Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 5:15am
30th Aug 2014 5:15am
At the Root of Me 0821
I know I can be a little senseless, but there’s one thing that’s on my mind…
Darling, I crave you like my lungs need air, with a hunger too much to bear,
That quenching my thirst simply will lead to more and more constant longing,
That this yearning goes beyond both the physical and the spiritual and maybe
You’re right, I’m obsessed…
But my heart knows full well the distinction between love and fascination,
And what we found in our lives in the spec of all time is something special,
That the sole purpose in my life is to live this...
Darling, I crave you like my lungs need air, with a hunger too much to bear,
That quenching my thirst simply will lead to more and more constant longing,
That this yearning goes beyond both the physical and the spiritual and maybe
You’re right, I’m obsessed…
But my heart knows full well the distinction between love and fascination,
And what we found in our lives in the spec of all time is something special,
That the sole purpose in my life is to live this...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Aug 2014 4:26pm
10th Aug 2014 4:26pm
The Way She Carries Herself 0608
She walks with an air of lavish confidence,
Exuding natural sensuality without attempt,
There is a hint of seduction in her exotic eyes,
Radiating genuine sexuality without intent.
She strolls with a casual but enticing poise,
That simple undertakings seem more intense,
With a chance that suggestive gestures will give way,
To underhanded innuendoes that build suspense.
There’s a delectable and erotic mystery to her,
When demure expressions feel like provocation,
As if there is more pleasure in the agony of waiting,
Reveling in the wanting...
Exuding natural sensuality without attempt,
There is a hint of seduction in her exotic eyes,
Radiating genuine sexuality without intent.
She strolls with a casual but enticing poise,
That simple undertakings seem more intense,
With a chance that suggestive gestures will give way,
To underhanded innuendoes that build suspense.
There’s a delectable and erotic mystery to her,
When demure expressions feel like provocation,
As if there is more pleasure in the agony of waiting,
Reveling in the wanting...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2014 8:30pm
3rd Aug 2014 8:30pm
Look at Me 0803
Look at me
Because I want to feel that connection,
As I lick you between your thighs, I want to see your eyes,
And heighten the sensations even more when you look at me.
Look at me,
As I slip inside you and see the expression of beautiful agony,
Your lovely face filled with ecstasy and craze, that passionate rage,
As our bodies become as one when you look at me.
Look at me,
Even when I look down there to have a look-see,
Watching our bodies entangle and entwine, showing me you’re mine,
As I am yours by the way you look at me.
Look at me,...
Because I want to feel that connection,
As I lick you between your thighs, I want to see your eyes,
And heighten the sensations even more when you look at me.
Look at me,
As I slip inside you and see the expression of beautiful agony,
Your lovely face filled with ecstasy and craze, that passionate rage,
As our bodies become as one when you look at me.
Look at me,
Even when I look down there to have a look-see,
Watching our bodies entangle and entwine, showing me you’re mine,
As I am yours by the way you look at me.
Look at me,...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 6:48am
19th Jul 2014 6:48am
Rebelations 0110
Forbidden lust, must we indulge ourselves in the bedlam -
And the mayhem of a treacherous path that leads to the unknown?
Even at the hint of perdition, were we to give in to our lavish desires,
Mired at the warnings, we are still curious down to the bone.
And the more depraved the act the more it pervades the soul,
Haunting in constant thoughts and ideas that swell the senses,
Even with the knowledge that there is no possibility to atone,
Satisfying the wants more than the needs, some of us still take the chances.
And the vexing fringe that is to be so...
And the mayhem of a treacherous path that leads to the unknown?
Even at the hint of perdition, were we to give in to our lavish desires,
Mired at the warnings, we are still curious down to the bone.
And the more depraved the act the more it pervades the soul,
Haunting in constant thoughts and ideas that swell the senses,
Even with the knowledge that there is no possibility to atone,
Satisfying the wants more than the needs, some of us still take the chances.
