Long Fetishes Poems
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My Sister Lover
Only the dead are smiling.
To Console a broken heart takes strength
Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.
It took thirty long years
To unraveled the mystery of a lopsided affairs
She had love with conditions,
Only a few could ever endure
Finally, it came to an end with a confrontation
She said, is she the other woman?
Lost in the moment of truth
His jaws drops while he mumbles the words
And said…….I has no idea what you’re talking about Ruth
The music will go on forever,
While the night is still young
But a liar will always carry a twitchy eye
And the breathe of a skunk
My sister lover
We all knew him,
But she never knew his a quiet, somber demeanor".
It’s the timing of the beats in the song that matter
Gag long old friend, go long!
Spread your seeds amongst the thorn of hell
While your sexual fetishes moves to an unexpected object
“Let called her his night rider”
Fetishes,senses and derangement calls,
Sedatives crushed into the hold,
A trance of tragedy, regaining conciousness,
Abreast on fantasy, stranded on hope.
Derailing conclusions often up shut,
Just another goddess, worshipped in not a castle nor hut,
A deranged perspective, too joyful to be true,
For she ,closer to happiness ,has faced twice the rue.
her eyes red, her clothes torn,Sensations on her lips bloom,
Ashes on her neck,ashes on her chest,
Squirming in delight as the wounds undress
Vigour and joy turn to gloom,Her face scarred, her mind numb,
Behold she is a child still sucking on her thumb.
In the night when the moon shakes its silver over waves of dreams,
A woman opens the gate to her heart, feeling too much, too deeply,
In the trance of words that turn into butterflies of light and shadows of omens,
As if the cycles of life and children of glass and islands of emerald could not fill the sea of her soul;
As if the mourners of mists and the whispers of wind and the vegetables of the earth could not fill the cosmic void.
She imagines she can whisper to the stars the secrets of the night,
To bathe them in the light of destiny, to write their fate with an eternal verse.
My love, I am that girl, lost in the whispers of the universe.
A man writes, knowing too much, too painfully,
Spells that transform into birds of night, fetishes that become amulets of time,
As if the erections of desire and the congresses of thoughts and the products of dreams were not enough;
As if the machines of time and the galleons of stars and the wars of shadows could not fill the eternal silence.
With the old furniture of memories, he builds a tree of wisdom,
A refuge in the cosmic chaos, where he hides the treasures of his mind.
My love, you are that man, a thief of falling stars.
In the deep night, when the moon shakes its stardust over our dreams,
We love each other in eternal silence, we love in the absence of our own shadows,
Never loving ourselves, like two strangers in a mirror,
We hate even the shoes of dreams that carry us to forgotten realms,
And the hats of memories that hide untold stories, dusted by time.
But we love each other, precious, with a love that burns silently,
Our hands are light blue, delicate like dragonfly wings,
Our gazes are full of terrible confessions, like mirrors of deep water,
Where all our desires, all our fears, all our unfulfilled dreams are reflected.
And when we marry, our vow is made under a sky full of enigmas,
The children of light leave in disgust, leaving behind a strange abundance,
A cosmic banquet, full of unconsumed dreams and unpicked stars,
Like fruits hanging heavy on the branches of time, waiting to be harvested.
Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
Now you know full well what they're about, they're about using you
aint know better than wizards of wall street, rockin the beat with a juke.
Vegas bookies abetting frauds taking odds right against you,
left to die in the streets, exasserbated by your mental masturbated mood.
Playing russian roulette with only our head at the gun,
stirring up hatred for fun
the quest we're on is, when are you going to join us white folk
brother to brother arm in arm
most of us been waiting for you, we also the ones sounding the alarm
we hear the sirens in the street, we cry when your babies cry. We got Georgia....(guidestones) on our minds.
Now we aint made inside from some flesh that aint pink.
Same as you, we were derived, from Adam and Eve.
Each of us alone the only thing we got is each other, that's ALL there IS. Sister and Brother.
We have a common enemy, that which takes principality against us.
With Sins many fetishes of cowardice de unrelentus.
31 flavors so many ways to taste, the victory of defeat, disunity caused by cowards with immunity at rocky road place. hobbledstoned in the streets, Hoodwinked with their nuts in our face.
