hey man, where's the PUSSY thread???

glasshouse

lovers lust for the smell of touch
the taste of openness
dignity presented with perverted longings
open your mouth and show me how much you love me
open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
heartbroken and all torn up
so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
shit for snow
indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
the memory of the taste what was
the smell of what'll never be again
her mouth forever turned away
her legs opening for any lover but him
so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
heartbroken and forever fucked up

catefrances

it got squished under the wheel of a car.

glasshouse

catefrances wrote:

it got squished under the wheel of a car.

why? some unnecessary atrocities ?

glasshouse

lets keep this thread open by posting responsibly/sensitively :eek:

catefrances

glasshouse wrote:

why? some unnecessary atrocities ?

i can only speculate. and that's not really my thing.

genie

glasshouse wrote:

lovers lust for the smell of touch
the taste of openness
dignity presented with perverted longings
open your mouth and show me how much you love me
open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
heartbroken and all torn up
so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
shit for snow
indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
the memory of the taste what was
the smell of what'll never be again
her mouth forever turned away
her legs opening for any lover but him
so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
heartbroken and forever fucked up

hmm...not bad, but i preferred your other poems. maybe once your anger goes away, you'll be able to write a whole book of poems about pussy

plus you know what moderators are like! they delete everything they think is inappropriate :rolleyes: just keep on posting more, and more and more threads like these

TrixieCat

I really enjoyed reading this.
It is more my style.
Nicely done.

genie

it's that it?? i want more poems!! and i want them now

glasshouse

Young Woman stares up at Mr. Desire
mosquito penetration and fire
death becomes her
Mr. Desire won't be wheeping long
in fact
he won't be wheeping at all
methodically exploiting unhindered desires
Young Woman ignorant to touch
virgin representation of a first release
life escapes her
Mr. Desire will not be comforting
in fact
he'll be bending her over
rhythmically steering innocence a past
bad seed's lust for destruction
rhythmically steering innocence a past
every single last one Aches for love
we'll yield our love
to those who seek to hurt
Young Woman dreams in her bed
of Mr. Desire and his blood
and her blood
her past innocence
her present corruption

Jeanie

Please don't stop! hehe!

genie

great work, thank you

glasshouse

Keeping from masturbating oils the creative lube
Restraining from rehearsing your fuck parade
Pumps the blood to your cranium instead of your head
The trick is to elude the imaginative power provoked by the pussy
The penis fly trap contoured so fittingly
The sight of hear firm breasts jumping up and down
While she yearns for even more thump downtown
All these unnecessary cognitive passions needs to be set aside
You know?
In order not to rehearse
To deny training
To shed a frown upon the thought of her wet pungent lips
Excuse me please

#X.

Yes, my original posting, of "Pussy", disappeared.
It's not even in my history section. That's why
I posted the Censorship poem. #X.

Jamal

I like your work a lot glasshouse.
thanks for sharing

glasshouse

i want you to be my dog
for one more day and its night
it is animal flight
let me cover your rear
you'll sway my way
open up and dance
on white tables in black kitchens
my blood will rise and swell and crash into you
throw caution in the wind
strap in for a hard blow
admire the muscles of my passion's sink
taste my thoughts and adhere to my convictions
now i want you to be my dog
so common' over t'night
to my party called animal flight

glasshouse

last night i paid a stripper to open up for me
my Benjamin’s in her hands called her exposure to be
white satin and tanned thighs occupied my view
sitting there imagining me stirring her a' stew
she denied my touching of her void
hard dance and no particular fun being toiled
a room full of lust and hard wood
it boiled down to old rust and her untouched stood
i saw her patting and moaning
but never the less it was occupied with her conscience groaning
my body was burning and yearning
she was bored and relentlessly turning
and what do you want me to do now you darling young one
i want you to take your hand off your dick and be gone

theskyabove

glasshouse wrote:

lovers lust for the smell of touch
the taste of openness
dignity presented with perverted longings
open your mouth and show me how much you love me
open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
heartbroken and all torn up
so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
shit for snow
indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
the memory of the taste what was
the smell of what'll never be again
her mouth forever turned away
her legs opening for any lover but him
so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
heartbroken and forever fucked up

i think this is fantastic. i'd cut the second "her legs", though. just those two words (repeated) make this piece slightly "young" or crass or something. otherwise, very nice. beautiful and real.

theskyabove

oh... and they say...

you don't pay strippers to fuck
you pay 'em to leave

i think it takes a lot, more than most men have, to write about fucking over and over and over again. it gets like porn where the naked woman loses any flash value