Best Squirting Poems

The Colours of Happy

I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to...

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Reminiscing a Future

Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
                ...

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"We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.

A collective, almost silent...

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Written: October 10, 2023   
Night Bewitches                  ...

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Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Washing away the plastic smiles and squirting flowers,
cherry nose cascading down the drain.
He Tosses the big clown feet to the...

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The dry, frayed ends of autumn, the garden 
charred by successive waves of night frosts, 
the scent of wild grapes in the air.

Outside the kitchen’s...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton

It's all about this...

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When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I...

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Down by the rock pools
My hand gloved in your wrinkles
New discoveries
Starfish, crabs and mermaids purse,
Squirting sea anenomes....

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I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom

A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us...

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we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes 
of a million long dead ghosts

   beneath the blackness of our...

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It is in ponds, streams and rivers,
And also in lakes and oceans.
Sometimes it stands still,
But mostly it's in motion.

From the air, it will say hello,
From...

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apples grapes peaches on tray
silky rinds explode 
flesh blended with milky cream
nectar squirting juice,
add cherry toppings
toothy- fruit
binge!


Make Me Drool With Epulaeryu ...

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