And the vexing fringe that is to be so...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 7:30am
7th Jun 2014 7:30am
Her Hungry Eyes 0127
And late in the evening by the pale moonlight,
Her hunger strikes again,
Then she sees him, like he’s waiting for her,
Her feast is about to begin.
He doesn’t know it, but she’s watching him,
The light shows her hungry eyes,
She wants him completely, all to herself,
And bring him to an unexpected demise.
Suddenly he knows and pauses and freezes,
He feels her warmth so close,
His heart begins to race, she’s so near,
She’s content with who she chose.
Their eyes met, hers with lust and expectation,
For the ravaging about to take place,
She...
Her hunger strikes again,
Then she sees him, like he’s waiting for her,
Her feast is about to begin.
He doesn’t know it, but she’s watching him,
The light shows her hungry eyes,
She wants him completely, all to herself,
And bring him to an unexpected demise.
Suddenly he knows and pauses and freezes,
He feels her warmth so close,
His heart begins to race, she’s so near,
She’s content with who she chose.
Their eyes met, hers with lust and expectation,
For the ravaging about to take place,
She...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th May 2014 8:42am
25th May 2014 8:42am
Scheming 0521
To the Engineer of Images, the Schemer,
To the Imagineer and the Ultimate Dreamer…
You’re lusting once again,
Lost in thoughts of images and scenarios beyond your reach,
Yearning and burning with a new deep profound desire,
Found in the trenches of your heart we will never besiege.
You’re daydreaming again,
Dwelling in the fantasies that bring all the pleasures known to man,
That your flesh and soul will delve into the depths of primal urge,
Until the agony and the ecstasy come together like some master plan.
You’re imagining...
To the Imagineer and the Ultimate Dreamer…
You’re lusting once again,
Lost in thoughts of images and scenarios beyond your reach,
Yearning and burning with a new deep profound desire,
Found in the trenches of your heart we will never besiege.
You’re daydreaming again,
Dwelling in the fantasies that bring all the pleasures known to man,
That your flesh and soul will delve into the depths of primal urge,
Until the agony and the ecstasy come together like some master plan.
You’re imagining...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 9:29pm
18th Jan 2014 9:29pm
Exhibition 0501
She’s sick with affliction, a lovely addiction,
When she reveals her latent talent in sight,
Without any restriction, in all dereliction,
I watch her naughty habit with delight.
It’s the most honest expression a person
Can utter without a word being said,
Exposing herself all so natural,
To watch unreserved sessions ahead.
And with this type of infatuation,
I can’t help but feel I’m under a spell,
Enraptured in this lovely obsession,
Till the tides rise and come and swell.
But it’s the simple basic human need,
To die a little...
When she reveals her latent talent in sight,
Without any restriction, in all dereliction,
I watch her naughty habit with delight.
It’s the most honest expression a person
Can utter without a word being said,
Exposing herself all so natural,
To watch unreserved sessions ahead.
And with this type of infatuation,
I can’t help but feel I’m under a spell,
Enraptured in this lovely obsession,
Till the tides rise and come and swell.
But it’s the simple basic human need,
To die a little...
172 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 9:09pm
18th Jan 2014 9:09pm
The Swing 0522
I hate this swing,
Between the good and the bad without any warning,
Juxtaposed in the joy and happiness, the blues and the madness,
The one that escapes my dreams when there comes the morning.
I hate this swing,
From the ecstasy to the agony and back to the bliss again,
Frightened of where the pendulum will come to a stop,
And face the consequences for the choices back then.
I hate this swing,
That rocks my faith and questions my existence,
Between the heaven and the hell of my own saving grace,
In the evolution of my creation that has no...
Between the good and the bad without any warning,
Juxtaposed in the joy and happiness, the blues and the madness,
The one that escapes my dreams when there comes the morning.
I hate this swing,
From the ecstasy to the agony and back to the bliss again,
Frightened of where the pendulum will come to a stop,
And face the consequences for the choices back then.
I hate this swing,
That rocks my faith and questions my existence,
Between the heaven and the hell of my own saving grace,
In the evolution of my creation that has no...
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