Best Intercourse Poems
Getting your attention I am sure
Right now we are having Intercourse
Some fear this word in conversation
Hidden for lack of education
Man has perverted this word
Placing sex above conversation
If I were to walk up to any women and say
I think you are very pretty may we have intercourse
What would her first thought’s be
This simple example may open your eyes
To how man has complicated communication
We take our evil thought’s and pervert our words
We over use our words this waters them down
Love has lost love and hate has gained
Gay no longer means happy
We change our meanings to our words
So how can we understand or have
Intercourse when we mix up our words
This may sound silly and not to important
look around we all have been separated
From lack of Intercourse
The body summons the soul
And together they commune
With breathe of burning ardour...
Compose baritone in concordance
Of larghetto soprano….
Mesh with pulsating beat
Of Deep throbbing heart
Possess by rhapsodic Afro-juju spirit…
And the world comes to a stand still
Listening…!
The moon jigs her backside
And tilts the mass of the basin fluid…
Lento ascend the euphonic resonance…!
The earth quake and tear apart
As the river washes body and soul
And discharge into the hollow emptiness
Of her moist pit…
All dead… and the world moves again!
(….Just imagining).
Brrring!
Hello!.. Oh, hi
dear...fine.. You?... that's good to
hear...dinner?..where? Perkin's is fine.
Bye Love.
The very first time I got in the mood
and had a intercourse with my pen,
nine blank verses came to pass
before my thoughts spoken,
and I bear witness to the birth of
deep poetry verses back then.
I fathered these verses as they creep
until they mature to stanza then walk.
shortly after the silence of my writing
pad fill with potent word picture art.
Art that entertain the reader and
stitch the fabrics of many torn heart.
Strap ya helmet on
and while you at it
pass the keys, we'll
ride and eat on
words for dinner,
homie pass the
peas,
I don't do this on
purpose, it's the
way things have to
be, I'll smack these
kids without a
daddy, little
bastards please.
Expand your mind a
bit and you can
comprehend the
flow, there's no
amor for garden
tools cause we
don't love them
hoes,
let William foot the
Bill that Matt can
wipe his feet on
quick, my potna
Rich concurs the
other Richard's just
a Dick.
These words can
read like any book,
don't be afraid to
look, goodfellas root
for guys in movies
living life like
shnooks,
you'll never freeze in
coal that people
use to feed the
heat, I spank on my
filet mignon
therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make
a pizza out of $100
notes, cause all
you need is sauce
and cheese with
lots of flattened
dough,
your car breaks
down in traffic?
Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and
whilst you wait get
stoned with lots of
dro that rock ya
dome.
They call me Mr.
Heinz cause you're
in back and can't
catch up, you'll get
the FICA treatment
when I'm taxin
that's whasup,
and that's no
homosexual, I'm
happy cause I'm
gay, my pounds are
like my methods so
it's 2-8-0 my weigh.
I hope y'all get the
message how
it's 'sposed to come
across, I clean my
teeth with currency
so yes indeed I
floss,
the doctor wants to
rush and send the
people to their day,
I guess it's safe to
say he has no
patience either way.
My wordplay is a
blessing like the
other side of sin,
when makin love it's
guaranteed I will
arrive again,
so come and join
the sideshow 'cept
the magic isn't blue,
I wear my t-shirts
circle necked when
rollin with my crew.
To read is
fundamental but to
not is dumb as hell,
some people love
stupidity, I wish the
others well,
my word'll slide
inside a chick and
keep her tunnel hot,
it's verbal
intercourse
vernacully I've
touched the spot.
in my lowliness you remembered me
after man had torn wrappings
of my soul leaving only
my flesh to devour
small things withered
beneath my earthly realm
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet
you'd entered me craving my soul
my heart filled with such desire
as i'd prayed for human compassion
pure affection was totally absent
from a broken woman bleeding
my flesh mascerated
shredded in the haste
of a car bomb equivelent
to one rib of man child an yet
you remembered me taking my soul
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia
while di vatican called my name
trumpets roared throughout
this granduer of openess
wholeness occured weeping flushed
from mine eyes dining in your diviness
the purity of the holy spirit
desiring me a flower blooming
clinging to thorns blood soaked
matted hair cradled my skull an yet
you entered my being creating
an eternal finding above
the santity and salvation
catered untimely to him
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys,
we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass
the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to
be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little
b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the
flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we
don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on
quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's
just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid
to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life
like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the
heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause
all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of
flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with
lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and
can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I
tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay,
my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my
weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to
come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed
ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their
day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience
either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin,
when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so come and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't
blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with
my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l,
some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel
hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
/scene I/
He lay down with exhaustion
that has not been named,
also someone next to him
as strange as the exhaustion
“Eve? Eve? Is it true God
has mentioned the name in heaven?
