need

to do to be happy, how now that you don’t love me,
I can fuck dudes who are way hotter than you,

or just somehow different from you, the part that knows
I must plow through happiness, clearing myself a path

even with a machete, even with a spoon, the prosaic,
elbows and then under that, a mouth that wants

just to suck on human flesh, see the health
of a naked girl’s skin and feel

I am going to survive, feel that the world is truly
a marvel, and inside the body of that body

inside me, licking at the world, is the heart of that girl
whose love is as pure and simple as lust......
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5394 Jan 3, 2013
Somewhere around last year

I realized that the scarf strangling

my city could be fatal, started

trying to loosen myself

from myself wringing myself

with marigolds, which scare off ants

like lions uttered in the tongue

of human anvils, conquering lawns,

scaring God with eyeliner,

Mitzvahs and singing come in shudders

stretching across seconds, sailing

now I’m thinking those are the way out

sunlight stamping through the fabric

with its blades because the end

is muffled and it’s behind the only one

coughing and when I close my eyes

I can share in your smile, and I think

that takes some of the burden off

being you.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5395 Jan 3, 2013
Mescaline, mescaline, that’s my tipple of toxin.

Bit pretentious, mine’s an Amaretto on the rocks.

A book will give you all you need simpers the tiny reader on the aperitif woman’s head.

Bite hard on a porcupine, crumple it up and squeeeze out its poison onto your lips booms the Lion.

I like a concertina when it sings, steams the anvil man behind his mask of glass......

The Lone Ranger ain't no stranger here !

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5396 Jan 3, 2013
When you need to let go of someones hand,dont be afraid to be alone for a while.Wait and be patient,because someone in this world will find you soon.Somone whose hand will fit yours....
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5397 Jan 3, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
When you need to let go of someones hand,dont be afraid to be alone for a while.Wait and be patient,because someone in this world will find you soon.Somone whose hand will fit yours....
ENOUGH ALREADY!!

Hey Princess......it's about time you packed your stash, and left here...okay ?

I've asked you nicely before......now I'm asking you once more...

Kindly take your sugary quotations to some other web site so that I don't have to read them anymore.....(Actually I stopped that long time back)

I sometimes wish you would take
another holiday, A longish break.
Are you really convinced you have the right
to badger me by day and night?

There’s other things I want to do.
I love to write that is quite true
But these inane quotations you continually post here
are really exceeding what is sufficient or necessary....

STOP IT !!

I’d like a little time for fun
A bit of time to paint and draw
I don’t have time to anymore’
I have some books I want to read
but constantly you fill my head
with this ,more than is needed, desired,
required, or appropriate....

IT IS JUST superfluous CRAP....IN NO WAY IS IT POETRY
(not even sexy)....

cannot YOU see
Sometimes I need some time for me....

GO AWAY !

~Adrian DeVine.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5398 Jan 3, 2013
I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.

I give permission
For this slow spring rain to soak
The violet beds.

With a twitching nose
A dog reads a telegram
On a wet tree trunk.

Burning autumn leaves,
I yearn to make the bonfire
Bigger and bigger.

A sleepless summer night:
Yearning for what I never had
And for what never was.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5399 Jan 3, 2013
I love your throat, so fragrant, fair,
The little pulses beating there;
Your eye-brows’ shy and questioning air;
I love your shadowed hair.

I love your flame-touched ivory skin;
Your little fingers frail and thin;
Your dimple creeping out and in;
I love your pointed chin.

I love the way you move, you rise;
Your fluttering gestures, just-caught cries;
I am not sane, I am not wise,
God! how I love your eyes!
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5400 Jan 4, 2013
We sip mango margaritas
at a sidewalk café
and wait
for a warm breeze

I watch you touch the rim
of the glass, salty and wet
droplets of sweat fall
down your philtrum

You touch the nape of your neck
push unruly locks into submission
which you twist, round and round
between your thumb and forefinger

I remember I cannot touch you
so I move my hands
down the body
of the cold glass

My fingers stroke my neck
feel the cool contrast against my skin
I’d rather rub the lime from your drink
over your yielding lips and taste that tartness

Instead we talk incessantly
push night to her bursting edge
and prepare to leave it behind us
without ever touching.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5401 Jan 4, 2013
even though
she knows
a terrorist comes
she can bear witness
can tell you by now
we have been
together
our bodies
spying on your love
on naked hands
as they move to touch her
and make her over
another woman
marked by the embrace
of a man
known to leave scars
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5402 Jan 4, 2013
Is it the shiny fight that’s keeping me alive?
Through wasteland and desert.

Your entering may have a purpose, but I warn you
it will thicken my resolve.

From warn to swerve—
records to recover and lay under a tree.

It’s not hard. You wait
as the stars fuse at their core, you stop waiting;

and into the silo of sayings they go, smoothly.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5403 Jan 4, 2013
Maybe you thought I would forget
about the sunrise
how the moon stayed in the morning
time a lower lip
your partly open partly spoken
mouth

Maybe you thought I would exaggerate
the fire of the stars
the fire of the wet wood burning by
the waterside
the fire of the fuck
the sudden move
you made me make
to meet you

(fire)

Baby,
I do not
exaggerate and
if
I could
I would.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5404 Jan 4, 2013
Sunshine on some ample lips
mango dripping on the chest,
sweeter at the raisin tips
that look out darkly from the breasts.

