Long Orgasms Poems
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I still remember
that one time I fell into the lust filled puddles
that settled where your eyes once were
we both know
it was over and over again
that i'd willingly dove in
I replay you in my mind
here's a secret
never have I ever
remained so submissive and committed
a true fool, I am
but why did you have to hold me so secure
kissed my eyelids, painted my orgasms= gold
couldn't you taste that my soul
was tarnished with the acidity that the last lover spewed my way
pacing back N forth
...was devising how to divulge my yearning for you
until i woke up and remembered that you belong to her
silly me.
Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds
My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation
Empiricism from the age of so called reason certainly towers over
inclinations and feelings burrows deeply and undermines emotions
Ever since Freud investigated libido and death wish attempted to
establish a science from Id’s superb battle with Ego and Oedipus
separated phallus and **** retention from sucking up oral tradition
we have been seduced by scientific dogma and lust for the vice of logic
Like Mephistopheles debating a Faustian pact with layers of devil
we pay tribute to Descartes who doubted his incredulous doubts
The clever guys investigate Philia measure orgasms and pleasure
take delight in quantifying empathy bonds hail to measurability
In perverse contradictions to faith and belief even Agape has been turned
and tossed over on spread sheets excelling in proof beyond reasonable qualms
Call me ancient and backward and taint me with the label of idealism
pour tar over my feathers hang me quarter me and try to remove my heart
Yet here it stands tall in celebration and without schism of ambivalence
transcends into every aspect of life and peace loving kindness’ compassion
Let me call it romance and pure love apart from sex and carnal desires and
let it be known that those amorous French guys in vernacular fashion
defined it as 'verse narrative' alluded to stories from creative excitement
I love you my lover and friendships adore my children like to be playful
seek kind connections and empathy do not discount altruism as a ruse
But I have this relationship with books emerge from ex libri in fancy and art
They are friends dear to my soul they talk to me evoke the whole palette
of stretching my life on a canvass of marvellous beauty and fascination
and when I engage with words and with pages they start to listen to my love
Charted performance has little place in my essence whereas reading enchants me envelops and embraces my spirits makes me whole and can’t tear me apart
When Comedians Marry
Comics juggle three rings when they wed
On trampoline bed they start a circus
Keep gold bands on hand while thinking zany thoughts
The comic husband wears two condoms all the time
To find the little things in life that matter
The rubbers glow in the dark of course
With funny clown shapes and faces growing large
Expandable figurines as you might figure
There is no telling what might pop up in bed
Jokes bounce off the walls when jumping around
Sex is hard on landings
Funny partners exchange zingers all night long
Are never nude or in the raw
Wear clothes during sex to save some time
That can cause performance issues and chaffing
And applause during intermissions
He sports a hunter’s outfit with iron boots
To boost the trampoline bounce
Naturally there is a bazooka to keep things up
Fingers point in all directions while trying to score
She wears layers of winter coats, pink umbrellas, for a joke
Both swing on chandeliers with smiles
It helps them to unwind, remember lines before they mate
Comedians sometimes fake orgasms
It's not easy when you're laughing
And when married, even funnier than car crashes
The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!
For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!
Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!
Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!
Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!
with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ
ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a frying pan,
which change in my physiognomy doth annoy
but, suddenly spurring,
this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap
positing even a more radical income idea
changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters
get suckled, though,
methinks they qualify as milk duds
tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy
offering accompanied with serving of cookies,
where adipose floppy blimps
rank popular as novel cheap toy
where art though washboard stomach,
where brestworks didst sprout
as if overnight a markedly increased
from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about
face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy
sprang up without doubt
suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis,
which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout
for weird, wicked woebegone
affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout
wondering what other transitions,
this fellow may indeed be on the look out
feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering
rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout
on the prowl targeting a peeping tom,
whose foolery demands clout,
thus this imposed unfair punishment,
as some half assed irreversible decree
maybe hints of other surprises,
yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy
possibly being brewed up by a brood
of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee
some bot sized microscopic
anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key
analogous to a pesky malware,
virus, trojan horse secrete lee
scheming to transform the sexual identity of me
perhaps waking up tomorrow minus
my little peppy ***** , and behold a pussy
should such an outcome prevail,
where media papparazzi
stake out this freak of nature re:
doubling efforts erecting fortifications
in a big old sassy tree,
especially if the press
(i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks)
discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms
converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
A heart skips a beat. The same as when thier bodys meet. Always seeem to hyptonize, to enchant. Whether on those lips is a moan trying to escape, or an orgamic chant.
Mind and emotion may wonder away. But the eyes cant quit watching as those hips sway. From the moment those devilish eyes show that angelic smile. Words arent spoken for quite awhile.
Til thier hearts beat within one another. When you cant reach fulfillment without the other.
When you cant seem to get enough.
Pure mind blowing pleasure easily found or taking passionately rough. When one touch, one kiss, one breath leaves one mindlessly craving the other still. No matter how hard the struggle you cant seem to get your fill. The aura one creates seeks to possess. When you realize its your body the other came to bless. Lust isnt enough to describe an addiction this bittersweet.
Mind blowing orgasms making the toes curl on their feet. Sweaty and breathless the moans traveling through the air. A creation sent down for the passion to forever share
She hears again his guttural sob
as he orgasms behind her.
Between his muscles and her anima -
butter and balsam.
She spreads herself,
makes herself parts to be used.
Afterward,
his hurried dressing,
his indifferent coldness.
Then, as usual, he leaves her
for that bony
with halitosis.
One cigarette after another;
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
She opens drawers
tossing his clothes,
anything that smells of him.
She wants to write letters,
raw accusatory letters
to his pride --- his bull-S soul
She imagines following him,
demanding violent sex
just to use him up.
One last warm splash,
one more flick of her wrist,
then turning away swiftly,
deleting him out of her life
forever.
(Mucho Iggin’ Orgasms)
Written By: D. Collins 9/19/97
I envision us sharing iggasms galore.
From the counter, to the stairs, and every inch of the floor.
With me pushing your buttons multiple times.
Creating innovative ways to form sixty-nine.
We will three, four, five, and six times each other.
And before we catch our breath, DAMN! There goes another.
Indulging in the excitement of the other one’s sweat.
While enjoying the delight of being constantly wet.
Watching you twitch as I suck at your navel.
And, seeing your body become completely unstable.
Relishing the thought of what is taking place.
Kissing the spot that puts a smile on your face.
We’ll dance naked in the mirror and climb all the walls.
Turn off the pagers, in case anyone calls.
I’ll make you produce at least a dozen or more.
And, make you breathe fire through iggasms galore.
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
When all our words have been spoken
whether in conflict or love
when we find ourselves under the Elms
holding the wrinkled hand of time in comfort
treasuring each breath as a precious flower
scented with the memories of years
will we remember each moon filled night
when we embraced the ruffled hair of wanton dreams
finding warmth as we searched for honeycomb tongues
we found sweet and intoxicating when we wore the masks of lovers
dappled by flickering candles, lost in rhythmic orgasms of saxophones
mixed with roses and purple orchids dripping with the wine of paradise
or will forgotten memories be our lot
drifting away with old silent eyes in realms of shades
that see only strangers and floating shadows
trapped in a fog wandering through our minds
a wish, that we'd be warm in our reflections
as we sit under the Elms bound by the invisible sense of time
holding silent memories like a golden jewel
knowing our time is more passionate than our kiss
as we treasure each final breath of our love
7/4/19 contest Love Poems for Her