at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
.
in retro
'spect
no
mine would have
wait'd
not me
or i
*ménage à trois...
^ ^
PS allowz not "special
characters" in title
Well, Wiki with Missus Kissy,
Are discreet lovers of Sissy.
So, they know she swings both ways.
And brings those Mazola sprays,
If She visits Mistress Prissy.
Entered in The Limerick Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin.
4/30/ 23. Contest Winner.
I advised Jenny Wren that I’d be there by ten.
She told me Amber Rose was in the loop.
So, I simply assumed and just entered her room
Like a fox that’s privy to the chicken coop.
I eased open the door, but I don’t know what for.
The expressions on their faces told it plain.
In confidential three-way conversations,
Sometimes it's the fox that's left out in the rain.
She brought her bestfriend
Said they're from the West End
We all dancing and jumping
Rum is the flavor we intend
You should se the way their bodies bend
Both their booties bumping
My house is where I brought both of them
Life is too short to not be twisted up in bestfriends
No talking going on
Mouths are moving but no words are coming out
If this was the Olympics I would have won
Rear ends thick and stout
Bodies squirming and giggles r being let out
They do me together
Can't decide with one is better
They're naughtier together
They call me whenever
On the regular
Both of them take this pipe
Keeping theirselves tight
Making eachother feel right
Tonight and every other night
Don't stop 'til they see daylight
Euphoria in their sight
Already made plans for another night
Screams and moans leaking out of the room
Neighbors hate when we have a menage a trois
We are glass prisoners in a glass cage
It might break if we dared to touch it.
We don’t dare touch it
Lest it break.
We are swimmers in an endless sea
We might find ourselves in shallow water
If we stopped swimming.
We don’t dare stop,
Lest we drown.
Autumn Menage A Trois
A Menage a trois of
Cascading leaves flow gently
on the pumpkin lawn
Dance happily free
In harvest gold festival
Autumn leaves serene
Illusions of scenes
fire flaming scarlet leaves
withering on stairs.
Written: Oct. 21, 2015
Another Lover beneath our covers,
So many limbs entwined!
Does he prefer me, or the other;
Does he know how much I pine
For his touches; tender kisses?
A secret battle for his embraces,
For his fondness, my Heart, it wishes!
And for our mate to be displaced...
I have always wondered why socks should come in pairs,
If they came in sets of three then they would come with spares.
There’s always one that wears out first, the first to sprout a toe,
But if you had an extra one no one would ever know.
This could help me with the one-footed ogre that lives inside my drier,
Then if he stole a sock from me my dilemma would never be too dire.
I know that it’s not natural to include a third when having socks,
And simply by my proposing it I’m sure there’re some that it still shocks.
It need not be a wasteful thing and some men could use the other sock,
When wearing two upon their feet they could don the extra as a jock.
A possum fell in love with a coon
And they spooned by the light of the moon
In pet igloo they snoozed
Cause the cat took a cruise
They hoped he wouldn’t come home too soon!
Well, Ole Blackie the cat was real fat
So, his pet food he shared “How ‘bout that!”
all ate from his bowl
Or so I am told
By the jay in the trees bold chit chat.
Ah true love did we see in the three
the Jay thought why not let them all be
he stopped all the gossips
the biddy’s and trollops
and encouraged this equality!
A possum fell in love with a 'coon
And they spooned by the light of the moon
In pet igloo they snoozed
cause the cat took a cruise,
they hoped he wouldn’t come home too soon!
Well, Ole Blackie the cat was real fat
So, his pet food he shared “How ‘bout that!”
all ate from his bowl
Or so I am told
By the jay in the trees bold chit chat.
Ah true love did we see in the three
the Jay thought why not let them all be
he stopped all the gossips
the biddy’s and trollops
and encouraged this equality!
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