Mango in the mouth and teeth
stringy diddling on the tongue,
in the throat and in the heat
of a knee-deep, gurgling song.

Mango down the navel coin
on the face of a navel moon,
mango sauce delayed at the loin
but O, dear, it’s burning soon.

Mango slurped up in a tremble
in the rushing hush and thud,
in the rise and quivering rumble
boiling up through breath and blood.

Mango in the breeze-open room,
in the dipped-and-dappled glaze,
mango moon and mango night,
mango fans the morning haze.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5405 Jan 4, 2013
I don’t know the name
of the blues that shadow our path
one is sweet and light, a cool meringue
another sharp, but still
a third thick, pressing down upon the rest

Cobalt they would say
of the uppermost-
a blue that hums deeply
a harmony of firmament
refusing clouds
denying stars
shining inside the cosmos
a forever blue
where life dies
and is reborn
an eternal blue
that exists above the storm

A blue that doesn’t suffer discord
that would smile if it had a mouth
embrace if it was armed
comfort if it grew heart

But instead it arcs
a concert of blues
hovering over the earth
in an endless ocean
of impossible quiet
thick with blue beyond blue
a blue that disappears
when clutched in the fist
a blue that is
invisible and solid
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5406 Jan 4, 2013
Wearing that same little black dress,
their lips and asses tight,
their bronzed hair set in perfect place;
these woman gathered in my dream
to talk their usual talk,
their conversation spiked with the names
of avenues in France.

And when I asked them what the hell,
the shook their marble heads
and walked erect out of my sleep,
back into a town which knows
all there is to know
about the cold outside,
while I relaxed
and thought of you,
your burning blood,....
your dancing tongue.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5407 Jan 4, 2013
After the cloud embankments,
the lamentation of wind
and the starry descent into time,
we came to the flashing waters
and shaded our eyes from the glare.

Alone with the shore and the harbor,
the stems of the cocoanut trees,
the fronds of silence and hushed music,
we cried for the new revelation
and waited for miracles to rise.

Where elements touch and merge,
where shadows swoon like outcasts on the sand
and the tried moment waits, its courage gone—
there were we

in latitudes where storms are born.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5408 Jan 4, 2013
So detached and cool she is
No motion e’er betrays
The secret life within her soul,
The anguish of her days.

She seems to look upon the world
With cold ironic eyes,
To spurn emotion’s fevered sway,
To scoff at tears and sighs.

But once a woman with a child
Passed by her on the street,
And once she heard from casual lips
A man’s name, bitter-sweet.

Such baffled yearning in her eyes,
Such pain upon her face!
I turned aside until the mask
Was slipped once more in place.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5409 Jan 4, 2013
DeVINE KNIGHT wrote:
<quoted text>
ENOUGH ALREADY!!
Hey Princess......it's about time you packed your stash, and left here...okay ?
I've asked you nicely before......now I'm asking you once more...
Kindly take your sugary quotations to some other web site so that I don't have to read them anymore.....(Actually I stopped that long time back)
I sometimes wish you would take
another holiday, A longish break.
Are you really convinced you have the right
to badger me by day and night?
There’s other things I want to do.
I love to write that is quite true
But these inane quotations you continually post here
are really exceeding what is sufficient or necessary....
STOP IT !!
I’d like a little time for fun
A bit of time to paint and draw
I don’t have time to anymore’
I have some books I want to read
but constantly you fill my head
with this ,more than is needed, desired,
required, or appropriate....
IT IS JUST superfluous CRAP....IN NO WAY IS IT POETRY
(not even sexy)....
cannot YOU see
Sometimes I need some time for me....
GO AWAY !
~Adrian DeVine.
you dont have that right to tell anybody to go away and not post here this isnt your site..I can be here the same as you and if you dont like it then you go away..I will post as I want and what I want..So AD take your high horse back to wherever and you leave me alone..Hows that..IM not bothering you or anybody else..This is my right and TY.You continue doing your thing and I will mine.You have a great day and I sure will...
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#5410 Jan 4, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
<quoted text>
you dont have that right to tell anybody to go away and not post here this isnt your site..I can be here the same as you and if you dont like it then you go away..I will post as I want and what I want..So AD take your high horse back to wherever and you leave me alone..Hows that..IM not bothering you or anybody else..This is my right and TY.You continue doing your thing and I will mine.You have a great day and I sure will...
I INAUGURATED SITE WAY BACK....SO I DO HAVE MORE CLAIM TO IT THAN MOST.....ESPECIALLY YOU, who is rappidly becoming a "Real Pain IN THE ASS" ........this site is for just what it was intended by ME....."Just Sex and Poetry"

NOT SOME excessive or maudlin sentimentality, or some syripy quotations about the silly unrequited love, you keep posting here That is love, that is not openly reciprocated, or understood as any form of VERSE.

THERE ARE OTHER"QUOTATION" WEB SITES FOR YOUR TYPE OF SCHMALTZY CRAP......YES YOU ARE BOTHERING ME !!

Post some poetry.....make a contribution....or please go away......
Sam

United States

#5411 Jan 4, 2013
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose d!ck was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin
"If my ear was a p**sy I'd f**k it

How's that????? Or maybe:

There once was a man from Peru
Who fell asleep in his canoe
As he slept under Venus
He played with his pen!s
And woke with his hands full of goo

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