/scene II/
Someone that lay with closed eyes beside him.
Seems so peacefull:
“but, what is the pulse in my chest,
is also in that chest? In that chest?
Things tremble in my groin, is it
also in that groin? Yes, there?”
The one lay with eyes closed next to him, actually
hasn’t asleep yet. She was doubt,
afraid that it was demon’s work. She really needs to be heard.
Her heart whispering:
“Adam, I don’t really regret
for being sent away from heaven.”
/scene III/
But, there is something that he has’s realize in heaven,
when he touched the same bare body.
Yes, there is something that has not been sense in heaven,
when he stare at the same fascinating eyes.
/scene IV/
The sky still purple, dawn is very young.
The leaf of heart still keep lunar light’s magic.
Strange coldness at the time, demanding
The two body finally complete
the first intercourse on earth. After
so different along the night, demanding.
On the grass, cannot differ, which are sweat,
which are dew, wich are other liquids.
“God, where are Thou last night?”
I've danced beside The Devil, pale moonlight we're
toe to toe, the embers of my life emit a warm and
somber glow,
which lights the darkest corners of a place inside my
mind, a twitch defines my eye and I'm resigned to
think of times,
When life was oh so simple, go to school, do work
and eat, time changed the thrill of victories to
urgently defeat,
the dreams I chose to seek fell by the wayside to the
street, the wind beneath my wings became the
Timbs beneath my feet.
A couple lady freaks emblazed my steak, their gravy
sweet, with mashed potato lovin in the hot and hazy
heat,
I thought I was the man but was a man who claimed
to be, what changed all that? The coming of my
precious baby G.
I've flirted with the outskirts of a suicide attempt, it
couldn't have been that bad you're thinking but in my
defense,
my mental fortitude was not as strong as is today, I
used to lay back with a spliff and long for better days.
Well some things change but stay the same this
thang is not a game, my Milton Bradley antics kept
my mental slaved in chains,
and though I aged with grace it seemed my actions
stayed the same, I closed my eyes, stopped looking,
guess that's when the angels came.
The knowledge I possessed it grew by tenfold
overnight, I learned to love 1 woman and just how to
hold her tight,
my queen to be, she seemingly arrived by oversight,
I pledge for my whole life to never tell her no at night.
I cut off family members cause they all were tryna
trip, I'd rather die inside a ditch than love those lying
tricks,
I'd rather guide a life beside my wife with iron grip,
than share my blood with individ'uals dyin for a hit.
Attention junkies pumping massive venom in the air,
debase my name with swears cause in the long run
I don't care,
There's 1 God who will judge me for the way I've
handled strife, my words will sex you up it's verbal
intercourse, my life.
His fur was soft and clean
as he ran
it was like a dream
when he tripped and fell
staight into hell
then he started to scream
What swims and starts with the letter “T”... two ducks of course
Thought that was easy but apparently it was difficult intercourse
Didn't mean to cause tension
At sex, the mere mention
Did you misconstrue the meaning of THAT word I endorsed
I'm free falling, heaven's no longer calling
The sins I've committed are beyond appalling
I dream every night without a good moment
Every vision that came became pain's atonement
I don't condone these premonitions
I don't clone my emotions
There can't be two of me in existence
Second guessing my first wishes
That set never came true
My life has been soiled
Time to do the dishes
Cleanse the spirit of dirty plates
My fork and spoons need the Ajax
Because times before with these I still ate
My intercourse sanctions sour grapes
I poured the wine through my dream's virginity
Til it no longer wakes
Dreams still remain reality's plate
Rolling on thin ice
With the sharpest of blades on ice skates
Drowning in frozen water
Baptized in ice
Anointed with another overtime dream
In the middle of hell's first quarter
These themes of dreams Reach peaks and plateaus above Earth Where the air is beyond deep
Sleeping as lung bursts out in flames
In order for my soul to keep
I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...
Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!
Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.