Don't rub it in, like "now you're on top, we got Obama!
make people suck on my chocolate dipped cone of invincibility pop docudrama.
I bet it makes the taste of vanilla so sweet,
but instead leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality.
Too much high flying, smack talking, maligning personality
there aint no union in a "aint seen nothin like me"
I think you better stick with a spoon,
instead of the knife in our backs
a silver one for coddled athletes, and hip hop tools, im just saying dont say "always bet on black", thats racist fool
You got nothin else but race baiting to do,
besides your backupsinger's,
even when they more talented than you.
I see some people walking on eggshells
where the chickens have come home to roost,
making omelets with and sales of those with lower IQ
the yokes of goodwill and the r(o)(o)sters, themselves, Santaria tools .
Dressy reindeer was given a marvelous outfit to wear.
To show off to the rest of the herd, most amazed and aware.
She was something special, a reindeer to admire and revere.
Many of the male reindeer admired her flirtatious rear.
Dressy reindeer was fashionable, dressing in Parisian clothes.
She never seemed to be common or had our regular woes.
I admired her from afar, and was never her confident or friend.
Intimidated by her for decades of years, until the end.
When I did finally meet her, we got along in a blazingly good way.
She would always ask me to linger a bit longer to have a nice stay.
I think of all those years where her beauty intimidated me.
Feeling guilty about generalizing her, I would stay a bit longer for tea.
Believe it or not her woes were the same as the rest of our woes.
She had lots of weird fetishes, she was afraid of humble plain clothes.
Her husband had been a rounder, finding other ladies pretty.
I stayed and admired her, her sense of humor was witty.
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
Into the darkness with adventurous fantasies at stake
Wondering how much this creative experience
Will actually make
It was only a few months ago
One’s mind played out the moving picture show
A funny friendly rollercoaster ride the characters did take
Following an author’s imaginary directions filled with dips and turns for heaven’s sake
Why do you put them through this?
When the protagonist only wanted was a mutual embracing credit crawling kiss
Conflicts were in sight
When they could feel a big fright
While enjoying being high and ready to touch the sky
In love encountering the beautiful vibe
Until seconds later there is a drop that had so many feet
Making a setting not so sweet
Things started moving fast
Sailing along like an angry gust hitting an enchanting mast
Eventually the writer slows it down
Penning an apology not requesting a frown
Once again the action starts to rise
When one of the characters mistakenly speaks dialogue
Filled with lies
Chains start to pull than release
All the characters are still at peace
Before the natural force
Runs its course of sorts
Totally safe this scripted affair
Having all the amusements one fetishes if they dare
Does the talent know?
There is a happy ending for the dame and the beau
While letting the passengers go
Having an upset feeling
From all the reeling
The rider asks, “Do you want to do it again?”
Contacting the agent to decide when
Knowing a story never actually has an end
As new characters embark
For another trip in the dark
They get comfortable in the seat
Waiting for the tantalizing treat
Received in the car
Designed to show the feelings that is dealt to the romantic comedy star
Taking a vacation
After being a patient
Is a very interesting prescription indeed
What do you mean?
One option could be to choose
Relaxing on a cruise
Could this make the former health care captive better?
Or will the sea heir stomach up setter?
With that attitude
Stay at home and be rude
Visit each port
Take a tour of sort
Reflect on history
And discuss the fluffy academic mystery
Answers may come
While having fun
Another idea could be
Involving the sea
A simple drive to the beach
That is realistic and well in reach
Sit on the sand
Drinking a favorite brand
While listening to the ocean issuing its commands
When it bashes down
With its pounding sound
This natural voice
May assist in making a difficult choice
Another way to recuperate
Book an outdoor adventure date
Go to a National Park
Stay after dark
Listen to the wildlife there
And be calm when encountering an innocent scare
Trust will come again
Especially when
Enjoying toasting marsh mellows with a Big Bear named Ben
Finally there are desert resorts
Claiming many fetishes in their fort
A card to be revealed
With a show being a nice deal
Electricity that has a trance
Stimulating the body’s emotion when watching the talent dance
Taking a vacation
After being a patient
Could be a good move that is right
By leaving the health care fight
Still having life
With all its might