JUST SEX and POETRY
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6065 Feb 8, 2013
"Sit in the deep chair before the fire.

I will warm your feet in my hands;
I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses.

I wish I could build a fire
In you that would never go out.

I wish I could be sure that deep in you
Was a magnet to draw you always home."
So says

Broomall, PA

#6066 Feb 8, 2013
Mister_ E wrote:
<quoted text>
No preacher here!!!
don't want to be
I've only meant to be just me
I see the vile and lack of humility
I'm good, I'll leave you alone.
Just tried help and bring you home.
Enjoy your life dear
I meant you no harm.
the snake.

Is that part of your sermon somewhere?
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6067 Feb 8, 2013
here we have nothing to go on
or nothing more

than light and fog
a shiver in the wind
or how the sky can empty all at once
when something like music comes
or rather
something like the gap between a sound
and silence
like the ceasing of a bell
HH and ME

Broomall, PA

#6068 Feb 8, 2013
Funny that the two of you should be here. In the one place that is sure to devil and hide. That the two should preach about God. You're both wolves in sheeps clothing, you don't fool me. But if the charade must go on so be it.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6069 Feb 8, 2013
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life –

What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#6070 Feb 8, 2013
So says wrote:
<quoted text>
the snake.
Is that part of your sermon somewhere?
Actually the devil comes masquerading as an angel of light (which only means a messenger of God)...wonder where all the churches came from??

It's no wonder that his servants masquerade as preachers of righteousness.

Apostle Paul

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#6071 Feb 8, 2013
HH and ME wrote:
Funny that the two of you should be here. In the one place that is sure to devil and hide. That the two should preach about God. You're both wolves in sheeps clothing, you don't fool me. But if the charade must go on so be it.
It's okay lady....

I would've never dreamed of breaking up a family...check your pm's...shortcake!

:)
This seems ironic

Broomall, PA

#6072 Feb 8, 2013
Mister_ E wrote:
<quoted text>
Actually the devil comes masquerading as an angel of light (which only means a messenger of God)...wonder where all the churches came from??
It's no wonder that his servants masquerade as preachers of righteousness.
Apostle Paul
Just sex AND the bible. Is that how you like it? If nothing is true to an aethist on one thing they must agree the bible is poetry. But to stir the spirit and soul with such passion as the Christ is much for some that shift to and fro worse than dancing snakes.

While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.
Francis of Assisi

You cannot claim to love God and live his life while falling prey to that which you claim to try to save and show direction through misdirection.
You are strange

Broomall, PA

#6073 Feb 8, 2013
Mister_ E wrote:
<quoted text>
It's okay lady....
I would've never dreamed of breaking up a family...check your pm's...shortcake!
:)
the more that comes out of you the more I don't understand you.

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#6074 Feb 8, 2013
You are strange wrote:
<quoted text>
the more that comes out of you the more I don't understand you.
I've thought the same of you on numerous ocassions...If I could get a truth out of you...it may have been different.lol! I can sadly say, It was you that had ulterior motives, not me.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6075 Feb 9, 2013
Last night she said to me.......

"DeVine, my flesh falls into weakness beneath the warmth of your exploration,
Your fingertips tracing prose upon these hungry lips...


Close your eyes baby...
...Rest upon the arch of my needs,
For
Seduction breathes my skin...


Feel the tremors;
Ignescent ripples
Scorching your tongue,
The essence of my body
lingering upon your mouth ...


I kneel,
A miasma of soft and delicate
A prism of flesh bound, naked,
Swirling in your
vigour...

I am
A rose crimson calligraphy
Brailled in whispers
Fingerprint dancing
"Never let me go."
Intoxicating
Wetting your erotic....


Enter my garden beloved,
Where the weave of flesh and sultry,
Swell blossoms
Igniting
To the cadence of your tongue's prance...


Stirred sensuality,
My heat magnified...
Red nails seductively
Rake rippled muscles,
Pulsing against
Carnal,
Inviting your sear
Upon my thighs..


I ache...
For the wild, ravage of your thunder,
Staining my sex,
Your fevered tongue tangled in moistened petals,
Claiming my defenses,
As I am unravelled beneath your form,
Bending in the arch of your control...


You melt me..
In the brush
Of passionate lips trail scorching
Hardened nipples, blushed;
Blossomed,
Licked, cherry red
Beneath firey breath,
Surging the veins of the sultry...


