Best Pelvic Poems


Love Making

Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch 
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes 
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high 
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge 
The edge of sanity, 
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering 
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia 
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God, 
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming 
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one ****** begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire 
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky 
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night

The Wild One

Raven, rook, black as soot; peck the eyes, erase the lies

Eagle, buzzard, kite makes three; tend the land with sight that sees

On wings, on horse-back, cling tight to sacred mane. Kick dirt violently skywards, falling, earthy rain

The drum, the drum it resounds with hoof force; muscle, tendon, bone, blood, powers take course

Heart beat meets drum, meets feet, meets fist, frenzied, fueled, fearless rhythm attack; sweat soaked hair and back

Wild is coming, surfacing fast; no apology, full synergy, unashamedly cast

Alchemy, soul fire, black crow hair takes flight as searing eyes catch brightly alight

Baring teeth, baring all; sweeping, flowing, pelvic bowl

Skin alive as once remembered, tonight we dance entranced, dismembered

For all that surrounds us, encompassed in one; the beat, the feet, the pounding drum.

Premium Member Composed and Written in Less Hyper-Sexual, Manic Mood on the Eve of 8 May 2018


Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
     It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)

Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
     and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic! 

Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
     and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)

To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
     but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:

oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,  
     and copulate with total abandon    
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).   

So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
     this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.


Premium Member Some Signs That I'M Getting Old

My beautiful hair is now turning grey -
a sign of age that I cannot deny.
But I’ll fight it until my dying day …
I have huge stocks of my titian hair dye!

My waterworks don’t behave as they should,
I laugh or sneeze and I dribble some wee.
Pelvic exercises don’t do much good -
I wear ‘Depends’ pads that no one can see!

My memory is now getting quite bad
I repeat words, I repeat words I say.
As long as I live I’ll be very glad …
until they carry my coffin away!

Failing health and faculties, are my fears
I may live to regret my twilight years!

A fictional write – I am admitting to nothing apart from dyeing my hair !!!


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Premium Member On Very Wet Days I Feel So Miserable

Out walking, and I need a leak
A toilet I urgently seek
There’s now’t but a bush
Oops I felt a whoosh
Wet panties - I don’t need to peek!

I contact my doctor called Emma
And explain my awful dilemma
That when I need to pee
There is such urgency
It ruins walks with my pup Gemma

I have the solution Doc cries
Just try pelvic floor exercise
It’ll help with your bladder
And will make you feel gladder
It’s superb for ladies and guys!

Premium Member An Ode To My Hips

I folIow the beat as  your samba rolls,
 wanting to curl around a curve of hips 
that sways in its raw tenderness
 like a flamed thrill , a pelvic grind--
And nightfall 's ledge aligns with saucy grooves
twirling  a bouncy moonlit charm,
where movement of fertile hourglass whirls...
' dance, sisters,dance! '

POTD


Do You?

Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Shouting lyrics to songs
Guzzling beer from bongs

Do you like to dance
Pelvic thrusting at every chance
Giving girls your card
That says Napoleon Bonaparte

Do you like grassy lands
Holding on with both your hands
Praying for your drunken soul
As the Earth spins out of control

Do you like to drive
Going fifty-three in a thirty-five 
Telling cops you can’t be arrested
Because you might be dyslexic

Do you like to call home 
Collect on your new cell phone
Begging for a second chance
Because Bubba has no pants

Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Giving your keys to friends 
Because karma has no end

Do you?

Woman

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I should probably inhale & exhale 
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise 
I do mechanical muscle  management to strengthen & maximise 
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail.. 
 
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold? 
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base 
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures 
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould 
 
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go 
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago 
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce 
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use? 
 
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword 
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten 
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten 
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards 
 
 
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine 
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male 
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours 
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine……

I Stand Corrected

Fatty deposits
called CELLULITE mostly plague
the pelvic region

Beg your pardon sir?
Oh, I see! It’s CELLULAR
Let’s try this again…

Fatty deposits
called CELLULAR mostly plague
the pelvic region


For the 'Cellular Reality' contest sponsored by Marvin Celestial

Is It Hot In Here

IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very very old.
I sometimes find my my car keys in obscure places
I often forget names, while remembering certain faces.
I`m 50 shades of madness, go from saint to sinner,
I eat chocolate for my breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner.
I often lie in bed with my heart and mind both racing
bang on red alert when it`s just my pillow I`m facing
I have a yen for change, I want a tie dye dress in blue.
I want to get naked in a field under a snuggly at midnight, true.
I`d rather have a hob nob than a quickie with a stranger
I`ve forgotten all the words to "Away in a manger".
I often google questions, that apparently nobody asks,
The naughtiest I get, is putting whites with colourfast.
I wander round my place with a million good intentions
to complete the jobs at hand, then start dreaming of inventions.
I get time warped, tongue tied, and prickly
I lose my direction and the plot quite quickly.
I`m managing not to pee when I sneeze
I`m doing pelvic exercises would you please.
My sex is definitely not "on fire"
I don`t even fancy Danny Dyer!
Is it Monday today? I`ve forgotten what I was saying..........

