Best Three Way Poems
Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams
I have you both in hand
my tongue slick and sleek seeks
to taste the fruits of fields
intoxicated snake
oh! my lust a slither
a quiver serpentine
squeeze innocence with sins
revive the withered vine
anthurium’s shield leaf
your phallic sword unsheathed
exotic frolic fire
in heart-shaped bloom I burn
fire-water-pulse untamed
grabbed by the mane restrained
—unrestrained dreams unleashed
tequila genie free
sassy-frassy lassie
a parasol in pink
frilly and unfolded
beholder beholden
to climb aboard and fly
feminine flamingo
through shaken sky uncorked—
liquid-libido rains
as thirst and thunder reigns
just drop the reins and ride
bridal sweet bridle free
yah barefoot and bareback
yes! drain the bottle dry
free way ticket three way
trifecta perfecta
primal energies spoon
la belle ‘Bianca’ blanc—
wine-skinned mademoiselle
Here in violence and in beauty, living under the same moon
The beauty is so ancient, but the present violence here consumes
On one hand Afghanistan is all that it appears
Insurgents here are so deadly; through the land they spread fear
But a turn of that coin, would reveal a much different side
A land which contested the Great Alexander, and ruled by Shahs with pride
With its mighty Hindu Kush, and many rivers at hand
The graveyard of countless empires, its resistance that spans
The brave here fight hard, a fierce gamble, with their inheritance of wealth
Battling the Taliban with an opulence of old grit, using the hands they were dealt
Keeping Kandahar, Herat, Mazar-i Sharif, and the capital -Kabul
Free from tyrannical domination, oppressed by Taliban rule
I’m in awe of these courageous Afghans, this country has come far
This is the Afghanistan which I see, who else will share where they are?
This poem was inspired by "Under The Same Moon" a three way collaboration by Poet Destroyer A, Chris D.Aechtner, and NIKKO P..
Written DEC 2013 in Afghanistan
"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"
Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this ********.
Incense burn!!
Sex on the Beach
heightens the mood.
I allude,
to a massage.
A mental mirage,
a dream.
Vivid thoughts accrue,
as I knead your birthday suit.
skin like a rare passion fruit,
and I'm working for your nectar.
You're my aperitif,
and I have a sweet tooth
for your vermouth.
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Strumming your neck,
my tongue is the pick.
Hearing you moan lightly, "Oh your so thick."
So eager was the lass,
for me to.... hose down her fire.
You see, the blaze I intensified.
I knew her desires.
Slow down I pleaded,
hasten your pace!
We have all night baby,
and first base is my face.
I had overdosed on her Vermouth.
She poured without a care!
Enveloped in lusts rapture,
it was, to soon to conclude.
Ambiance is important, so I'll set the mood.
Red lights, mirrored headboard
& playing softly in the background,
a love songs
interlude!!!
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Soft moist lips lick you're ear
whispering words of delight
pursuing my plight for your might,
my tongue rolls down your neck
peck on peck,
as my goal unfolds
kissing chest nipples
your dimples of gold
tanned bronze like a god,
excitement,
ecstasy
extension to explode,
the ride enhances as liftoff begins
tastier than sins,
searing flesh on flesh emotions
enmesh juices of love in thrombosis,
in oceanic osmosis,
as we fall...
spent ...
content ...
in orgasmic opulence.....
"This is a collaboration written by three different poets... Starting with Me...
Samuel Brooks has the middle section, and Linda Marie Bariana concludes...
This turned out well and I am sure all of you will agree..
Jared Pickett---Asavvy1
Samuel Brooks----ChocolateWoW-------------------------1/27/2010
Linda Marie Bariana------Sweetheart
She was playing second fiddle
Caught in a three way love affair
Sometime love becomes a riddle
She was playing second fiddle
She found herself in the middle
In this game of hearts all is fair
She was playing second fiddle
Caught in a three way love affair
One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She said" This was suppose
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've been invited to this gala affair at THE JUKE
BOX JAM owned by Sam and I simply have nothing to wear. The
Next day Freda tossed three torn jeans in the trash. Just then Jesse jumped
The juke box and did the jig James and Jonesy joined in, and Willy
Watched as he too started jigging, and he did the jig with Wendy.
It was a BLAST. They went up stairs and sat in chairs and played the
Juke box and did the jig real fast. Talked all night about the jigful past
And other dances that last.
When they went home DAY break shown. It was so surreal. Next
SATURDAY should be the same so socialize. Jesse called Jonesy,
Jonesy called James. A three way conversation of cordial contention.
"Hey man how do you feel?" James asked JONESY
"Man we went all night. I feel alright."
Jesse added "and I feel alright we jigged and we jived."
They agreed in unison. "The thing was live."
This coming Saturday we'll surely bring the girls yeah all
Three JOLIE, JULIA, AND JUSTINE. Yes, then we will all show for a
Sensational Saturday. They all agreed next week SATURDAY will
Have swag, and swing and some swang and sway.
Will Freda and Freddie Foster follow? They're so funny. Those two
Are on the money.
Oh yeah. They'll be there.
We need time alone.
Time alone to play in our love dome.
Our love dome in it we'll turn on our passionate phones.
On our passionate phones there's no call waiting and no three way calls
And no three way calls is not all clear communication from the party of two
Communication from the party of two clearly stated as me and you
Two clearly stated as me and you know what we came to do
And you know what we came to do; come out of that outfit ;you don't need it
Come out of that outfit ;you don't need it; come here and give mommy some good
loving.
