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Random First Lines:All the poems I wrote for and about my partner Josh Sutton. This is our story. » Read
By J A Morales
Inspiration at a strip club.
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2007 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Wrote this for a poetry "game/competition/contest" where you write a poem off the top of your head to go with a picture. This particular pic was of a naked woman squatting in a bottle... guess there's alot of things that could come to mind with such an image... here's what came to mine:
This is what it felt like.
Poetry | Updated Aug 17, 2007 | Reads: 278 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Enter the mind of Cameron van Dulich, a man with more secrets than most men; a dangerous obsession with death, and a lust for stopping his addiction
In the light of the moon he comes to me...
Poetry | Updated Jun 2, 2007 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
You wouldn't know it when you met them...at night they are wilder than you could imagine!
By Joy Milton
Do you know how to kiss?
Only slightly sexually explicit, I think! Just imagining her dropping by the ex's (having parted amicably of course) and doing a little reminiscing!!! ...
By Doc Byron
A creepy love poem.
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
As Tesseth would say... *blush* Nothing too bad, but bad enough. It depends on how your mind is wired, really. This one is kind of long, though, but it's that long for a reason. I wanted to get in every idea I could. In reality, this could've (and maybe should've) been much longer.
Written more as a song than a poem, about the deepest shadows of desire and longing for a former love. Let me state right off that I do not advocate domestic violence. This is not about that kind of cruelty. It is about a longing so strong that even a fist in brutality would be his flesh...
By The Lame One
I've always wanted to recount my first sex encounter. This lines try to recall all that I remember...minus the belting by my father later...enjoy
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2007 | Reads: 57 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Her prized musician rests between her thighs at her womanhood.
She takes the cord within her mouth, the music pulsing an exuberant beat,
That causes her heart to beat faster,
Poetry | Updated Dec 28, 2006 | Reads: 908 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Vinnies Realm
Some thoughts about the past and a young love that was to last forever