Rock with me
As I... unravel you in
This rage of my passion,
My body, and yours...
Vehement currents, aching for release...


Feathered sensations,
Urge this yearn
Of quivers,
Quaking now, as the wet of want unleashes
My pearled release;
Screams... that pierce the aftermath
Spent in currents of euphoria...


I lay before you
Naked and exposed,
The Valentine
That wakens your lust........"

Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6076 Feb 9, 2013
The f ucking cops are f ucking keen
To f ucking keep it f ucking clean
The f ucking chief's a f ucking swine
Who f ucking draws a f ucking line
At f ucking fun and f ucking games
The f ucking kids he f ucking blames
Are nowehere to be f ucking found
Anywhere in Chickentown

The f ucking scene is f ucking sad
The f ucking news is f ucking bad
The f ucking weed is f ucking turf
The f ucking speed is fucking surf
The f ucking folks are f ucking daft
Don't make me f ucking laugh
It f ucking hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown

The f ucking train is f ucking late
You f ucking wait you fucking wait
You're f ucking lost and f ucking found
Stuck in f ucking Chickentown

The f ucking view is f ucking vile
For f ucking miles and f ucking miles
The f ucking babies f ucking cry
The f ucking flowers f ucking die
The f ucking food is f ucking muck
The f ucking drains are f ucking fucked
The colour scheme is f ucking brown
Everywhere in Chickentown

The f ucking pubs are f ucking dull
The f ucking clubs are fucking full
Of f ucking girls and f ucking guys
With f ucking murder in their eyes
A f ucking bloke is f ucking stabbed
Waiting for a f ucking cab
You f ucking stay at f ucking home
The f ucking neighbors f ucking moan
Keep The f ucking racket down
This is f ucking Chickentown

The f ucking train is f ucking late
You f ucking wait you f ucking wait
You're f ucking lost and f ucking found
Stuck in f ucking Chickentown

The f ucking pies are f ucking old
The f ucking chips are f ucking cold
The f ucking beer is f ucking flat
The f ucking flats have f ucking rats
The f ucking clocks are fucking wrong
The f ucking days are f ucking long
It f ucking gets you f ucking down
Evidently in Chickentown.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6077 Feb 9, 2013
The night of the Valentine
brings nothing interesting,

Sunbeam's warmly tickling
your eyelids and riotous hair.

Want something kinky?- Okay...

"The life, wife or mistress,
sleepily lifting her soft left thigh,
is mounting herself in upright positing,
just near your lips …Filling them
with her morning bitterness ...

A bit of a golden shower, then little ride,
where she will loudly orgasm, making
you feel important. Then jerking off … "

I put on my leather jacket
and go to a sex shop, marketing my
porn stories to slavish masochistic
bad girls, who like to touch me.

Saying in conspiracy " Oh, Adrian, babe
I am straight from the clinic, fixing broken rib
and three dislocated fingers. But it was so sweet … "

And I smile, understandingly …

Oh, you, fat ugly life that we call whore.
I wanted to write poetry to touch souls,
my verse, gentle, flawing as a breeze.

Instead I am lost in porn, making quilt

out of beating and bleeding hearts of
people, I helped to climax,
and see no exit …

Oh, Bella mia!

When they bring me home,
still warm, my free verse
bland, fatherless, godless...

Please Patricia,
c um on
kiss me
for the first time ...
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6078 Feb 9, 2013
The day is dying.

Heading skywards, la Luna is bowing to us with a majestic
elegance of a young whore facing her first star clientele.

Bathing in moonlight,

my angel, dancing in front of the lone whimsical audience
of myself, is blushing under the lightly pale layers, her bare
breasts unveiling scars of the old times,

hiding somebody's else heart.

The poetry is dying,

shamelessly selling itself to a cohort of horny housewives,

their men and teenagers. Rare fresh lines dying quick death,

unnoticed, like a healthy sperm in a salty ocean of birth-less.

Divorces, boring love, nature, flowers, dirt, life lessons,

friendship, fifty shades, dating, contests, messaging, online sex..

A professional escort
serving the ordinary - rich, happy and gold members.

A girl in the not-so-innocent age of sixteen,

just starting to develop her period and pubic hair, is stripped naked,
by a bunch of perverted strong men, dressed up and masked, discussing
the coming pleasures.

