Best Hottie Poems
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
I wanna live again
be an ageless punk
Have meaningless sex
before I get too drunk
I wanna dance on the hood
of a 'Luxury car'
Right after a fight
at the neighborhood bar
All my friends in a frenzy
Black spots in the memory
Drinking a handle
thru a bottle of Pepsi
I wanna live again
I wanna rage till dawn
Waking up unsure
of what drug's I was on
I wanna make out
and take shots from the body
of every girl in the place
who think's I'm a 'Hottie'
Let me surf on the crowd
Scream a kareoke jam
something real heavy
so every body can Slam
Breathing and sweting
at a random wedding
Lip-locked with the 'Bridesmaid"
before the Sun~is~setting
I wanna live again
I wanna risk it all
Exist on the edge
and intentionaly fall
I wanna jump out of plane's
and wrestle with gators
Sleep with the enemy
as a personal favor
I'll take (1)for the team
another shot-for-the-road
What ever it takes
to stop feeling olde
No more sleep
"I can rest when I'm dead"
From now on it's just SEX
every where but the bed
From the ceiling to the wall
gunna 'Moon~Walk' till I fall
Add a twist to my fixations
and formulate a close call...
Victoria's Secret hottie
Was modelling something naughty
With it all on view
What else could I do
But make a run for the potty?
The girl with everything
is what I wanna be,
and I'd give anything
to make her me.
face so beautiful,
hair so right,
my dreams are shattered.
She's the star
that shines bright.
The perfect polish
on her nails,
I'd rather be her
than anyone else.
Everyone knows she's coming
but the scent of
her signature perfume,
you feel an envious vibe
whenever she enters
the room.
She can have
any guys she wants,
and she's got
the perfect body.
People think
she's nice and sweet
and the guys think
she's such a hottie.
I'd give anything
to make her me,
the girl with everything
is all I wanna be
This right here is my swag.
All the boys are acting bad.
So all my hatters pay attention.
Cause this right here is my pretty guh swag.
My pretty guh swag got my hands on my hips.
With my pretty guh swag i walk like a model with my pretty guh swag
everybody know i got that pretty guh swag.
When they see me coming through,
they all scream wow.
They say that girl,
got that pretty girl smile.
She got the attidue,
its on straight.
She got her swagger going out this place.
Lets go.
This right here is my swag.
All the boys are acting bad.
So all my hatters pay attention.
Cause this right here is my pretty guh swag.
My pretty guh swag got my hands on my hips.
With my pretty guh swag i walk like a model with my pretty guh swag
everybody know i got that pretty guh swag.
She is miss diva.
With all the qualities.
She`s the girl all the guys want in a hottie.
She got the look and them pretty guh hips.
They all like when she pretty guh dip.
That's right.
lets go
This right here is my swag.
All the boys are acting bad.
So all my hatters pay attention.
Cause this right here is my pretty guh swag.
My pretty guh swag got my hands on my hips.
With my pretty guh swag i walk like a model with my pretty guh swag
everybody know i got that pretty guh swag.
This girl is on fire with her additude.
This girl don't need nobody telling her what to do.
She might have a boyfriend and yes he`s hers, but she`s still miss independent
with her own swag. yes we bout to take off in
5,4,3,2,1 take off with my swag, you know how I do, you know I got that swag.
Going right like you so you better, watch cause I'm on fire and ima show you how I got my swag getting brighter cause that's just my swag.
This right here is my swag.
All the boys are acting bad.
So all my hatters pay attention.
Cause this right here is my pretty guh swag.
My pretty guh swag got my hands on my hips.
With my pretty guh swag i walk like a model with my pretty guh swag
everybody know i got that pretty guh swag.
An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie"
Was a New York socialite "hottie"
To her lasting disgrace
She slapped Paul Revere's face
When he invited her to the p-ah-ty
She spots a sniffling hottie by her gate
They learn their flight will be three hours late
After a few rounds at the pub
They board and join the Mile High Club
Then the poor dame sneezed for a whole week straight
*For Gwen's contest :)
Knew a wee hottie by the name of Liz
Who always knew exactly the way to give
More than routine
This sex machine
Made me freak out at the sight of her biz
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hey, hey, hey Latin cutie,
hot on the dance floor
come and let me dance with
you, I can feel the heat
radiating from your body
and Whoa I am mesmerized
GET FUNKY,GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY baby oh
yi, yi, yi GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY,GET FUNKY
baby work that FANDANGO
Oh go, go, go and GET
FUNKY baby here on the
dance floor do that FANDANGO
like they do in Rio De Janeiro
Hey, hey, hey you Latin hottie
you, get down on your bad self-shake
It baby shake it, look, look
it looks just like jello on springs
oh baby let me touch it, let me
lick it, let me taste it oooh carumba
bon bon Louis and I don't need no
Spanish fly on the fly oh no 'cuz
you are the bomb you hot, hot
Latin thing...
I can feel the heat radiating from
your body and I am mystified
GET FUNKY, GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY baby oh yi, yi, yi
Whoa work that FANDANGO
oh go, go, go and GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY, GET FUNKY
right here and now on the dance
floor, do that FANDANGO, work
that FANDANGO just like you
used to do in Rio, Rio De Janeiro
and GET FUNKY!
They say you are a real hottie
You have a most supple body
Your looks make me think
That my morals may sink
So hurry beam me up Scotty!
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered
Than making out in the back of a Chevy
With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for
Breathing became rather heavy
Now I'll try to behave coz the censors are watching
And your computers will probably short circuit
With the powers vested in me, I'll try to behave
But it'll be quite a challenge I'll admit
All my many friends I have here on the Soup
Are aware of my penchant for the naughty stuff
After all what's life about but to wiggle and jiggle
While parading around town in the buff
So far the censors haven't any reason to complain
I've been relatively prim and proper
But I sure can't keep this up indefinitely though
I'll blow a gasket as I get all hot and bothered
Eventually though, I catch hold of myself
Since a teenboy, I've actually learned self-control
Can now walk down the street without molesting girls
And the drooling I've controlled on the whole
So in closing I'll say this, my very good friends
There should be a law that allows us guys
The freedom to molest hot voluptuous young fillies
And make out in the back of a Chevy as a prize
© Jack Ellison 2016
i wanna rock
take it to the top
be almost famous
let girls tame us
jam us to their tune
the famous ones too
britanny,joss,belinda carslile
let them go wild
on my body
im the infinite hottie
This collaboration is with Jan Allison
We met at speed dating and you really caught my eye
I thought I’d hit the jackpot, you were such a handsome guy
We spent some minutes chatting and you asked me for a date
Agreed to meet at Gino’s at a quarter after eight
Dressed to the nines and on the corner of the block
I saw you brought your mother 'Oh boy' that was a shock!
We spent the night flirting, like the house was caught on fire
Oh Bob I think you’re so darn hot, you fill me with desire
I was flattered when you asked me, on a date, that much is true
But I really wish you'd had bid your Mum a fond adieu?
I think we could get serious; I’d love to see you more
I’m pleading with you Bob, just leave your mother at the door!
Oh, she seams so darn aggressive in a way I can't believe
and the things, she said she'd like to do with me, I can't conceive
I hope my Mother doesn't notice all the signs I see
the way this little woman throws herself, all over me
Well, perhaps bringing Mom, was not such a good idea
But how can I take her home, and leave this hottie here
Ok, I called a cab and had my mother taken home
So, me and Jan could have a little time here all alone
It seems we hit it off, but our time was running out
When I heard across the room another man give out a shout
As my heart started sinking, I knew that I'd been had
When the man came up to me, and said, Hello I'm Her Dad
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.