Work Sexy Poems

I went to jack in the box to get some fries
Long day at work not going to five guys
The cashier looked a bit was different
No...

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It's been a while since I had something sweet
Now my tongue is dry all I can think of is that cake
That I'm about to have,...

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I step into the gym, my resolve is strong
I lace up my shoes, and put on my game face
I know that I'll push myself, all...

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I was about to check out a new detective drama
and paused
however briefly
when I noticed a consumer warning
"Sexual Situations"

Which I find confusing.

Everyday
as long as I continue...

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Dead by Morning II
(Dead by Morning, 3/13/20 explained what will happen.  This is the followup.)

I’m no prophet…
  I just pay attention…
  ...

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They are friends, 
I imagine,
Or perhaps unfamiliar
yet curious
neighbors.

These two seem to like
to lick
each other

And probably value public transparency
more than personal privacy

I wonder
how they became work...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot bound 
in knots cutting 
sweet the heat 
Burns in between 
the pleasure 
of the pain 
the sweat 
of...

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Wtf is sex w/o communication
I mean I wish I could meet a shawty and have sex with no hesitation.

But the s**t don’t work for me...

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What I really wanted to do was  

Have a little fluffy buzz  

All the flashing lights  

Were ever so bright  

In...

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Jesus was a patristic carpenter,
a non-nationalistic builder
of goodnews communal structure,
a nonviolent communicating leader,
a multispirit-natural facilitator,
divinely humane bilateral
spiritual health is natural wealth
facilitator of recreative green
and blue
and...

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She slips into my presence 
as I sleep, or think, or breathe; 
to kiss my lips without a touch, 
with movements of fluid ease. 
I...

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That's *****!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
panes of misty white fog
gently covering her view
of upstream tiding River's
mysterious grey
reverse time flow

Sometimes,

OK, really too often,
I...

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Sawdust thrusts into the visceral air 
as you lust over your woodworker's chair,
and I desire you more.

Cedarwood sprinkles cling to stalwart sleeves.
Man glitter flits upon...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't...

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Hey honey, I miss you heaps,
Are you busy or are you alone,
Because I love thoughts you send to me,
When you send me those pics on...

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