Best Groins Poems

They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call her Storm
she is the feature act.
Drawing her minions
in for months...

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Animalistic Love

How can I describe making love to you?
So many words I would like to use
Love to use
I know they are offensive to some
Maybe some have never experienced such passion
Others may have but not known the words to describe it
In that dark room with the...

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Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain

and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His Love too unconditional

while Diomed (or Tydides)
wreaks havoc on the Trojans...

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"Catch that cloud with an upturned eye,"
Said the spy with the sourpuss, sober cry,
When or whether, the weather of feathers fly high,
What are we but watchers of the sighing fly?
Whose wings chop winds with whirling rolls,
Bent in the front of the centerfold gold,
A pyrite prison...

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Losing hair is a sign of ageing,
Except for other eventual reasons, of course.
Thank God, I'm just getting older, not ill.
My sight is not the same anymore.
Even when wearing glasses, focus is sometimes blurred.
Knees? Oh, please!
None of them work like before.
On weekdays, they are really painful.
Weekends...

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War and Harmony

I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.

A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.

A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.

See you later sealed with a kiss...

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The lotus
of our passion 
blossomed, petal by petal,
blushing pink, 
caressed by moist misty morning-dew,
encircled by the amorous bees 
buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication!

Musky smell of sweat slithers in the 
valley of your bosom’s cleavage,
heaving my dizzy head
in the comfort of your lavish lap,
while waterfall of your...

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They are all over me! See my ankles, my loins and my groins....
This one along my chest, most ugly, uh?
And the one across my tummy?
How can you call me beautiful?
May be if this mirror is a damned liar.....

I used to detest them but now I...

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Garden sentinel, carrion he’s stripping 
Woolf tail wagging white fangs ripping 
Stream-of-consciousness telling, spewing
Dog’s breakfast masticating, chewing

Mourning doves cooing, woo-OO-ing
Backyard cricket legs rubbing, chirping
Hot summer night simmering, squalling
Beginnings long day ending, waning

Winged silhouette floating, rising
Sleepy canine lies dreaming, chasing
The stranger rises--ascending, falling
Moonlight beaming, shadow stalking

Temptress...

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Torrero sans l’aide de Picador
Such artful courage sans pareil :
Gored in the loins

No need to shout who Bad Guys stand for
Mean lances of the Picador slay
Split Toro groins

Speak not of Bad Guys in the same breath
As of fighting bulls and bull-fighters :
Can courage die

Seek not...

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Part I: Sin

Mariah of Magdala

The cursed one among women

Better that you were not born

The one full of black evil

Queen of prostitutes

None of modest can be traced in you

Yet men still Adour you

They still come crawling even in black dark	

They do not care if day is...

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You are a woman, with numerous names –
Whore,
Harlot, 
Courtesan,
Street Walker,
Concubine,
Lady of the night,
Prostitute,
a sex worker???

Bird of prey -
eyed by predator pimps, 
numerous numb nights 
spent in bleak brothels,
flocked like cattle in filthy sheds,
Time-etched face -
worn-out profane beauty 
concealed in mask of makeup
lures lewd customers
to satiate...

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How will you measure the wide
gulf between words and hyphens ?
             The apostrophes will give you 
             restrain and isolation.

The predators...

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A fallen villain;
Slayer of the innocent and lover of pain;
A gifted mystic who prostituted the endowments of Nature,
And thus drunk her  cup of fury with mysterious pleasure.

Sharks found a rare meal of flesh and blood
That they would not have had,
Thanks to the seasond American...

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Her skin, though, lustrous, white,
Develops a pallid, yellowish tint,
Avoids sunlight to prevent solar tan,
And yet develops a mahogany tan.

Pigmented palms and soles and knuckles,
Scattered on the face are numerous freckles,
On the tongue, lips and inside of the cheeks,
Bluish black patches or brownish streaks.

Her days of...

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