#1
Building a
cat's
cradle from
simple
dimpled
spheres only
reinforces the
necessity of
de-
signing se-
cure
multifarty
symptoms to
en-
sure stealth-
care rapacity with
min-
imal ex-
posure.
#2
Drastic baggy
hags in spew-colored double
schlock wastelands are
even now sporting un-
even tooth alignment
and con-
genital blight po-
sitioning for more dead
products with patriotic
names such as
"Poke Her in the Crypt" and
"Wicked Slim Pickings".
My Love,
You are the one I truly miss
I miss your touch
And your genital kiss
I miss the way you play with your hair
When I tell you I love you
With such despair
My Love,
How are you so unaware
Of how much I care
About every little thing you do
And you don't even have a clue
That all the little things you do
Is what made me fall so hard for you
Igbo Sex Words I have observed
Are High-Low Tone steady bearers:
To ‘High-Low’ markedly reserved,
Save in ears of tone-deaf hearers…
All her words for Male Genital
Picked by ears not from hospital
And Females’ one’s ears digital;
To Proof subject in Capital
As though her sex words tactical
Even word for Scrotal Hernia
When pronounced and one’s ears are near:
The word in question her ‘ibi,’
In tone a rhyme with farm’s ‘Ubi’;
Also, her word for ‘The Hip,’
When it drops from one’s testing lip;
The word for “Buttock’ included,
Just her word for ‘Breast’ excluded...
I dare say “Wonderful language,
Since her Sex Words The Sex Act stage,
Before Sex human strength quite high
Like their First Syllables are high
And Ali Baba killed goes low
Just as their Seconds are all low.
Cervix is a secret Tunnel..
It took me a long time to reach it..
I have seen the depts and deeper truth..
The deeper we go in cervix the more
Ozzy it becomes..
I earned my phD from Eva Elfie Selfie...
Note.Abortion is legal in some countries...
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being labelled inherently racist.
or perpetually oppressed...
When all children want to do is share a square of sand
(no regard to the color of skin).
They're truly clueless as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being drilled on complicated topics of sex.
When they don't even know how to spell or do simple math.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are fighting back.
Against "teachers" and administrators who want to shove innocence down their dark rabbit hole of hormonal tinkering, genital mutilation, and moral oblivion.
Let them grasp what a noun is before tossing funhouse pronouns at them.
Let them walk a rainbow instead of constantly being slapped in the soul with a barbed version of it.
In short, let them be children...
Fill their heads with the blossoms of literacy, kindness, and respect.
Don't fill their hearts with the ball bearings of every societal tremor.
I'm dumbfounded as to why they fancy labeling attentive parenting an act of terrorism.
He was a dandy, a coxcomb, a fop.
Fashionable without one inch of slop.
But when undressed
was not caressed
Genital area horrible mop
The shore of genetic craving is awakened
on the fertile land of genital limb
The stars of the unopposed sky are burning
in the free-spirited mind
The hungry body is wishing to gratify itself
But the mind is demonstrator on that pelf
If the mind and body lives not together
Then the unity of love will be dissolute fair
24.10.2020 Chattogram
Moonlight Masquerade
Roses for your smile as my heart proposes down the aisle
Offers of amour of a virtuoso voyeur a delinquent defile
Moonlight masquerade our own private parade living in exile
Arousing desires admits florid fires of a bewitching beguile
Nestled amongst the night a sensuous sight a flirtatious fertile
Tempestuous lust a maverick must deception of the genital guile
Illicit behavior of a fruitful flavor as Cupids candidly compile
Celebrating divine for tonight we dine snuggled sailing on the Nile.
Feb.15.2018
Romantic-Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Cruelty is the first name,
Diabolism is the surname,
Forced me to lose my strength as a woman,
As tears drops from my eyes,joy filled wicked heart,
They whispered to me,
"it's a custom,and you need to get yourself in",
Detestable should it be called,
Rather they put on a coat to serve that carnal god,
Destroying the virtue of womanhood,
Deep behind the mind,they snub the result,
Merciless is that native mood,
Pertained with arrogance and autocracy,
The mind of the society is crooked,
No one is ready to abide to civilized chronicle,
I'm no more stitched to what is of God's will,
Talking about sex,
Call me a wood,since I'm preyed by dirt,
No man get satisfied by me,
...rather chastise of my best,
Though,it wasn't my choice,
Disgrace and shame is now signed,
A mother without love,
Wife without empathy,
Psychologically,I can't stay as creepy,
Emotionally,frustration grabs my nerves,
Millions spent,no solution,
"What should I do?",I question myself,
It seems I'm raptured into Hades,
If I should mess myself in a nightmare,
Admission won't be granted for a ******** to get there,
I'm steadfast not for men.
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inclinado sol
besar el oceano
su rostro desgarrado
incertidumbre
ojos abiertos
cejas arqueadas
un puente viejos
la vida es bella
estabamos bebiendo
uvas fermentadas
la pasion el calor
fuego occulto
bajo la piel claro
yo podia sentir
estoy resistiendo
la tentacion es la pasion
un incendio
un fuego salvaje
de amarillo y rojo
lo que es un pecado
amor es un pecado?
tenemos miedo al amor
fuego genital
ascenciones nocturnos
en el jardin de autorizacion
de la oscuridad
pecunias luces de ciudad
moribunda
a traves de los lagos
silenciosos cerca
estamos confesando
el uno al otro
todavia abierto controlado
es un pecado?
slanting sun
kissing the ocean
her face torn
uncertainty
wide open eyes
arched eyebrows
an old bridge
life is beautiful
we were drinking
fermented red grapes
the passion the warmth
hidden the fire under the
clear skin
i could feel i am resisting
temptation is passion
a fire wild fire of
yellowish red
spreading
the need
to unite
what is sin
is love a sin
we are scared to love
genital fire
nocturnal ascensions
in the empowering garden
of darkness
tiny lights of the dying city
across the near silent
lakes
we are confessing to each other
open yet controlled
what is a sin
Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
B eauteous bewitching botanical gardens in the early morn
R ivers rhythmically running, as we race to adorn
E verlasting earthly echoes, the beauty that is shown
A bundant acoustical atmospheres playing heavens tone
T imeless tall trees that titillate the aromatic air
H oofing hormonal horses mating their scented mare
T ropical topless tanning on the island of the blue lagoon
A lphabetical ascending acrostic’s that sing to the moon
K ookie kinky kisses that I shall receive from you
I mpulsive inviting incantations in our lovers brew
N aughty nightly nightgowns of witch you will undress
G orgeous genital gestures, that I shall soon caress.
March.09.2016
For Breathtaking Acrostic Contest
They made death a saint
With their sword and powder
As they butchered her silly;
Her sweet bean was their bile.
Rudely they moved their razor
To the natural point she ever prided
And slashed it like carrot
Her cone they laid on another tatters;
Massaging their pride with her sinless blood.
Then they brought out their ageless gourd
And poured out their satanic powder
Upon her bleeding scar -
Like spice on their bar-be-cue.
Though loudly she cried,
The mean were not samarithan.
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