Job description
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better legally kill
the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
Date rape
I used to love sex
still do
but with age
and all that
it is a warm
memory
of helicon
days
if the woman
does
not
participate
ejaculation
is
meaning less
My heart, my heart
By itself, it is not a balloon
one can blow up and run
100 miles an hour
The specialist smiled at her joke
Last night, I said I had
an ********, is that bad?
I thought of masturbating as
lust waved through my loins
my wife was fast asleep
My worry was if an ejaculation
will it trigger a heart attack
be found holding my cock
The specialist was ill at ease
I enjoyed her discomfort; she
began with a joke, I ended it
Waves and seas and blankets of sweat.
Tales of a tryst of two intertwined.
Awakened to a thrusting throb
betwixt clenched lips of legs.
Sleeping and waking. Woke and sleep-deprived.
Exhausted from this new connection,
But yearning for even more.
As we explore each other's bodies...
Day in, day out.
Once a Day.
Doctor away.
An apple for play.
Slay then lay.
Sunken in.
Comfort of sin.
Complete bliss.
A kiss.
A twist.
Again. And again.
In and out.
From behind and in front.
Side to side.
On the inside.
Straight on top.
Laying atop.
Holden in arms.
Legs wrapped around.
Beside, Abide, between thighs.
Hands on head.
Scratching. Massaging. Kneading to be needed.
Pulling in deeper. Building in intensity. Passion explodes.
Achieving climax together.
Exhausted from the evacuation of ejaculation.
Juices flowing. Fluid exchange.
Collapsing. Igniting slumbers and dreams divine...
Falling asleep on top of one another.
Breathing combines.
Two become one in spirit and flesh...
Boned in body and bonded with flowing blood.
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Excessive emission of semen without org-sm or er-ction.
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Grandmas I teach how to suck eggs:
Marathoners long use of legs,
Soon hurting Enlightened People;
Might sooner unleash a ripple;
What would she say: The Western World?
Possibly, a heart is now galled!
Yet, will I this brash task perform
To a condom culture reform...
Thumb and forefinger on its tip
Making sure the two don't off slip:
For air removing at its tip,
Before facing your partner's hip;
Its space for Ejaculation
That fetches congratulation!
Condom roll over your organ
Like perfectly does Morgan,
Not rubbing off lubricant;
You won't end up communicant!
Job finished off slide no spillage
Or else one should query your age;
Your used condom for disposal
A vital point in espousal.
Neutron binary star collision
Drifting in the ether, most of my adult life
Drawn toward a magnetar, she's a prototype
Exotic matter unimaginable, powerless to repress
Mercurial wondrous, one time star has turned goddess
Imploded onto my scene, light weeks ago
Contains only neutrons, emits an ovulating glow
Trapped in her energy, I've become a willing feeder
Stripping off my outer layers, every orbit I come nearer
Accretion disc envelopes me, she siphons off my matter
Relentlessly devouring, inexorably I'm growing flatter
An inverted death embrace, drains the life from me
Oozing radioactive plasma, overcome by gravity
Nothing left to give our marriage, togetherness remain
Resting on her surface, satisfying each others pain
Pulsating forever, orgasming every few seconds
Lovers radiate jets, ejaculation going errant
Originally written 08/30/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
07/27/22
Here wood-shedding in the cave,
my mind seems to have gone into
an eerie state of suspended animation;
leaving words sitting around and chatting
as if they were in an induced drunken stupor.
When aroused, they seem to rise up
and hop onto a lexical merry-go-round;
or just sit there screaming as if in a dangling
seat of a stalled fairish wheel jammed in mid-air.
Being poetically comatose is
a revelation of the vacuous nature
of spiritless weaving of words void of
purpose—whorl pooling emptiness sinking
deeper into illusionary nothingness.
Pregnant poetic minds do not just exist;
rather, they are living realities of the fertilization
of fertile wordings anchored in endometrial
contemplative cognitive growth.
The poem is not merely a mental ejaculation;
rather, it’s the result of spiritual incubation in
the mind’s womb and when the Supreme Creator
deems so, it is delivered:
the she-shed and man-cave are mere waiting rooms.
Here wood-shedding in the cave,
my mind seems to have gone into
an eerie state of suspended animation;
leaving words sitting around and chatting
as if they were in an induced drunken stupor.
When aroused, they seem to rise up
and hop onto a lexical merry-go-round;
or just sit there screaming as if in a dangling
seat of a stalled fairish wheel jammed in mid air.
Being poetically comatose is a revelation
of the vacuous nature of spiritless weaving of words
void of purpose—whorl pooling emptiness
sinking deeper into illusionary nothingness.
Pregnant poetic minds do not just exist; rather, they are
living realities of the fertilization of fertile wordings
anchored in endometrial contemplative cognitive growth.
The poem is not merely a mental ejaculation; rather
it’s the result of spiritual incubation in the mind’s womb
and when the Supreme Creator deems so, it is delivered:
The she-shed and man-cave are mere waiting rooms.
Quinn, the news calls it news.
I call it propaganda. I hope everyone else
will see it for what it is.
Purposeful ommission and black hearts
with a mission. Lies in ejaculation,
lives in their camps of concentration.
As far as Facebook goes,
I've never heard of a Liberal being banned
for speech.
Or having their news item blocked,
how very interesting and cowardly.
Afraid of debate because of lack of substance.
Tactics that have an obvious aura of evil.
But Liberals will remain silent about it.
Showing fair play and Justice is just not of
interest to them. Unless it is for a
white male hating minority.
Then their fetish comes alive
and they begin to salivate for a pat on the head
from people of culture and trending diversity.
Know matter what that may entail.
Hip.
Modern.
Stupid.
The #Old-Last-Act, Act I, Scenes 1 - 13
Anticipation
Expectation
A flirtation
Titillation
Osculation
Masturbation
Perturbation
Copulation
Consumation
Ejaculation
Expiration
And prostration
Termination
I apologize at any unintentional
flagitious, egregious,
deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
which accidental faux pas
toward an allpoetry participant
named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with
crookedly unflattering feedback,
and practically demand
did, an explanation,
which hoop fully
clarifies intended feedback,
thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
how my anger got fanned
when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.
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.
They say that it will cure all your ills,
It's liquid and doesn't come in pills;
will it cure, anxiety, trauma and impropriety?
depression, obsession, angst and obesity?
Flatulence, disobedience, lack of ********,
boredom, constipation, sickness and a sore bum,
morbidness, being morose, getting rid of a dose,
help ejaculation, deaf and dumb, making you come.
Phobias, hang-overs, make-overs, hand rovers,
sexual harassment, groping and embarassment,
corruption, bribery, graft, lying and dying,
cheating, beatiing, passing exams without trying.
No, it won't, unless you're into psychosomatic,
in which case, you're route to paradise will be automaric.
A throbbing heart moistens cornea
worries of the mind puffs a face
a dripping nose is most ugly
vulnerable spirits cling to bodies
A cave is dark all day long
Rains make nights darker
men can dance in darkness
but who notes the music?
The musician dreads sunshine
the cave will remain his kingdom
so longs as he makes every note sweet
with promise and hope of a bright dawn
A promise builds hope
swirl of dance prepares soul for ejaculation
of a confetti of spirit, new cave, green tune
a bonfire to rival the yellow shy ball
The cruel nimbus breaks its waters
The caveman retreats like a tortoise
for the sun has aborted its rays
No music today
The hope maker is away
to sweeten his notes with money
Only if the caveman sweetens his dance
with honey...
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