Biting their carnal lips.. They will start in a second,
invading her childish flesh, with lubricated hands and instruments.

Knocking her out, tearing the soul apart, coming inside. Together…

With scalpel. Cutting her heart out.

Then replacing. By somebody's else.

Making her walk in shadows...



You say, what kind of poetry is this?

Next time you die, don't forget please,
to send me a map of that labyrinth.

Straight like scar separating your pale breasts...
There is something I wanted to tell…

Baby, you are the strangest person on Earth...
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6079 Feb 9, 2013
In accordant:
HIS decree was achromatic
Not seeming authentic, only applied;
My tallow face wanting luster
Was more than faint, cadaverous -
Ghastly dinge in pallidness.
A calling forth, spilling blood in
Gore of deathly incident,
Compatible to a haunting epic,
Beblubbered ploddings stirring tragic:
Read on,
For surely He did come.

Boldface:
The arrogance of HIS nearness
Hectoring and gaudy, presumptuous.
Lordly, egotistical, and quite arbitrary.
Dead to shame, so overly high-sounding.
HIS intolerant great 'high and mighty'
Acting copious and yet extravagant
Boasting, while laughing unexpectedly
HIS ritual of self-flattery where He stabbed
My weaker flesh, my blood draining,
With slash of neck.

Stintless:
I am alone and powerless.
He: repleted and providential.
I am subsequent. He is Abrupt;
Frantic and unpredictable
Irrepressible, obsessive. Feral,
Deliberate with HIS thirst to kill
Avenging rigor, never forgiving
Stone-hearted, vindictive,
Ever ironical.

Paramount:
HIS official rule sovereign, beyond stringent
Peremptory, fierce and cruel.
Monarchical; this harsh tyrant
So clandestine in stealthy fog
In furtive conceal engaged,
Needing to be invisible
With incog
So secret-like, heretical
Would rather kill and tear out grace.

