Long Vixen Poems
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8-12 Lines – Wind, Rain, Snow, Thunder or Sun – 3-22-24
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Rains
Each season knows your names.
Vernal vixen splendor rides in misty cloud ships
Solstice downpour impregnates fertile blue fields
Your sheaves of rain call you autumnal,
Platinum queen, you dance the frozen fandango.
Your crystal pearls you drape on empty branches
And wrap the dawn and dusk in a silver scarf
As weathervanes spin in your tempest’s tantrums.
You creep across the sky disguised in wispy veils,
Tiptoeing into place, then open wide your space
The blazing daystar joins with you, teasing minx,
Conceiving rainbows.
Why Little Red Riding Hood
Seems you're steppin' out
Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout
And what happened to the Grandma stop
Did she want you out?
The whole forest heard her shout
So come on, what was that all about?
Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll
You are a vision of vixen
An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling
Your hot breath on my neck is chilling
Blackness, Darkness in a jar
Your Ying with my Yang
Playin' chicken in different cars
Together we could go so far
So why then are we slammin' shots in this dive bar?
Little Red Ridin' Hood, with thigh-high red leather boots
Long red gloves, blood-red lips, and eyes of black
A David Bowie moment or a panic attack
Take it all back
Cuz diz fairy tale been cracked
And a poetic daybreak is a matter of fact
So you go girl
Little Red Ridin' Hood hit that trail, I got yer back
And the brothers Grimm - well they'll be checkin' in
Dealin' Sin and with the help of all things heinous and supernatural
Let the games begin
White horse, black heart, Little Red Ridin' Hood
Take your start
MALE DOMINATION
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Candlelight rides hard against the skin
The warmth of the fire eating with excitement
A slight touch of desire, running down my spine
Wax drops, leaving behind intense passion
I move my whip, circling your biceps
I'll take you into a world you've never known
My body and breath ......so...... hot
Come dance with me, under the sheets
I will please you, examine everything you got
Whisper them words in your ear, beg for more
Purr for me, my slave,
I am your sex kitten, vixen,
I'll take you by surprise
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Caress every flow of my womanly direction
I tickle your spots, feeding your sexual ego
Fondling the intimacy of your frustration
Stroll my heart with your sauce appetite-
I am your sex Goddess Delight.
Spread my flesh, so perfectly,
--look, admire, I give you permission to kiss
-- Kisses starting from the top part of my thigh.
Inject a solo French Kiss, releasing more impure wetness.
Slipping, in wet
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An artist painting the way of my moans
Polish with light marks on my necks
With your brush of one-touch
I have you at my feet-
Tame by the dominatrix at night
by; P.D.
Born a rebel, proud and free,
A hard working man was he.
Stout of heart and quick of mind,
But hot tempered as you could find.
An Irish lad raised in Dublin,
For sure no one there be troubling.
Not one to run from a fight,
In the pub on Friday night.
Till the day he met his match,
A vixen who liked to scratch.
Angered when he made a pass,
Quite the looker was this Lass.
Smashed his head with a bottle,
Grabbed his throat and gave a throttle.
Clawed his cheek just like a cat,
Slapped him hard and then she spat.
All the while he took her wrath,
Chose to take a different path.
On his knees with bleeding head,
Made the case that they should wed.
Shocked with nothing left to say,
Happily married to this day.
Two souls who were once so wild,
Are soon to have their second child.
