Submissions by xtremcyber
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
What's life without its pleasures !!
Joint me, lets be one, just for a brief moment in time.
And when years pass-by,
You'll remember what was like;
My tongue surfing vaginal seas,
wave after wave heading to that clit.
Tremors rumble, steam arise,
fire in between,
rivers of pleasure splash my chin.
Subtle moan calls for more...
Don't worry sugar...let's meet first...
then intercourse .
And when years pass-by,
You'll remember what was like;
My tongue surfing vaginal seas,
wave after wave heading to that clit.
Tremors rumble, steam arise,
fire in between,
rivers of pleasure splash my chin.
Subtle moan calls for more...
Don't worry sugar...let's meet first...
then intercourse .
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Nobody
My feelings scramble looking for you
digging and searching with a little bit of despair.
I know you were in there.
Fainting knowledge that in some point in time,
relevance was almost all yours...
What happened? I will give a dime...
So I look at you....stunning as always,
sunshine within your smile,
those twin peaks of raging fire...
(ah!! still feel the burn on my lips...)
But...that's all there is...
no more wango tango,
no more chills...
a cheeseburger scores higher
in my list....but hey !!...
I'm writing this for you.......
digging and searching with a little bit of despair.
I know you were in there.
Fainting knowledge that in some point in time,
relevance was almost all yours...
What happened? I will give a dime...
So I look at you....stunning as always,
sunshine within your smile,
those twin peaks of raging fire...
(ah!! still feel the burn on my lips...)
But...that's all there is...
no more wango tango,
no more chills...
a cheeseburger scores higher
in my list....but hey !!...
I'm writing this for you.......
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Swing Between
There you were,
walking the memorized and desperate path of hopelessness,
dragging your feet under the scorching sun,
cup on hand as accessory
and your beauty as temporary souvenir.
What's the story behind that smile...
what's the catch...
red flag here, but...
as a human being,
the tragedy matters,
not the vile....
Why the waste?
Why the haste?
to become,
just another case.
.
walking the memorized and desperate path of hopelessness,
dragging your feet under the scorching sun,
cup on hand as accessory
and your beauty as temporary souvenir.
What's the story behind that smile...
what's the catch...
red flag here, but...
as a human being,
the tragedy matters,
not the vile....
Why the waste?
Why the haste?
to become,
just another case.
.
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Those Eyes....!
Like a storm in high seas,
where nothing can hide,
and everybody trembles at it's sight...
that's the effect of those eyes.
Cyclone of emotion,feeling,passion...
A relentlessly whirpool accion...
Sucks me in, grabs me tight...
I let go, it does feel right.
Oh those eyes !!, what they are?
Reflection of the soul, someone said....
windows to the inner self, another stated,
conduit to a dimension deep into your heart,
my opinion is that.
Who am I to fight?
Who am I to deny.....
the magnetism of your eyes....
.
where nothing can hide,
and everybody trembles at it's sight...
that's the effect of those eyes.
Cyclone of emotion,feeling,passion...
A relentlessly whirpool accion...
Sucks me in, grabs me tight...
I let go, it does feel right.
Oh those eyes !!, what they are?
Reflection of the soul, someone said....
windows to the inner self, another stated,
conduit to a dimension deep into your heart,
my opinion is that.
Who am I to fight?
Who am I to deny.....
the magnetism of your eyes....
.
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Dreamer
Am I?
Are you?
Are they?
Aren't we all?
A better world to live at,
as a teenager my dream was that.
But now,with the years passing by,
reality sets standards for me to untie...
Dreams are made out of hopes,wishes and desires,
utopic universe,in which we are masters and acquirers,
Actors,Doctors, Fireman, or few others pherhaps...
Not to dream is to die in the arms of the complacency,
leading to the inevitability of a self-impossed destiny.
We all're born winners, but only few claim the prize
Are you?
Are they?
Aren't we all?
A better world to live at,
as a teenager my dream was that.
But now,with the years passing by,
reality sets standards for me to untie...
Dreams are made out of hopes,wishes and desires,
utopic universe,in which we are masters and acquirers,
Actors,Doctors, Fireman, or few others pherhaps...
Not to dream is to die in the arms of the complacency,
leading to the inevitability of a self-impossed destiny.
We all're born winners, but only few claim the prize
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Energy
Energy...we are hungry for it,
we cheat for it...for it we fight,
we kill for it....for it we die...
Wars are being fought,
and with them ,rivers of blood.
The end justifies the means,
our politics love to say...or...
is it the Corporations pulling the strings?
The truth...
at least for electricity,
fossil fuel use....
is a futility.
A self-regenerative system is the clue.
we cheat for it...for it we fight,
we kill for it....for it we die...
Wars are being fought,
and with them ,rivers of blood.
The end justifies the means,
our politics love to say...or...
is it the Corporations pulling the strings?
The truth...
at least for electricity,
fossil fuel use....
is a futility.
A self-regenerative system is the clue.
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Full Moon
The howling ripped through the night,
like a swift sharp knife...
I woke up....I'm alive...
... what heck was that !!
She was so real, frightening...
and yet...and yet....
glowing eyes looked at me...
with obvious desires,
spear nails grabbed my shoulders,
misty breath surrounded my face...
my strength weakened...muscles were sore...
trying to freed my self...futile...
I just couldn't resist...
it was so intoxicating...
She was so real,terrifying...
and yet....an yet...
so beautiful...so stunning...
golden strings tickle my...
like a swift sharp knife...
I woke up....I'm alive...
... what heck was that !!
She was so real, frightening...
and yet...and yet....
glowing eyes looked at me...
with obvious desires,
spear nails grabbed my shoulders,
misty breath surrounded my face...
my strength weakened...muscles were sore...
trying to freed my self...futile...
I just couldn't resist...
it was so intoxicating...
She was so real,terrifying...
and yet....an yet...
so beautiful...so stunning...
golden strings tickle my...
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Into the night........
I love you with all my heart...
I love you....
not because i've dreamt of you,
but because you are my dream come true.
I exist in a place near craziness,
twilight of shadows,
distorted images that fill me with sorrows,
for me, without you...
there's no tomorrow.
Drifting into the night,
I let go....
Darkness approaches...
eyes desperately deny a tear drop......
Why am I feeling alone?
Men don't cry !!....
just sob.
I love you....
not because i've dreamt of you,
but because you are my dream come true.
I exist in a place near craziness,
twilight of shadows,
distorted images that fill me with sorrows,
for me, without you...
there's no tomorrow.
Drifting into the night,
I let go....
Darkness approaches...
eyes desperately deny a tear drop......
Why am I feeling alone?
Men don't cry !!....
just sob.
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