Posts Tagged ‘porn’

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He wants her in the water like a lily made of flesh

He wants her in the mountains scaring yeti out of caves

He wants her riding nowhere at the beginning of the day

He wants her to embrace him in succulent moonlight

He wants her sweet and writhing in the intensity of fuck

He wants her to rewire his brain into a more pleasing configuration

He wants her to convince him that he is worthwhile and not a chump

He wants her to put up with his porn-perverted sexuality

He wants to wax along her wobbly sex

He wants to gnarl around her three pointed paradise

He wants her to pretend he is attractive

He wants her to extend her body to him

She doesn’t want to

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Lesbians

Posted: March 31, 2017 in poetry
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I don’t know why I spend so much time looking at lesbian porn

It is a sad and lonely pastime

I suspect they’re probably just gay for pay

Is it because I can’t imagine myself in the scenario

Or just because I don’t like looking at cocks

I knew a woman

Like a mirror image

Who liked looking at gay male porn

I’m sure that lesbians are 20 percent cooler than straight people

Just because they don’t need men

And they’ve always seemed really cool to me

Let’s face it men suck ass

I hate myself for being a man

I hate myself for being lonely

I hate myself for being fat

I hate myself for being over forty and not young and funky

I am a sad individual

I am going to die alone

 

 

 

‘What are you thinking?’

Posted: June 5, 2014 in poetry
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‘What are you thinking?’ she asks
When I lie there blissful in the closeness of it all
Fully exposed for all to see
Naked in bed staring into her beautiful misty brown eyes
And yet she likes me enough to sleep with me
I have never felt such joy
Or does she even love me
It doesn’t seem to matter
She mounts and lowers on top of me and our bodies are locked together
I put my hands on her breasts as our bodies shimmer and shake together
We are one organism in the unity of orgasm, a writhing mess of limbs and orifices,
We are bound with a bond that changes us both and we relish the togetherness of it all
But eventually it will end with few tears and I will be alone again