Short Latex Poems

Kitten, 
Clit-en
Latex mitten

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Dr. Latex Glove
Gave research a real shove
Removed the wrong organ-a kidney
But he discovered one makes enough PP...

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her mind falls off while chalk blue lips shiver open
head back 
soft latex throat lay exposed
limbs.. just silent godless clay....

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her mind falls off while chalk blue lips shiver open
head back 
soft latex throat lay exposed
limbs.. just silent godless clay.

Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green...

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Careful Ling Phong Dam from old Siam
Used the latest latex diaphragm
It was ineffective,
Most likely defective
For the son of Ling Phong Dam, I am.

Written March 22, 2022...

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Unisex sex protection in
Using condoms rubber 
Latex covering the penis
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....

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Latex so tight.
Brings me back to my younger days.
Latex so tight.
Flashes of pleasure in the night.
How I love thee lets count the ways.
To the inventor, I give praise.
Latex so tight.


**By Chris Matt for “Weave A Rondelet” Contest***...

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Attitude will always cash checks
faster than those special effects.
Patterned with a cape and latex
hero complex, hero complex. 

Whenever the moment is dire 
to save the world is your desire.
With a goal of peace to transpire 
with no gunfire, with no gunfire....

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I was running to see where the police siren was coming from, 
when all of a sudden I fell in the coal bin, right slap in a bucket
of latex semi-gloss-paint covered in corn. Now I can bench press 100 but
I didn't  eat my waffle because someone ran over it with a roller skate....

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inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above 
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove 
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove 
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How was it before the pushing pelvis
had me flopping onto slick latex?

I am arriving mother,
still seeking the hands
that caught me.

There has been a lot of rubber
left on the road.

This six pounder is even now
leaving for somewhere else -
still slipping through....

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We all wear masks of sorts...
the politician more comfortable
than most of us – his/hers made 
of latex – easier to contort into
whatever image more advantageous; 
driven by public opinion...or which of the 
puppet makers will pay more; the Democrat 
nose now, sword length
into the heart of Freedom.......

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You think you're funny.
But throughout my stay here,
I've noticed.
That you're not who you say you are.
Behind that smock,
those latex gloves
and that plastered smile.

I can see.
I can see there's a void going through you.
And I can feel,
that being on the other side of the gun
is not so strange to you....

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How was it
before the pushing pelvis
had us flopping onto slick latex,
why cannot we recall it?

This world-dreaming amnesia 
is Gods doing we are told,
but I wonder if a six pound infant deity 
is even now
leaving a heavenly sphere
to slip through a birth canal,

already forgetting
if the lights were left on 
or off?...

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Blushing blooming flower
red blue full of desire
she lays still 
pouring slowly 
spill
drips of love
holding tights and latex gloves
she makes it easy
but hard to breath
slowly letting out
with ease
pushing further into night
like heros fighting unlikely frieghts
she wonders home
step one two three
leaving me here 
breathing slowly...

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The Durex Company’s fearing the worst
Non latex condoms are now known to burst
There’s a product recall
Hope they can trace them all ...
Or unplanned babies may need to be nursed!

Inspired by this newspaper article - n.b it's only certain products which are sold in the UK and Ireland

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-45014118

8/13/18...

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Sure, we all are in Gods kingdom,
Not in Satan's perverse Dukedom,
And should well clear steer of whoredom,
A big challenge to clinched stardom
Often igniting sex freedom;
Never Saint Stephen's Martyrdom...

Still for microbes a sold condom
Birth control measures not seldom
Infected spouse for The Syndrome
Better get out of a doldrum
To shops go for Latex condom....

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Being lazy
Getting hazy
Always crazy
Die from sloth
Getting fat
Being hungry
Seeing crack
Die from gluttony
Not complex
Having sex
Without latex
Die from lust
For thyself
Don't need help
No problem
Die from pride
So much anger
You're a banger
Do the math
Die from wrath
It's not enough
To want too much
Want everything
Die from greed
Jealousy
Will get you
Nowhere
Die from envy...

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Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new  S&M 
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!...

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would it be awkward to tell you
how the whole world
smells like petroleum jelly
or that the latex on my fingers
seems never to wear off
to explain
that after a while
they're all the same
one more mark
in a sea of the willing
if you offer the right look,
seeming supplications,
the most brittle of vows
all for a small recompense
that's never enough
it's more than an hour
you lose
in the company of hands
that offer no shelter...

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These blatant lives poets lead
with their guts hanging out,
gore hid between beautiful words.

I remember (after the failed surgery),
when guts spilled out of my actual body;
that unwinding of blank verse uncoiling
in a slow slime of sincerity.
The hectic rush to the operating room again,
the gurney screeching on polished floors,
guts still leaking from under a latex glove.

A poem revealing itself,
speaking beautifully at last....

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I bought a pair of
off-brand running shoes today.

The impoverished man who made them, the man who birthed them sole to tongue in
some third-world hellhole slept like a baby that night after sewing
steadfast at machine no. 21 all day and into the night.
He was too
tired to make love to his young wife and
she was ovulating.

I am become fate,
decider, a 
two dollar bathroom-machine rubber. 
I have become Hadrian's latex wall, and
I have changed the course of history....

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