Premium Member Wave of Solace

 In stillness of evening when
lull and hush invite a holy ritual,
My cells, my being , my every heave
release the kiln of soft fire, as ivory light
comes  “to flow out across the mother 
of all waters,” gently tapping my pulse
“to lose myself on the black and silky currents”…
my hand blossoms in quiet meditation,
until I become a white evening woman

balancing myself between two pelvic walls.


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Contest:The Colors Black And White of Laura Loo
~inspiration from poet Mary Oliver’s lines 
in “ White Night”

Resubmitted 2/18/2017

The Disaster Haunts Bhopal

     On the night of December 2, 1984
a toxic gas leak at a Union Carbide pesticide plant
was a terrible tragedy that continues to evoke 
strong emotions even 30 years later, 
disaster haunts Bhopal survivors.

 

When the sun rose the next morning, 
the magnitude of devastation was clear.
Dead bodies of humans and animals blocked the street, 
leaves turned black and a smell of 
burning chili peppers lingered in the air. 

 

Plant run by Union Carbide leaked about 40 tons of 
deadly methyl isocyanate gas into the air in Bhopal, 
quickly killing about 4,000 people. 
Lingering effects of the poison pushed 
the death toll to about 15,000 over the next few years.

 

In November 1984, most of the safety -
systems were not functioning 
and many valves and lines were in poor condition. 
In addition, several vent gas scrubbers had been out of service 
as well as the steam boiler, intended to clean the pipes.

 

The pipes were rusty, 
The rust in the iron pipes made the reaction faster.
All the contents of the tank were released 
within a period of about two hours.
The tank had been maintained badly.

 

I can feel the pain of Mohammed Ismail, Alia, 
Rasida Bibi, Kanhya and much, more people of Bhopal
Who suffering from leukorrhea, pelvic inflammatory disease, 
excessive menstrual bleeding, 
and suppression of lactation.

 

Civil and criminal cases were filed 
in the District Court of Bhopal
causing death by negligence.
But justice has eluded the people of Bhopal for more than 20 years. 
Union Carbide, refuses to assume these liabilities in India  
or clean up the toxic poisons left behind.

Premium Member Loose Woman - Warning Bawdy Limerick

They’re in his car, he rubs her back
But Sue quickly gives him some flack
She says stop it Rex
You’ve no chance of sex
Because my V'gina’s too slack

It loosened when our babe arrives
I’ve tried pelvic floor exercise
Sue says don’t get stroppy
Cos you're loose and floppy
This happens to some older guys!

09/20/20

Love Again

Love again
And love after love
Ends in dissolution of joy
I pause, not for me,
Because of this much I am certain
And long winded Socrates cannot pull the curtain
Of logics down unless a fallacy is there
I found what he has proven in every tear
And smile bemused with dry eyes
For I shall always be as I know to be
And who I am I know for certain.

Love again
And love after love
People come laden with feelings
Confused about their identity
Hoping to be cuddled, kiss
Flattered, fawn at, frazzle your nerves with demand for attention
And after every tantrum and scream
Sit pouting to be caressed
For you to beg their forgiveness for their childishness
And lack of maturity.
I could say "grow up!"
But you cannot tickle, cajole, or command growth
It is the spontaneous fulfilment of identity
The ultimate goal of maturity.

Love again
And love after love 
Have failed, people withered without fruiting
For feeling is never enough
And keep changing like seasons, but without warning
The whole view of world falls in disarray
And I, desolate, alone, face this storm of disbelief
That God has no image left in the world,
But I
Knowing one more thing than Socrates
Thasoul

t love is a person, a being
So that love can only be the gift of self
The annihilation of individuality
The final becoming
Of the ultimate identitty. Every cohesion
And pelvic thrust is not the satisfaction until
Bone fuse with bone, and flesh with flesh
And God and man hold hands in one united soul.

Love again
And love after love
This approximation makes us vulnerable
Frightened 
For ego is the only sacrifice love accepts
And with every flight the ritual of lies begin
Strand after strand
The decomposition of the soul
Marriages marred, melted in mist of tears
I stay peculiar with the years
From the potter's hand
I am the image as I am.

Random Thoughts *45* Rough Draft

Love like you've never loved before
Reaching your hand out to a closed door
Thinking I knew what was in store
Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor

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In the club dancing, alone on the wall
posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall
Not a care at all,
I feel seven feet tall.
Influenced by the alcohol, stimulated by the beats
No matter the intoxication I methodically move my feet,
Pelvic thrusting is how I greet
This beauty who smells so sweet.

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Look,
This is for everyone who has met their soul mate only to find out that 
their search is far from over.. Is their such a person, can one satisfy
enough to to maintain love?
Sometimes skeletons rise from hibernation and those skeletons become
loves' Achilles heal... Stealing what hope was their, leaving you alone,
left posted on the wall... 
In the club trying to yet again fall...


Jared Pickett
8/28/09
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