Best Lecherous Poems

There once was a fox, as wise as can be,
 He lived in the hollow of an old oak tree.
 Not so very far from...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte,...

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Now let me be the first to hasten to say,

And all your smirks and snide remarks allay,

That I've never darkened the door of a cabaret,

Where...

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budding beauty blushing
not coy but provocative

adoring flowers kissed her lips with color
wove a clasp to hold her long hair
tattooed their image on her face

she lives...

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Kinky boots ... 
kicking naked truth
Stripped bare
down to the nightshade roots

Temptress gaze ... 
collecting laundered money 
off the dirty parquet

Her pay-for-play
get the tilted short cups
ice...

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Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!

Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the...

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The man with the whip takes the terrible trip
Fools slide and fiends slip...soon they all land in his grip
On a sinking slaveship in a sea...

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Raised in a somber household where she could do nothing right,
she would flounder in every chore her parents had her do.
Picked on by classmates, she...

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I watch the smoulder in your eyes ... rise
Flames licking inhibition, searing our entropy and ache
I am the yang to your yin, the neophyte to...

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Give me some dancing shoes
Move out of my jazzy red suede blues
Let me whirl my bipolar absolute truth
Who is that? Is that dead husband of...

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her thoughts, dolorous, often smolder in her mind
long before they are penned upon paper
often crumpled and disregarded
like kindle for a fire
they call them poems anyway

she...

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Of late, nature moans  inside a scraped womb
As her lush environ   FLOUNDERS    breaks  out…
Played  like a trusting...

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Quite a few of them tried rather fervently
To reach the light that hangs in bows
Sent sideways perversely
Through shadows of mist-like moonbows.

Or like a sundream cascading...

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~Evil Lucia~


Salad, spaghetti, Spumoni.
M-m-m good....
Lecherous Lucia lusted for the waiter,
Hardly the pizzazy food!
Swirling the Chianti in her glass,
Staring at that Sicilian, hunky, manly mass.



Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019...

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