Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Getting into Your Shape
Honed to the bone
muscled and free
working your torso
a charmed property.
Furrows of ripples
and arms like an ax,
pillarous legs
and hoof pounding back.
Lean and supreme
in motions galore
early to rise with
morning done chores.
Laid concrete thighs
with skin all aglow
grip like a pistol
set to sprint go
When next you see me
next when you're seen
we'll lose our excuses
to eating so clean.
Then we will see
what was there all along
I'll whistle my tune,
and you'll sing your...
muscled and free
working your torso
a charmed property.
Furrows of ripples
and arms like an ax,
pillarous legs
and hoof pounding back.
Lean and supreme
in motions galore
early to rise with
morning done chores.
Laid concrete thighs
with skin all aglow
grip like a pistol
set to sprint go
When next you see me
next when you're seen
we'll lose our excuses
to eating so clean.
Then we will see
what was there all along
I'll whistle my tune,
and you'll sing your...
178 reads
11 Comments
What the Osprey Sees
The stronger you are
the more I step
towards you;
you take one step closer,
and I take two.
When I see
that nothing stands
between us,
no matter what,
I shift out
of my clothes
and walk nakedly
towards you.
I write how I please
and it pleases you,
and then I know
I want to write more.
More and more,
to open the door,
to shift my whole weight
to lay it all straight
and this is the thought
sure shifting exposures
and then dominate
one hand...
the more I step
towards you;
you take one step closer,
and I take two.
When I see
that nothing stands
between us,
no matter what,
I shift out
of my clothes
and walk nakedly
towards you.
I write how I please
and it pleases you,
and then I know
I want to write more.
More and more,
to open the door,
to shift my whole weight
to lay it all straight
and this is the thought
sure shifting exposures
and then dominate
one hand...
322 reads
13 Comments
Just Plain Brutal
Just for the torture of it,
I would like to lie next to you
nakedly talking about our lives
and not touching except for our hands,
and with them, anything we wished.
Making circles
with your finger tips
and I sliding my thumb
around the perimeter
of the hole you make
with your index and thumb.
Running my fingers
along the throat
of your wrist,
and cultivating a spike
of static electricity
while we talk intimately
about our lips and spines
and how our tongues
can barely...
I would like to lie next to you
nakedly talking about our lives
and not touching except for our hands,
and with them, anything we wished.
Making circles
with your finger tips
and I sliding my thumb
around the perimeter
of the hole you make
with your index and thumb.
Running my fingers
along the throat
of your wrist,
and cultivating a spike
of static electricity
while we talk intimately
about our lips and spines
and how our tongues
can barely...
548 reads
19 Comments
Volley
Simplicity is a dish best served cold
while the nipples are hard and the flesh is weak.
Ingredients:
Various limbs,
strands of hair
languishing
like a feline
on a warm pillow,
the meeting
of heaven and hell,
and a hollow
swollen
liquid desire
to abundantly
clear
the mind
of all distractions.
Red Velvet cake
with Italian cream
frosting,
amaretto
on the rocks,
and naked dancing
are provided.
runningturtle87
while the nipples are hard and the flesh is weak.
Ingredients:
Various limbs,
strands of hair
languishing
like a feline
on a warm pillow,
the meeting
of heaven and hell,
and a hollow
swollen
liquid desire
to abundantly
clear
the mind
of all distractions.
Red Velvet cake
with Italian cream
frosting,
amaretto
on the rocks,
and naked dancing
are provided.
runningturtle87
275 reads
13 Comments
Romance and Speculations
The innocence in her eyes
and the stance of her composure
read like a chapter of Steinbeck on ACID.
The shorelines dreamed
their thoughts of seclusion
and the successions
of neediness
rounded the gates
as the wasted moments
compounded their thoughts
and turned into
the big wet dream
of America.
The blondes all stood
in the doorways
and the lost and stolen glances
bent with the wind
as their blue jean shorts
hiked the sand dunes
of the dessert reaches.
Each lifted shadow
fell to the ground,...
and the stance of her composure
read like a chapter of Steinbeck on ACID.
The shorelines dreamed
their thoughts of seclusion
and the successions
of neediness
rounded the gates
as the wasted moments
compounded their thoughts
and turned into
the big wet dream
of America.
The blondes all stood
in the doorways
and the lost and stolen glances
bent with the wind
as their blue jean shorts
hiked the sand dunes
of the dessert reaches.
Each lifted shadow
fell to the ground,...
255 reads
2 Comments
She's Not Watiing
She doesn't wait
to ask if it's okay
to make me have a taste of her,
nor does she think to hesitate
if present tense is ripe
with need to feel her weight
above my shoulders
her to bare a melting.
I've no need to ponder
when the next time
there will be a moment
for her hands to take
my friendly self
and make meal
or punch the clock
or saddle up.
She just jumps in there,
and I've been waiting
all along.
runningturtle87
to ask if it's okay
to make me have a taste of her,
nor does she think to hesitate
if present tense is ripe
with need to feel her weight
above my shoulders
her to bare a melting.
I've no need to ponder
when the next time
there will be a moment
for her hands to take
my friendly self
and make meal
or punch the clock
or saddle up.
She just jumps in there,
and I've been waiting
all along.
runningturtle87
#lust
#erotic
304 reads
6 Comments
Making Light Work
Pulse parting fingers
nudge her essential ingredients
into a downward spiraling drip
and then ladle its wetness
with the scoop
of his whimsy.
