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WARNING: THIS IS PG-14 NO KIDS ALLOWED PLEASE
While he's showing his devotion
Your expressing mixed emotions
As he gently lays your head
On a soft but scary bed
That you've slept on many times
But now it is hard to find
The comfort that it always brings
As these new formed feelings
Start to weaken your defenses
As he takes your hand and clenches
Shaky fingers inside his
Softly giving you a kiss
And whispers it will be alright
As carefully through the nite
Your bodies start to contour
Into one as you mature
With a look of dedication
He slowly starts his penetration
And while he's going in and out
You both know without a doubt
The reason you act nervously
Is losing your virginity
That made you feel sweet and young
But now you have just begun
A roller coaster of sensation
Ending with a big elation
While shining down from up above
To light up this special love
The stars bright illumination
Is a calming inspiration
That puts you in a calming mood
As you hold each other nude
Knowing that you both have grown
With the love that you have shown
Oh boy, she was gorgeous and I made mention of bed
She said she really liked me but she won’t until we’re wed
She often said there’s stuff that really ought to be discussed
But I could only think of getting hitched to quench my lust
We did it, we were spouses, and our first dance was real close
I thought that she would realise who wanted who the most
We left our guests to party and I hoped I would impress
And once we were alone I ripped apart her wedding dress
And that was when I wished that we had dallied before marriage
For there and then I found ‘her’ quite extensive undercarriage
‘She’ said, “Why don’t you try it out, I’m sure we will be fine.”
I said, “Why would I play with yours… when I could play with mine?”
Well, ‘she’ looked shocked and what she said caused all my toes to curl
‘She’ looked at me and muttered, “Oh! I thought you were a girl.”
I said, “Are you quite bonkers for you’re talking really weird,
I’m stood here and I’ve got a most extensive ginger beard!”
‘She’ sauntered to the bed and threw me down upon my back
And said, “I’ve got a gift for you and it is never slack.”
‘She’ nipped into the bathroom saying, “You can be the wife.”
‘She’ came back with a sexy smile… and a massive knife!
Right, I’ve taken what you said on board, and I spoke to Lynn, and she’s definitely up for it.
Okay love. Up for what, why does she talk to me when I’m watching the football. Who the hell is Lynn. Okay, fumble along and find out what the hell she’s talking about.
I mean, you would never have guessed Alan and Lynn were that way inclined.
Alan and Lynn, that’s the boring bastards who garden all day. He does flowers, she does vegetables. Rebels without a cos. What the hell would we be doing with them.
So we’ve booked the hotel for this Friday.
Christ, she’s booked a garden convention, a weekend away with plant pots. What the hell is wrong with that woman.
Lynn says they do it all time, she says we’ll love it.
That’s great love, can’t wait. Okay, I’ll need to fake a heart attack, the thought of a weekend with Bill and Ben is just too much to take.
I’ve told Lynn you like black underwear and stockings. She says that’s great, she loves dressing up.
Fecksakes, they’re swingers, the boring bastards are swingers. I know I said our love life was boring, but for Christ sakes, not Bill and Ben. How the hell do I get out of this.
Lynn says Alan loves nurses, so I’ve bought a nurse's uniform.
Listen, love, I don’t want Alan to see you in a nurse's uniform. I love you too much to share you with another guy.
You really haven’t got a clue.
What.
What did I say to you earlier?
You said you spoke to Lynn.
No, I didn’t, I said my mum was coming to stay for the week.
We’re definitely not going swinging with Bill and Ben.
Do I look like I do swinging, this is what I keep nagging you about, you don’t listen to a word I say?
Right, I think I’ve learned my lesson, when’s your mum coming.
This Friday.
That’s great, look forward to it. The mother-in-law, or the vegetable woman in stockings. Choices, choices.
CONSUMMATION
I can smell the perfume of your breathe
My heart baths with the steam of your love
Am a charmist entangled by your portion
Stuck in your honey web fantasy
Just a small intrinsic charm
My expression from your depth without limits
Now is the beginning of endless levitation
Wake me up when its November
Because I will be gone with this body matrimony
Arouse the beauty and the beast from sleep
Now the beast's run wild under your skin
Words pouring down aimlessly
Ecstasy drives you mad into coma
Groan as one in labour little vixen
Moan in the den of unbridled pleasure
Lighted-up with caress in this sensational execution
None quenches your fire until it reaches org**m
Surrender to this sweetness that kills you by inches
VickWizzy.
