Short Lecherous Poems
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A lecherous lass from Torbay
puts her assets on full display;
while wearing sheer, skimpy clothes
she gets noticed I suppose.
To her, it may be just foreplay.
A lecherous man from Milan
Will ogle whenever he can
The shorter the skirt
The more he will flirt
Guess he’s just a dirty old man!
15th June 2015
I remember an old coot named Sam Ball
For him many a young girl took a fall
He was a lecherous old fool
Yeah, I would say he was a ghoul
Young girls ran away when he came to call.
written July 6, 2021
There was once an old spinster named Ruth
Who was renowned for stretching the truth
"Tho' many young swains wooed me,
I could have married" said she,
"But found them lecherous and uncouth!"
You pulled a lecherous lever,
hid behind the word forever;
Told me to never say never;
Misbehavior, misbehavior;
You did not expect me to win
but I knew just how to begin;
Enamor you as the lynchpin,
gotta check-in, gotta check-in.
~Evil Lucia~
Salad, spaghetti, Spumoni.
M-m-m good....
Lecherous Lucia lusted for the waiter,
Hardly the pizzazy food!
Swirling the Chianti in her glass,
Staring at that Sicilian, hunky, manly mass.
Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019
At times I may come across as a lecherous old man
But trust me, that's a totally false description of who I am
Harmless, gentle and kind
Absolutely loves nice behinds
I mean really, some phillies have scintillating floor plans
At Blitzen’s Christmas Dances Everyone Fields Glances
However, It Just Keeps Lecherous Men’s Nuances
Out Pacing Quietly Reserved Shy Things
Until Vodka Wields Xmas Yuletide Zings
6 November 2021
For Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: William Kekaula
He'd led his flock for years, did Pastor Sam.
His fold caught him in a lecherous scam.
So instead of getting fired,
He 'medically' retired.
They were sick of him and he sick of them!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
It left me sour
the realities
of the hidden
man within
the abode
of every
single soul
in-dweller
Seated on
the high
glorified
lecherous
city debauchery
Attacks even
In every eyes
Closed for a
Sleep and mess
up sour libidos
You may not
Understand it
But it is a sour
Thing indaboski
Art of Ivan Albright
I hear a death rattle
feel gloom
despise grayscale-ness
flat black paint kind of background
lecherous guy
creepy skeletal hands
craggy face
shirt looks dingy, dirty, smudged
tablecloth is dank, dour, dusty,
grays and blacks, morose, macabre
I run from his art, screaming pink and orange.
Armadillo
Armor placed upon a knighted
Rat, defender of the gold, not the
Man whose crown adorns it.
Addled pretender to the throne,
Dunce, in hidden jesters robe
Ill bred, ill tempered,
Lothario, pompous preening,
Lecherous serpent seeking
Only the safety of self.
For PD’s contest
Acrostic Time #1
7/3/2014
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat;
Lecherous phrases on iron they were filed,
unbeknownst to them I am their wild child;
Calculated and curt is how I’m styled,
silk hat graffitied with the word ‘Hazmat’.
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat.
Fluorescent and creamy
‘Twas the fabric that was her skin
With lecherous taunts she told me
“All this and more could be yours.”
I gasp in profound sighs as gradually
I inundate beneath naughty theories
Upon your lips
first was a peak of interest
alluring for sharp strokes of passion
a moan here, a groan there
as a theatrical climax infuses
There abided an old dude in Dunkirk
Who was a deacon in the parish kirk
He cast his lecherous eyes
On ladies' keisters and thighs
He was renowned about town for this quirk
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Honorable Mention Deborah Guzzi's "There Once Was A Man From Dunkirk" Contest
January 2011
Adrift in your eyes
The night is deep
I search raven skies
I cannot speak
What is this embrace
Held to your darkness
I touch your face
I feel the starkness
The powers that be
This mysterious night
Have come unto me
Your rule they indict
I am left to grovel
Desire unyielding
A lecherous hovel
A whim to your wielding
8/4/17
I thought I was never
A neophyte in lovemaking
Surely my bedroom prowess
Was a gift of providence
Gone were my floundering, lecherous
Smoldering inhibitions
Sadly my dolorous bombastic
Evaluation of my carnal skills
Was greatly overrated
Unfortunately I came
To this conclusion
Much too quickly
Eight Word Free Verse Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5/20/19
She was twenty-two-years old
childlike, but not childish
her mind was not as deep thinking as many
but she was empathetic and kind
goodness oozed out of her
she was the victim of a lecherous relative
he knew she was going to expose him
he talked her mother into giving her a lobotomy
she was institutionalized the rest of her life
barely able to speak or move
her father safely moved on to other young victims
We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.
We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety
Yet, we feel no shame
For
Raping the world we live in.
For
Being the architects of a ghetto
That once was
Paradise.
A lecherous neophyte he preyed
upon their folded hands and closed eyes
bathed in their dolorous mumblings
sated himself on their penitential inhibition
Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift
drowning in his vitriolic bombast
a hard burning scent of incense
left to smolder in their souls
for Providence had delivered them - to him
©6/16/2019
Eight word free verse challenge Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor
The boss had too much egg nog
at the office party. Oh,
She set her goal to snog
me beneath the mistletoe!
With lecherous intentions
she stalks me ‘cross the floor
until she finally pins me
against the bathroom door!
Her boozy breath assails me.
I very nearly swoon!
Her scarlet nails impale me.
I realize I’m doomed!
The darting of her tongue
leaves me in a daze.
Her kiss, so thick with rum,
I better get a raise!
11/23/2013
A smile of vitamin D will bleed,
surrender now trade it for the night;
The warmth of the colors at twilight,
let your lecherous desires feed;
Moonlight will capture your soul
let go of decomposition for immortality;
Through a hunter’s eyes you will see
covered in stardust you become whole;
From the moment you receive the kiss
young fangs become your epicenter;
In the frenzy of your birth as a vampire
you won’t remember daylight’s bliss.
She had to stretch on tiptoes to kiss Prince Frog
He stood still, but his polka dots were quivering
He liked attention from sweet young girls
She thought it was an innocent kiss, and so did we
Not knowing at the time about the mean ways of some frogs
lecherous frogs with sad malicious selfish nasty ways
In some ways I wish we never had to warn our children
About these frogs, and I am conflicted
Is it better if they do not know
Or better if they know to run……
Along the valleys of Llandegfan
Fluorescent lavish she glimmers
Battling arousal unyielding I strain
As the sweltering blood simmers
Fervid quivering she assigns
Peaking atop the apex of my spine
With each stroke swift I succumb
For this moment forever I've pined
Forgive my heightening appetite
Supplementary to my avid lust
Quite the unbearable sensation
Equally as hazardous to trust
In vivid colours may we flaunt
Fornicate to lecherous taunts