Between his pointer
and thumb,
both squeezed
to spread and then pull
the strand of viscosity
tinctured with her
scent and stranded chemistry
he creates a web
to show her that
he's captured her
and with a flicker
pops the spoonful
into his mouth
and savors
her flavor
as if to say
that he'd gobble her up.
And then...
nudge her essential ingredients
into a downward spiraling drip
and then ladle its wetness
with the scoop
of his whimsy.
Between his pointer
and thumb,
both squeezed
to spread and then pull
the strand of viscosity
tinctured with her
scent and stranded chemistry
he creates a web
to show her that
he's captured her
and with a flicker
pops the spoonful
into his mouth
and savors
her flavor
as if to say
that he'd gobble her up.
And then...
261 reads
7 Comments
Reincarnation Ambrosia (_shadoe_ and runningturtle87)
Life after life
each resolution becomes
a revolution on the wheel
as karma and dharma dance
the supreme awakening.
Childhood and sunset
love and death
the consciousness of being
arises and darkens
with an eternal kiss.
This is our beginning
and with it
all things
will become shadows;
the narrative of love
is the story of how the soul
awakens to itself,
and tender flesh awakens
to the harsh touch
of the meandering moon.
By the ever-moving-moon,
I would keep you here
hearing all
you...
each resolution becomes
a revolution on the wheel
as karma and dharma dance
the supreme awakening.
Childhood and sunset
love and death
the consciousness of being
arises and darkens
with an eternal kiss.
This is our beginning
and with it
all things
will become shadows;
the narrative of love
is the story of how the soul
awakens to itself,
and tender flesh awakens
to the harsh touch
of the meandering moon.
By the ever-moving-moon,
I would keep you here
hearing all
you...
196 reads
24 Comments
Long Distance No More
It's hard to believe
in the same room
on the same bed
in the same moment
propped up on one elbow
I look into your eyes
and smile in disbelief
that we are finally here.
All this time
not smelling you
not touching your skin
or kissing you.
And now,
I run my hand along your hip
and bring you in
and hold you tightly.
I can feel your
saying., "Yes,"
before I even
really ask.
The moment arrives
and you fold back your robe
and I can see you
in the shaded light, so naked....
in the same room
on the same bed
in the same moment
propped up on one elbow
I look into your eyes
and smile in disbelief
that we are finally here.
All this time
not smelling you
not touching your skin
or kissing you.
And now,
I run my hand along your hip
and bring you in
and hold you tightly.
I can feel your
saying., "Yes,"
before I even
really ask.
The moment arrives
and you fold back your robe
and I can see you
in the shaded light, so naked....
648 reads
12 Comments
Closeness (On Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn)
I do not believe in the final analysis that skin deep does the trick
that "deep as deep can really go" is just the length of dick.
No matter first or last at last who cums it matters not,
and nothing in us will us carry on, no matter just how hot;
no finger grove, nor technique used, nor tongue inset just how
will ever be the final glue that sets us to our vow.
No gyration's gravity, nor games of hide and seek,
will ever stay our "go away" unless we take a peek
into the souls of those we lust for and see there something keen;
no...
that "deep as deep can really go" is just the length of dick.
No matter first or last at last who cums it matters not,
and nothing in us will us carry on, no matter just how hot;
no finger grove, nor technique used, nor tongue inset just how
will ever be the final glue that sets us to our vow.
No gyration's gravity, nor games of hide and seek,
will ever stay our "go away" unless we take a peek
into the souls of those we lust for and see there something keen;
no...
190 reads
6 Comments
By Choice
It's really not about
threading the cord
once wrapped
around her wrists
and tying it off
so that
she is stranded,
unable to move,
and left available
to me,
in her wet
and needy service.
It's really not about
how her face
is left wide open,
her mouth made to fill,
and her hands
and breasts
kept astride
the pillowed suface
of the bed.
It's not really about
the force that's used
to gain an access
to her catacombs,
and ramshackle resin
runs arising
as it...
threading the cord
once wrapped
around her wrists
and tying it off
so that
she is stranded,
unable to move,
and left available
to me,
in her wet
and needy service.
It's really not about
how her face
is left wide open,
her mouth made to fill,
and her hands
and breasts
kept astride
the pillowed suface
of the bed.
It's not really about
the force that's used
to gain an access
to her catacombs,
and ramshackle resin
runs arising
as it...
197 reads
7 Comments
Sensual Massage
Hand on her thigh
with barely any motion
seeing her eyes float
in anticipation
does he
will he
Hands on her hips
giving the notion
feeling her shifting
creating that reason
does he
will he
Hands on her stomach
feeling her pulse
breathing excellerates
branding with heat
does he
will he
Hands reaching
downwardly
seeking safe haven
nothing by fire
does he
will he
Throat
breast
butt
pelvis
does he
will he
please
...
with barely any motion
seeing her eyes float
in anticipation
does he
will he
Hands on her hips
giving the notion
feeling her shifting
creating that reason
does he
will he
Hands on her stomach
feeling her pulse
breathing excellerates
branding with heat
does he
will he
Hands reaching
downwardly
seeking safe haven
nothing by fire
does he
will he
Throat
breast
butt
pelvis
does he
will he
please
...
508 reads
15 Comments
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