To lick your length getting you nice and wet closing my soft lips over you
With my hands on your hips
Your groans get louder your breathing quickens your dick begins to pulse
Biting your lips cause
You are hunger and I am possessed by starvation
And you should be at risk of blowing your load every-time you read my poetry
But don't cum to fast
Cause I masturbate ideas in your head
Glistening forbidden honey
I got your eyes lingering on my sweet enticing lips...
There’s sucking dick and there’s giving head
There’s an art to good head and m**********r you’ve put me through the master class
I used to be Bob Ross with a happy little erection in my mouth and now after you with your goddamn hands in my hair
I realize that I’m the Salvador Dali of cocksuckers
I’m bleeding nightmares in your apathetic lap while your eyes roll back and you pray for the walls to start melting before you jack those hips and shove yourself deeper down my throat and my porn star eyes look up and you forget to die at the sight of my prom queen mouth stretched by your girth
I like that moment because I can sort of take it easy a little reflexive swallowing maybe and count the hooker-red lipstick rings
The endless shades of other b*****s who gobbled your meat because you can twist a phrase the way a good poetic s**t
-Strike that-
Like I can twist my tongue around a throbbing stick
And I like the way my baby doll bubblegum pink gloss reflects the light on the red-stained canvas of your c**k
While you’re too sensitive to be touched when you’re too sated to want to be when you’re too damn used to having the smell of you in my my hair as soon as you reach for your belt and it’s just too much effort to pull it out anymore
I can pull back
No F*****g Worries
I can pull back
Because you learn that in the master class too don’t you
babe
I’m going to turn around smiling leave you to pull up your own jeans
My index finger wiping the corners of my mouth and running it inside my lips tasting the hot salt of you
As my other hand reaches for the tube of gloss and I wonder what
screamscape
I’ll paint next
Because you want to feel my wet ink lips tightly stretched over your swollen prose head
Cause I want you at risk of blowing your load every-time you read my poetry
just when i think you can't push the limits of lust in poetry you undo my mind a little further, such is a gift in thought you bring to climaxing danger, your words in a rush of blood have ecstasy red and alert in the will of Freudian quills...amazing stuff
I would LOVE to be psychoanalyzed. Freud would have had a field day with me.
In Freudia.. read moreI would LOVE to be psychoanalyzed. Freud would have had a field day with me.
In Freudian theory, the mind is structured into two main parts: the conscious and unconscious mind. The conscious mind includes all the things we are aware of or can easily bring into awareness. The unconscious mind, on the other hand, includes all of the things outside of our awareness – all of the wishes, desires, hopes, urges and memories that lie outside of awareness yet continue to influence behavior. Freud compared the mind to an iceberg. The tip of the iceberg that is actually visible above the water represents just a tiny portion of the mind, while the huge expanse of ice hidden underneath the water represents the much larger unconscious.
"I think Im good at poetry because I can tap into my unconscious mind I think all poets can to a certain iceberg point ... That is want to zone means to me (The writing zone) its a stream No a drip into the hidden mind. Is it lost in me or am I lost in it?
11 Years Ago
either way you can sure sinks ships with it, and leave us swimming and drowning in your stream of co.. read moreeither way you can sure sinks ships with it, and leave us swimming and drowning in your stream of consciousness
11 Years Ago
I dont even know what to say to that haha all I can do is smile seems you got me at a loss of words
just when i think you can't push the limits of lust in poetry you undo my mind a little further, such is a gift in thought you bring to climaxing danger, your words in a rush of blood have ecstasy red and alert in the will of Freudian quills...amazing stuff
I would LOVE to be psychoanalyzed. Freud would have had a field day with me.
In Freudia.. read moreI would LOVE to be psychoanalyzed. Freud would have had a field day with me.
In Freudian theory, the mind is structured into two main parts: the conscious and unconscious mind. The conscious mind includes all the things we are aware of or can easily bring into awareness. The unconscious mind, on the other hand, includes all of the things outside of our awareness – all of the wishes, desires, hopes, urges and memories that lie outside of awareness yet continue to influence behavior. Freud compared the mind to an iceberg. The tip of the iceberg that is actually visible above the water represents just a tiny portion of the mind, while the huge expanse of ice hidden underneath the water represents the much larger unconscious.
"I think Im good at poetry because I can tap into my unconscious mind I think all poets can to a certain iceberg point ... That is want to zone means to me (The writing zone) its a stream No a drip into the hidden mind. Is it lost in me or am I lost in it?
11 Years Ago
either way you can sure sinks ships with it, and leave us swimming and drowning in your stream of co.. read moreeither way you can sure sinks ships with it, and leave us swimming and drowning in your stream of consciousness
11 Years Ago
I dont even know what to say to that haha all I can do is smile seems you got me at a loss of words
Miss Samantha. A amazing poem. So many powerful statements.
"I realize that I’m
the Salvador Dali of cocksuckers"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote
HAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long
I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t
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