Grief Sexy Poems

Alone, I angle to her open pine box
set atop the stately dining table.
There she lies as if she could now see
naked, starkly she stares up...

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Limericks VII - Naughty, Bawdy, Risque, Absurd

There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this bawdy one of mine:

There was a...

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A figure of eight
Infinity knows
Sexy sway now baits
Taut tensions flood flow


A sleek fine physique
Charming bulge of breasts
Curves that preach mystique
Crash of lusty flesh


Hormones on the...

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Come, let me eat your pain
Point my mind into the vein

Storm across the bleak hot sands
Crush your scars in my bare hand

Trap your nightmares in...

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Gabrielle 

Patron saint of death and resurrection.

The revealer, who answered Daniel's questions.

With the strength of God, she came to me,
and quietly snuck out at 4am...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to...

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I've lived some tough days,
arms burning with anxiety, body aching with grief.
I've fought to hang on, 
clawing for the edge of the ice, scraping, pulling.

So...

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A scent of a woman he adores much in loving
he can't escape the enchantment her kisses brings, 
He sighed and closed his eyes at the...

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