For what the wordly hate
The spiritual would wait
Sexual intercourse after marriage
A fanatical pursuit of Mary's image
At what The Wordly jeer
The spiritual would cheer
The gravelly carriage
Of The Domiciled in village
What the former often waste
The latter oftener preserve with haste
The grossly undervalued chaste
Sometimes ,a soon-to-be-spat-out toothpaste
The Wordly eulogizes not Honesty
Why mess around at all with a coward's modesty?
The untouchable theories about Fate
Religious men's most enduring bait.
Categories:
sexual intercourse, hate, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Here come the special month! You are always in our heart
We welcome you Ramadan month of holiness
We treasured you Ramadan ahlan was’sahlan
The pious and the righteous await your arrival
Opportunity for their good deeds to amass
We welcome you, oh precious Ramadan
It time to abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk
Spouses abstain from sexual intercourse during the day
We welcome you month of Ramadan
That frees us from the fire of hell
Reciting Quran and intensity remembrance of Allah
Saving us from eternity of horror dwell
It time to Abstain from road rage, cursing, fighting, or gossiping
Cause it the month of holiness
It’s a month to purify our soul and our mind
With the most sincere devotion
A blessed month is casting its shadow to us
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
It’s a continuous training to strengthening our Imaan
In the name of Allah the most beneficent the most merciful
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as gift to mankind
Categories:
sexual intercourse, society,
Form: Free verse
I AM B A B Y
"Mama I'm not a man, but I can,
Tell you things
You'd be surprised
What kind of guy I am
Been here, (I'm near) before
Talk bout aborting me;
Couldn't see pass the leaves on the trees
What's wrong wit me,
Why? don't you want me,
(guess you shouldn't done what you did)
without God man yourself and sexual intercourse,
I wouldn't have a voice
This wasn't my choice,
Doctor marveled at me,
Shut the door what are you waiting for
Have your rest
Why? don't you want me,
(guess you shouldn't done what you did)
But remember this
I'm the new growth
You'd be surprised
What kind of guy I am
Been here, (I'm near) before
Talk bout aborting me;
And I should be birthed
I didn't have a choice
This all for me
can't you see
I am
Baby"
05/05/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Categories:
sexual intercourse, abortion, baby,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse,
The state of being naïve, innocent, or inexperienced in a particular context,
Thought of as almost congenital awkwardness, a disease,
Sex being something you cannot allow yourself to get, a disease for a girl.
Something to get rid of, a disease for a boy.
Virginity being something sacred and to be cherished,
Sex is exciting, and hot, and almost a prerequisite for your first year of college,
Something sad, something hot, something bad, all of these things and it is-
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse.
Categories:
sexual intercourse, innocence, perspective,
Form: Ballad
My murdermask was made of blood,skin,and bones
Human heart on a hook...ravaged raw and exposed
Always smelling the rose after getting stuck by the thorn
Time after time...sunny days turn into dark storms
My murdermask was made of sticks and stones
Jagged eyed joker seeking jewels in a junkyard
Rust became reality
Wired to wickedness...death became my dream
Silence in the scream
Swimming and sinking in suicide streams
My murdermask was made of bars and bricks
Some lost and never found on their tightrope lunatic trips
Ravens sing their songs perched on the razorwire
Revenge o sweet revenge...never to retire
Intelligence and insanity having mad mind blowing sexual intercourse
Vultures eat my vanity like a candy coated corpse
My murdermask was made of mud and mannequin moans
Born to ramble
Bound to roam
Side eyes of seduction seek and seize their traps and targets
My murdermask it melts as I get lost inside the maze
Like a monster at the market...my murdermask I put away
Categories:
sexual intercourse, abuse, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
Unisex sex protection in
Using condoms rubber
Latex covering the *****
During sexual intercourse
Preventing to catch a sexually
Transmitted disease branding
Names of use trojan,lifestyles,
Magnums,ect a water proof
Holding in ejaculated semen
Condoms.
Categories:
sexual intercourse, art,
Form: ABC
Wish I was a poet, and got well paid
for poems writ whilst wearing suede
and drinking lots ‘n' lots of claret,
in a well-appointed Paris garret
My publisher would love me true,
and pay my rent, when overdue,
so I wouldn't sleep on Montmartre streets
and get under decent people's feets
I'd get well drunk and laid a lot,
(I heard poets do, more oft than not)
and choose, with numbers from a jar,
mam'selles to coucher with each soir.
Les dames Francaises would think me clever
‘cause root and boot are words I'd never
correlate. But sometimes Paris Bourse,
I'd rhyme with sexual intercourse.
And what if, for every verse I penned,
I got a hot brand-new best friend?
I wonder how long could I last,
in a life I led that blazing fast?
My real life's, in truth, synonymous
with being next best to anonymous,
but I suppose that it might be much worse,
had I to catch an early hearse.
Categories:
sexual intercourse, humorous, paris,
Form: Couplet
Cherries
I love Cherries.
Red White and Sweet.
The Cherry of a virgin who’s never had sexual Intercourse.
Categories:
sexual intercourse, fantasy, funny, imagination, passion,
Form: Free verse
INCUBUS: A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.
A.W. Nutter
The full moon casts a very pale light
Illuminating the demon at your side
His raw scent of nature fills the night
His sexual quest will not be denied
Clothing removed, admiring his prey
As he explores your valleys and curves
Laughing as your hips arch his way
The Incubus claiming what he deserves
Tender hands softly caress your hair
As he stimulates your erotic dreams
Your soft moans linger in the air
Soon replaced with guttural screams
Gratification arrives with the morning
Lips of honey seeking one last kiss
Allowing his prey to resume sleeping
As he vanishes with the morning mist
Categories:
sexual intercourse, fantasy, imaginationmorning,
Form: Rhyme
Beautiful Day. Beautiful Day, What a Beautiful Day To Fall In Love. Love I Say,
Love is a strong liking for someone or something: or passionate affection for
another person. Beautiful day, what a beautiful day to make love. Make Love I say,
making love is a sexual activity & sexual intercourse between lovers. what a
beautiful day I'm Having a day I would never forget. Right now I'm feeling very
horny for pleasure. Pleasure i say on this beautiful day. But a day without my lover
a person i give my heart, my everyday breathe to, my soulmate and my bestfriend.
It wouldn't be no one that was as beautiful as you are because then i would be
feeling all Lonely. Lonely is say on this day, I thought I was really feeling beautiful
on this day but i guess that turn out to be a dream. a dream i say, dream is a
steam of a thought and images that i closed my eyes and saw a day that was so
beautiful as my guardian angel. But then I woke up because i was reminded that
sleep was the cousin to death so then i woke up an said what a beautiful day I
say, to still be walking again on the face if this earth another Day
Categories:
sexual intercourse, loss, day, beautiful, dream,
Form: I do not know?