the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

.:No-Da-Feet:.



between
my toes
yeah that’s it

that’s how eye like to see it
right across the nail

that can’t fail

in-between them
short or lengthy
naps

down
sideways
along them gaps

hot.
lose the sock

from my two twin Bigg’s
to my two twins Dinky

don’t forget the crew in the middle
that’s the added sizzle

my toes
they into them
tongues with
prose

lickety lick
that’s
how it goes


...

My eyes..
they are ice

Hearltess and blue..

They carry
no love..

They hold nothing new..

Hope is
a disaster..

Hidden behind my eyes..

No one
Will guess..

Those ugly little lies..

But you look
and you're entranced..

Don't look away..

I promise
you'll be pleased..

If you will just stay..

The Tale Of My Thighs

So many guys seem to love my thighs
I close my eyes and I fantasize
When I'm feeling horny and want some dick
A sexy dude playing in between my drumsticks
Call me thunder thighs that's the nickname they gave me
Extra meat on my bones you'd want to smother them with gravy
Make a meal out of my thighs and you never would starve
They're nice and muscular they're also deeply carved
Thick and tender all the way to the bone
Juicy as hell I bet you'll take me home
Because of my thighs guys can't leave me alone
They compliment them all the time saying that they're well toned
I owe it all to squats, lunges, and pilates
My thighs is the sexiest part of my body
Their shape is visible through the denim of my jeans
I got the kind of thighs people have in their dreams
Constantly my thighs seem to get me in trouble
It doesn't help they're attached to an ass like a bubble
Guys fall in lust they never criticize
The shape, the beauty, of my lovable thighs

From the Reflection (being female. does that make sense?)

In the reflection,
Full stark naked imperfection-
Is a girl. Female. Women.
Across from that,
The biggest myth-
Stands a boy.

Born with the blessing,
Of double "x",
The tattle tale chest,
Mockery.

In your eyes,
A gay, a bi, a trans.
Everything but me
Nor am I one.

In the mirror is me,
Poor confused girl.
Should have been a boy,
Does it matter?
I am I. Me?

Can't deny, what you see.
Want is yearned,
Or reality-
From the reflection.

THIS POEM HAS 20 LINES IN TOTAL PLUS ITS TITLE
SO PLEASE ENJOY<> The Warrior Poet.
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Making Love is Cool
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My cock enters her Mouth, Her Ass and Pussy
I will soon need a break from Joyce's wild and wet sexy rides
We have a cup of coffee to give more strength to once again
Than back into her hot body my spunk will again rain,
When I return  to her bed her head is waiting over the edge of the bed for me
It's my favorite position for Joyce  to give me wicked head suck for free,
Sliding my throbbing 8 ½ inched Cock easily into her mouth and deep down her throat
As I'm fingering her pussy but then Joyce starts too choke!
She gags and she wretches' because I'm buried down so deeply
She can't wait for the blast of  my cumm into her mouth that she will keep
Into her mouth I shoot a load then down deeply its swallowed into her belly,
She savor my 8½ inched cock like it was covered all over with sweet creamy sauce
I'm not done with you yet I told to young Joyce because your pussy is calling my name
Joyce starts shaking and quivering because soon she will cumm
That dripping hot pussy is ready and waiting and will away never run
You've been making it wet with your fast fingers masturbating Eamon she said,
Now I want you fucking inside me so please Eamon get into our bed?
I Enter into her wet pussy while my balls on her ass were slapping
Into her wonderful Juicy pussy where my tongue had been lapping
The tasty cocktail of her cum mixing inside her with mine

an old poem, so maybe not eligible:



      < my cock >

   my cock
   looks a bit silly
   like god was playing mr potato head
   and the sack beneath it
   all wrinkled
   like a balloon with the air let out
   as sylvia plath whispers:
   "turkey neck and turkey gizzards"

   but just come over here
   and open your shirt
   one button at a time
   let me imagine
   what you'll let me do
   and slowly
   a male venus rises
   in a streamlined curve
   just made for dipping into you

           - - -

"Long Lips"

Inside, between my thighs, drooping like loose fat

So it rubs against the edges of my underwear when I strut

And I look weird bare, like a tongue sticking out at me

Roast beef

Putty lips

Not perfect

My Hands

My hands.
They are worn and rugged.
They have been torn and scraped and cut.

My hands.
They are full of scars, all over.
From nuckles to fingers to back to palm,
They are everywhere, not quiet and calm.

My hands.
They are blocky and square,
But they are still there.
They are rough and calloused,
But can be gentle.

My hands.
Gentle at touch,
But rough at first glance,
My hands, are full of character,
So give them a chance...

forked
and silver
my strongest muscle
slides out between the disguise
of humble looking lips

poised to strike
or slip a constrictive caress
around tenderized receptors
or against the kayaks captain
rolling with the waves

whistle slick
wiley whetted and ready
winging my will

a tactile tentacle
testing and tasting,
teasing the absence
of form with
whirled winds and
intention sculpting sound