To render null and void
In the clutches of constraint
Nidorous and graveolent;
I am at the mercy of:
Read on,
For surely He did come.

~~~~~~~~~~
Impulsive within the jungle of heretics I've traversed,
Faltered; mad as a rabies dog unsettling.
In that mind-set so I sort prey to brutalize and immolate,
Haggardly, without dread of porcine and necrophobia.

Sacrificial, primeval, disgruntled and unsociable,
All my life it beat me down of how I was.
Unfortunately and for you this is where the tallow drops,
Devolves so into a bleeding disease via my deception.

Degenerative, now that’s how I see you in your disaster,
This knife I hold, it’s the vile instrument of your sullen dispatch.
Your blackened sepulture, a casualty of frenzied hysteria,
And from tragus to tragus I’m going to cut your cervix exactly.

Imprisoned as you are, please realize why you are chosen,
Proposed to me by the church in acerbic dogmas.
Thence I go there and listen to the sermons in pleasing creeds,
Then distort it to suit my all cannibalistic needs.

Here on sacrificial ground I stand before you hell-bent,
Ritualistic, empiric in the art of desquamation.
And I, your tormentor, the horror emperor of nostalgia,
Wicked and eerie as the darkest night I come to you.

Your pretentious muscularity, my masochistic confide,
Together they fall, germicide with avaritia.
Satiated, dominated, castrated and left deconsecrated,
The burning; cauterized through to the occipital.

Sister death of it, has you in her morbid sights,
Cruelly impairing, peeling back, scalping absolutely your delicate pulp.
She will not abandon you; arise it must your demise!
Indeed; but before the darkness, before it the suffering will be complete.

Chromatic, vermilion despair, anaemia unsolicited,
Then sleep deprived, forced to remain abraid.
Don’t fight it, accept it, your ghastly fate offers no other pleading option,
Accordingly here, I your prevailing persecutor, give you: blood-art.

It’s truly atmospheric, your egomania in a deadly spin,
Reeking odour all around you, seeping from your fractured brain.
Broken, rotten, in disbelief but it’s your destiny,
In accordance with my hellish woes, the cadaveric in your defeat.

And I like the taste, the waste of your bleeding discharge,
Pretty as a Van Gogh catastrophe in tainted colours.
Skeletal and delectable, tallow and cadaverous within the smoulder,
The beautiful drippings, it pleases me as I watch you perish.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6080 Feb 9, 2013
Where the bitter rage may duly follow,

Comes there a melancholic hollow.

Though it will be nothing I intently envision,

Never mind a poor decision.

Here is my darkest dream quite horrid,

Where doth lie a desert truly torrid;

Never mind a fading memory I attempt to water.

In its brighter glory, as tragic slaughter;

Through the morose fields of madness I slay.

Into my garden of bane it'll bloodily stray,

Here his full wrath I'll feel to effectively behold.

Into my mind, sedated and cold,

Sweating and screaming for the virile brother,

Yet there I see only my mother.

She's so pretty and quietly stern standing there,

Her nimbus portrays a mighty glare.

And my imploding heads about to explode inside,

The rage is eating at me deep I cannot abide.

So there is nothing, there is only this emptiness,

Never mind a wounded child some oppress.

Here is just the fool; his battered life is never fair,

The love melts away in such a despair.

It's forever caught his dreams on a tripwire,

Unfading rages crush his desire.

Never mind a song of hope sung so sweet,

The music echo's through his deceit;

I hear its angry tune beating in my broken mind.

Who can know the fear forever defined?

Therein cruelly where the bitter rage goes.

Comes so fighting there a fool in throes;

In a violent forest within that's how it'll be,

And I am mad; my brain hurts like me.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6081 Feb 9, 2013
Sand granules drip sequential doses of commonality,

dropping grains of frailty, one by one, in life’s hour glass.

Weighted down on a scale of accumulation,

united, they force the edge of time.



In glass reflecting glares of outer appearance,

hearts arrive at tipping points, inborn, a continual quest for balance.

Where equations puzzle appeals, searching for soft words and definition.



Frivolities’ light heartedness, leaves barely detectable footprints,

on weighted burdens, impressions left in the outline of steps.

Costly payouts for the eagerness of soul;

signed in the ink of co-joined hearts.



Huddled, in the grasp of imposing thoughts from yesterdays,

we believed we could make them safe in our tomorrows.

Now eyes close and escape in dreams, awaiting a hope, for sheltered passage.



Why am I afraid of the dark?

Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6082 Feb 9, 2013
And as its edge pressed on her skin,
she felt it slowly entering,
ripping through her insides.

She arched her back and gasped,
for the feeling was surreal.

In a heartbeat, the room got blurry,
time went slower and a feint grin
formed on her scarlet lips.

Her head was heavily moving
with a very entrancing rhythm
and her mouth was bubbling
with the sudden gush of saliva.

All that she can hear
was this very deep beeping,
guiding her movement
through this trance.

She was the toy,
for the winder was
guiding her with the tool.

The tool… she almost forgot about it.

As her hands tried to reach it,
the blade pushed outside
of her stomach and
she let some air out with a moan
as a cold droplet of sweat
met her tears on her reddened cheeks.

She then felt a very warm flow
traversing her thighs.

Blood.
Alice dropped on the floor.

This last stab left a nasty gape,
and now her blood,in rivers, was flowing.

The utter pain transmuted into ecstasy
and the smile on her deadened body was enough reward for her master.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6083 Feb 9, 2013
Sweet talking her thighs to

open,....showing me her taut

velvet sex,...

my pleasure gleam rises without touch,

her mouth hungrily finds my salacious universe,

fervor tongue, ecstasy’s moans,

licks beg wishes arched,

an erotic weave tightened in a pulsating

knot,



until we are completely unraveled
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#6084 Feb 9, 2013
Her body glides across my skin

as I feel her dominance. Her

seductive trance, penetrating

my desire to kiss her slowly... tease her



Her breasts perfected to nibble

and caress carefully, skillfully, slowly.

I pull her lips with my teeth

as my hands clasp around her waist ... touch her



Her tongue reaches my nipples

as she wraps herself around my body,

grinding her thighs slowly against my sweat.

A moan comes to my throat.... please her



As her bite finds my ass,

her tongue follows closely behind,

searching for a deep friction

of sensual penetration ..... dominated by her



Her lips choke my dick... slowly

surrounding me, pulling, wetting.

A desire grows in me as she fondles me.

Wet, in her lips, I become... Hers



Rub me, embrace me, love me, use me

I'm defenseless .... I'm Yours



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