Running on cliff edges cranked her adrenalin
Stagger of gravels' release, tipped in avalanche
Scared her terrifically, able to surrendour then
Driven to dare's taunt irresistible, emancipated
Victims of her craft came willingly to her dim den
Always too enthused, wiped smiles with debauchery
Fools drooled like puppies, helpless lap belt men
Guzzled foggy grape juice, succumbed to her sorcery
Smoothly blended purple potion contained correct mix
Floppy neck despondent combined tiger voracious
Aphrodite's ribs thronged with rotten achievement, a fix
Light in guy's terrified faces fed her climb solacious
Absolute conquer of weakened ones, without any speech
Gleam in their pupil huge grape gluttoned eyes, pleadingly
Waist up incapable, claimed her pleasure self beseeched
Entire body force in their groins satiated men immediately
Squared claws clamped concave flanks, rose from exhale
Her wearer's temperature sat at forty degree celcius fever
Tigers never went down without a fight, Aphrodite impaled
Traipsed her way stickily to the tip, slide down took forever
Lame, head spin sickened, next hour's lure gladly drags
Fish lipped flung fellow to her front yard, under a shrub
Sombre, cynical, sneer mouth man, her true rival, perhaps
- maybe Aphrodite would let this one remain undrugged
13th September 2020
Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry to their lighted halls; ballasted by their plastered walls
Nocturnal creatures emerge, echoing their long, doleful calls
The moon's, silver silhouette over the listless expanse sprawls
Its magnetic beams do fawning opposites attract; alternately, o'er vixen minds duplicity scrawls
Twinkling flood lights stream mystical portents; causing the wandering eye to pause
In the outer limits, each dilated orb in its own purview of the milky strand trawls
Distilled vapors disburse; earth's canopy enthralls
Frothy dew strokes the svelte canvas then wantonly withdraws
A blighting chill hovers over the stillness; fertile growth forestalls
Muddrocker, the moose, crossed the reindeer’s picket line
He’ll be okay, father reassured mother, he’ll be fine.
Dasher and Vixen wanted to scratch out Muddrocker’s eyes.
Santa was thrilled to see him on Christmas Eve, no big surprise.
Reindeer were pouting and snorting as sleigh drove away.
Santa realized he needed no more reindeer on this sacred day.
Fired them all after Muddrocker took him all around.
Reindeers’ wives left them too, we all soon found.
It’s not fair! Said Rudolph, they needed my nose!
Apparently not, said a new reindeer named Mose.
Santa and Muddrocker had fun that wonderful night.
And children were amazed by their terrific sight.
Remember that girl wearing old pink attire?
She dances so well like an electrifying wire.
She has no height! Yes we know!
That cute girl with messy hair goes always with the flow!
She moves like a stylist funky hot guy.
That girl wearing cap can’t be in old want style.
She’s a blabber! Yes we know!
She talks like rapper who always keeps on the go!
She’s shaking things off unexpectedly,
Crowd is whining like a crying child vigorously,
She’s a performer! Yes we know!
That girl always makes sure that she has her one grand show.
She’s a vixen, a rare amazing one!
She’s always making sense and keeps things on her run.
She’s viciously awesome! Yes we know!
Without her is quite less boredom kind of dance show.
u play the part of death so well
The drama queen - welcome to home sweet hell
Ring a bell
Yeah I know your tell
Succubus nocturnal always on the make
Far too nefarious to suffer a mistake
Dressed to thrill, eyes that will
Priceless, will never be left to pay the bill
Anywhere you go there is an unmistakable chill.
You want it all and you want the rest
Too much ain't enough
And you will mesmerize and terrorize until you've had your fill
Just another Vampiress fable of fallacy
Tarnishing the reputation of the mystical and mysterious
Vampire elite.
With your enchanting dominance, and daunting, veiled ominous
How can you be so ruthless and without conscious
Sucking in then spitting out
Just you-you-you, and that's all you care about
Smiling secrets, telling lies, breaking lives, and pretending to cry
Capable but unable to exist with regal, shadowy stealth..
Poor little vivacious vixen
Pouting and brooding is your only fight
Using and abusing yet claiming everyone is ganging up on you
So STOP! cuz you're so sensitive
Yeah - PSYCHE!
This otherworldly life is so tragic
You can't see the magic
So back you will go, to your coffin in the tomb
And go ahead hold onto what never was
While sadly for you this is the END
Of your NEVERAGAIN.....
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