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
Blood started pumping
At the very thought
I saw it in the window
Was the first thing that I bought
Had been workin' part time
And I saved up all my cash
I really wanted something hot,
That had a little flash
And when I tried it on
Started shaking, couldn’t hack it
I could feel the slick seduction
Of my red leather jacket
It was fire engine red
Double snaps at the cuff
With the zipper slanted sideways
I was really hangin’ tough
And for many years to follow
When I dressed to impress
That jacket saw some action
Worn, but sexy none the less
Though now, it’s just a memory
I can still get a rush
Thinking bout’ that leather jacket
In it’s red hey day, full flush
3/5/18
It's was snowing like crazy
my woman and I were alone
somebody rung our number
calling me on the phone
my woman answered the call
started that Hello trip
gabbing bout the
weather
said it was so nice
for she and I to be together
giggled and cackled some more
I picked up the paper off the floor
what is this
I began to read
ah nah I said can it be
invoices to some sexy things
and there was a bag full
of the sexy things
a cocky smile
adorn my face
while she talked I cleaned up the place
left the room stayed a while
smoked a cigar you know my style
came back in
she was in the ladies room
I sat back down
doing what I had been doing
looked round that bag was gone
saw it last when she was
on the phone
door opened up
Damn! who came out
You like that
you like that
I do, I do, Ido
lick it up
it's right now
lick it up
only you know how
Lick it up
it's the right thing to do
lick it up
cause you know I love you
She was a sexy young mosquito named Fey
Had no qualms about chewing your flesh away
We did not realize what a hard bug she was
Until she flew in and began chewing on Cuz.
Cuz let out a shriek, and slapped her arm very hard.
Fey flew away, but threw down a poem by a bard.
Poem said simply she had most particular taste.
She needed the blood type of my cousin, Big Waste.
Big Waste was the kind who got puffed up quite quickly.
Rolled up her sleeve and invited Fey to dine slickly.
Fey had to be coaxed for she was a player.
She burrowed down under BW’s skin layer.
Ouch! Big Waste said. Can you dine a bit faster?
Fey brought in brothers making lunch a crazy disaster.
Someone ran for mosquito repellent and brought out a spray.
Which ended the cousins and that arrogant bully named Fey
they body shame
they spew hate posts dipped
in virulent venom
vehemence for the voluptuous
crazy mad about the curves
mocking the well stocked
where do they get all the hate
wait!!!
they manufacture it
burning off calories
they work themselves into
hate hysteria
zero sized is no prize
what makes thin, in?
Beauty goes through phases
women through their crazes
must fit the body type
that's the hype
fashion famished
emaciated models
thigh gap miles wide
poking bones they can't hide
unhealthy unwell
they send the fat ones to hell
well....
big booty bullies
think they'll get away
with what they write
with what they say
they have no shame
lame...they're so lame!!
haters will hate
to give a damn?
it's too late!
Beauty isn't a size
it's in what you see with your eyes
the beauty within
is not limited
to fat or to thin
it's the size of your heart
so shut up and get smart
Listen to this big girl
Take a bow, take a twirl
Sexy unbound to size
GET WIZE!
Be Body Beauty Brave
Silence the Shamers
Give them a smile
knowing what you do
about BARE truth:
Better to have thick thighs
than thick sick minds....
Eileen Manassian
I follow Tess Holliday on Instagram and Facebook. I love that woman. It really angers me what haters write to her. Her message is simple: Big woman have the right to feel beautiful too. Plain and simple. Haters...move on!
Spider’s Wire
The light of the sun
Rode down the strand.
Photons riding a wire.
Natural polymer, most grand.
Slowly down the spider's web
Reflections of the sun now ebb.
Insect trap? Optical fiber?
Why not both and call it even?
Even a miracle can be analyzed.
Weighed against "right." "Even Stephen."
Can you judge a spider's wire?
How useful is it?
Will the wire reflect beauty?
What good is it?
Assumptions about the wire
Create the reality of its doom.
Not even a spider can change
Its solitary gloom.
The "rules of the game" can't
Be understood on the other side.
The other side of life,
That enormous side,
The side with everyone else
But me.
Can you "see" the rules of
The Spider's Game?
Can you sense the presence
Of the spider's shame?
No power over you!
I'm a "sexy beast," you said.
Never expecting it
Our words told the story...
Of our shadow side
That part of our souls
So dark and dreary.
Did you blink a silent
Invisible wink,
As your brain somewhere safe,
Zaps its reality into think?
The spider's wire reflects. Yes.
And it thinks and it remembers.
It feels and it sorrows
As the light becomes an ember.
And the night
Makes us remember
The warmth of the touch
Of the Light.
As it's reflected through
The prism of my soul, my wire;
Stretched
Across the forests of our lives.
.
‘Twuz uh hot
Spring
Mine door’s gong
Rapped
‘twuz the welcomed
the
pretty box
the surreptitiously delivered
All rapped up
In my favorite
Colour
‘glint’
Such the
turgid sweet
package
From mine front stoop
into
mine grateful room’s
Imagine
vernal fever
on uh
(shhhh)
sun burst'n
breezy
morn
*packtage spelled correctly
artistic license
;)