Need it; come here and give mommy some good loving. Yes, we need what we
about to do.
Some good loving. Yes, we need what we about to do. So punch in the time clock for
some me and you time.
So punch in the time clock for some me and you time. Tune in to me and I'll tune in to
you. Now we have time alone.
Time alone to play in our love dome!
Self-Image
by Odin Roark
Once of water
Man first eyed himself
Perhaps leaning to drink
Club in one hand
Food clenched firmly in the other
Even today
How arresting first glance must be
While a mother hovers
Cooing with pride
The infant stares up
A crib’s mobile of heart-mirrors
Reflecting images just beginning
Sooner than later
Such imitative echoes become real
Revealing deception’s potency
Urging actuality into the shadows
Giving inner truth little chance
Such becomes one’s three-way mirror
What others see
What might be
What is inexorable
Façade’s reflection
Vague
Invented
Contorted
Mired
Forged
Such folly
Mere antecedent
Ultimately without a trace
Isn’t it strange how I do feel about you? Yet you don’t feel the same way for me…I’m just a
pawn in your three way chess game.
Reaching for a love that I have to share from day to day… yet it always seems to be pushing
me away.
Out and in a revolving door of triangle love affair that never seems to end...around and
around until my head starts to spend.
Never knowing if…today is that day that you will choose to walk away with just him and not
me.
Yet like a prey item about to be pounced on I stay in this relationship which will someday be
my demise, yet I stay here as if I was paralyzed.
No…not an irony, just a foolish man caught up in a volatile love affair that should have never
been, but yet the heart did yearn for, but the mind cries out... you fool… just walk away. The
true irony of it is that both the heart and the mind share the same body, but yet they never
seem to agree. One wants what it wants and the other always disagrees.
Remembering when I was a young lady a few years ago
As gazing through my best friends guest rooms window
Spellbound her twin sister fondling herself passionately
Watching two beautiful women making love, on a video
Then suddenly my girlfriends housekeeper entered and
She was the most gorgeous creation; Angelica in white..
I had long adored her British accent, as her warm heart
Seeming surprised a bit shy until; amid beauty's desires.
Tiny quail
Hiding in corn patch
Motionless .......
Kindhearted farmer
Leaves stalks for cover
For Chris's contest
No. 1 in three way tie.
Black
Tiles
Touched once
Domino
Spreading like gossip
In a three-way conversation
On the corner of the street
An old woman with a booth
She laid three cards
And made her move
She showed the three
Diamonds, hearts, and spades
"Follow the heart" she said
"And win the game"
Three cards laid across the table
Three loves he couldn't choose
Three lives, three women, three loves of his life
He had two of three to lose.
One card was beauty
Strength and pride
As another held hope
And faith inside
A third was wisdom
And true in spirit
They held his heart
In a three way split
Watching the cards
Closely he glared
Following the heart
Never breaking his stare
They moved and twisted
Side by side
Dancing and prancing
Soon to decide
Suspense and focus
Were high on rise
Racking his mind
Heart hurting inside
His choice was given
His time now to choose
the old woman stopped
No card made a move
The time had come
No time to wait
He closed his eyes
And chose his fate
"Shes the one"
He said "Ive known it from the start"
Turning his card
He had chosen the heart
I don't think the world is ready for my onslaught, I'm about to wreak havoc
My sanest moment was embracing my madness
How can I lose my mind if I never had it?
I'm more than a savage, less than the baddest
I'm not the greatest writer but I'm better than the average
I write carefully but my pen attacks every page
My pen does more damage than Jason Voorhees's Machete blade
Competing with my Pen's difficult
A tortured artist who wants his words heard while being invisible
Write over a thousand rhymes a day but in person I never speak
I'm not a poet, I just rhyme well and make letters meet
A world without the Kardashian's would be heavenly
Because of lines like that, my work may never be considered legendary
Cupid when you're ready, put me and Demi Lovato together please
If not Demi, then Ariana Grande, and I'll never look at another women again
I'll put down the pad and break every pen
I've learned not every line will be perfect, so I'm putting my worst ones here
Usually I pour my heart on the page and leave my verse in tears
Even with the obstacles and demons I face I'll still persevere
I'm tired of love and need to change the type of girls I've been Dating with
I need something more than hook ups and trading pics
So I'm staying single until Ariana Grande & Demi Lovato agree to share me for a three way relationship
Share me for 3 days each, then have Sunday off to rest
Don't hate me for hoping for the best
I've learned to laugh off pain and find comfort in what used to leave me distraught
This is my onslaught
Brown shoes tapping to a tune inside
glances fleeting off a three way mirror
waiting patiently for a smile to appear
Clock strokes many bags filled now heavy
worn eyes gaze windows day turns to night
carrying more than what's black and white
Colored choices tug at the short skirt of success
Enlightening everyday moments meant to impress
Brilliant the impromptu pirouettes of a happy soul
Cinderella dreams make even the timid feel whole
I advised Jenny Wren that I’d be there by ten.
She told me Amber Rose was in the loop.
So, I simply assumed and just entered her room
Like a fox that’s privy to the chicken coop.
I eased open the door, but I don’t know what for.
The expressions on their faces told it plain.
In confidential three-way conversations,
Sometimes it's the fox that's left out in the rain.