When we avrr-Ived
I'm surpr-Ised, that's
her, sm-Iling there.
She hated men
Hated everything about them
Bordering on the pathological
Hated the way they touched her
Hated the way they used her
She even hated taking their dirty money
She did like killing them though
Watching their power slowly ebb away
It was the ultimate org*sm
Definitely so much better than sex
She didn’t like the spurters
Underwear was so damn expensive
But she was beginning to perfect her technique
Directing the flow away from her
Learned strangely enough from a surgeon
He would have been proud of her
It was her breasts that caught his eye
The rest his imagination took care of
He had never done it blindfold before
It sure felt so sensual
God, he could feel the explosion building up inside him
She directed the open razor with total precision
Marvelling as his body went into spasm
God, the org*sm was out of this world
Definitely so much better than sex.
What means Spermatorrhoea??
Excessive emission of semen without org-sm or er-ction.
Semen is a whitish fluid that contains sperm.
Spermatorrhea is a disorder in males where an individual
experiences involuntary ejaculation or release of semen
without er-ction.Epithelial cells per high power field(HPF)
in your urine.Having a moderate number or many cells may
indicate:a yeast or urinary tract infection(UTI)kidney or liver disease.
With a towel wrapped I step out like an Egyption King
somehow I come back in the same Egiptyon KIng
timed grape riped as I was
Hsppy New year and merry quizmas gooodbye friend...........sm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him in the upper skies
But HE was right
Where light above light
Recited an Ayat
Allah (SWT) is alright.
A leader of the leaders
For the all times
Led a night prayer in the mosque
Of Baitul Muqaddas
HE was kind
In dealing with others
Met the messengers
Who were coming past
Exchanged greetings
And chatted with each other
HE had seen many things on his way
Such as torment of the Jahannam
And the happiness of the Jannah.
So, breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him for the all time.
Holy Angel named Hazrat Zebraiel (As)
A trusted companion for the all messengers
Was with Him upto Sidratul Muntaha Square.
Now, There is no barrier
No worries, No mourning
Only friend for friend
And the friend for friend
Comes close to each other
And starts transmitting messages
Year after year.
I crave sticky butter mint balls
Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties, my favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate
Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint my tongue red
Nougat or should I choose fruit gums instead
Dime bars and snickers too much temptation
Yikes! my waistline spread’s caused aggravation!
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/07/21
S - she played like an accomplished musician
T - throughout the whole of the audition
R - receiving a standing ovation after an
A – awe inspiring performance that
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond
U – unexpected and all she gave was a
S - shy smile not realising her potential
Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine
09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
What stands guaranteed?
The moon's drifting away, oh
inconstant cosmos.
Gravity fights us,
taxes come due, boys will org@sm,
some things are certain.
What about love? We
need extended warranties
for consumer faith.
Permanent pressed
love - no crumpled hopes
- investor safety.
“Love bonds”, or "emo-
care?” No worry, we’ll find a
marketable name...
p.s. I write short stories too =]
FEAST OF BEAUTY
I thought humans don't eat humans
and bands don't break bands
But your beauty is eating me up - Cannibalism.
Sheer barbarism and "taboolism",
Not empathic and absolutely no sympathy,
Emotions running high for your posh of beauty
As my own desires are feasting on me - Autocannibalism
Just like a person being consumed by or**sm.
Miss Farhana Sait,
Your charm is a bait
That lures mankind into your paradise gate.
Set me in confinement,
multiplying multiple enjoyment;
Cocooned in your milky endowment.
If beauty were transactions and sold in zillions,
Yours would be priceless and raise common opinions.
Tiger doesn't eat Tiger when famish
Yet your looks feast on this Tiger in ambush.
All these models do is slay, slay & slay
But with the fangs of beauty & your outlay
You feast, feast & feast on your prey.
To survive your allure, this I pray.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme.
Copyright © October 1st, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspiredbyFarhana
#inspiredbybeauty
#beautyappreciation
#feastoftheeyes #feastofbeauty
Is this mask a permanant shade
on which a new world order being built
it does make me timid to step out
I miss the smell of raw earth of the first rain.
fear of the unseen always haunted me
now it's verified that fear is real
did some one plant it or just evolved
both ways, Covid just keep us distance apart .
it wasn't long that I felt 'me' not in queue
until the next door man died and exhumed in stealth
kids, wife , parents all had that hollow looks ,
of fear if the unseen has entered our house,
desperately searching stock of sanitizer ,
a random deeper breath around makes us shiver .
Many experts were born on SM on the subject
people accepting anything like gospel truth
the evil planners must have their ugly smiles
since they achieved what they willed,
confusion, fear, surrender and obedience.
it's power, control and money they aim.
2000 years before we saw the same
when the rich priestly clan frightened men
of sins , rituals and punishments
That was the time the Saviour was born,
to forgive , purify and reform .
Will He come again this second time now
or is there a long oppression before His arrival ?
Like a young maiden
in heat, she reaches org*sm
as intense waves of
pleasure and pain erupt and
travel outward from the blood-
gorged epicenter
of her wet and tender sex;
transported to hea-
ven, she yelps, writhes, squirms, and gasps
for breath with every rising
crest of ecstasy;
with one hand vigorously
stroking her Flower
and the other briskly ca-
ressing the erect nipples
of her nubile breasts,
she moans, “O...M...F...G—Yessss!”
toward the Good Lord:—
(dear God!) all this sweet rapture
without so much as a man...
You r my mother my guide my light
U tought me what is wrong and right
Ur my sunshine, making my day bright
U stand by me in darkest of night
Ur my shining armor my knight
In any situation u give a tough fight
U r my teacher, my doctor my lawyer
Wd u around me I don't need to care
U r synonym for love and care
Where everyone hv abundant share
Stuck in sm situation or any confusion
I just close my eyes to find u for discussion
So many Gud and bad times we share
So many memories to look back and stare
Words fall short to describe ur love
Even God's cm to earth for this motherly love
As v all xpct on d beginning of a
year
For it to b a happy 1 n nt just a
mere
I wsnt 1 of those peer
cz I knew it wud b all of tear..
Twas a year of hardship
Twas a year of failure
Twas a year I wont like again
It became smthing kind of a
deadly fear..
Twas a year of clashes
Twas a year of pain
Twas a year dt I wud like 2
erase frm my life n drain..
D only happy thing ws my
birthday
Aftr which all d days I thot why
I tuk birth on sm day..
Days r passing by
Nyts r gone
I m still in search of d happiness
dt I ws 2 b blessd upon..
D year has cm 2 an end
And d search too
Bt I still cudnt find it
Neither in me nor in u..
D year has taught me hw harsh
lyf cn b
Wid evry new day u c
Wid evry new struggle wid d
break of d dawn
I fear this will go on n on n on..
Wid a new hope I wanna begin
d new year
Even though I knw it isnt gonna
b a 1 dt wud b dear..
Wid a hope I wanna end d year
Nt hopin 2 c evr a new year..
O you heartless stranger, leave not this heart in strange,
Over the roads of SM Street your eyes sees me discrete,
Mind not me but me in stare that you don't give a care
And you don't but still I stare heavily before you bare.
Let the talkers talk witches spell and ring their bell,
But there dwell a rare hell in me like a shell,
To call you and tell-- I am near don't fear my near,
Hear this stranger's love so clear amidst your peer,
Call me to you my soul of soul or let me my soul,
Wrap your fear to my tear till my pain flee in vain.
Call me selfish and you do, for ever, selfish
Holding your hand for ever, selfish and I am selfish!
I wait here, still here till you wake and see me here,
And I wait, still here and I wait….
©Anees Rahman
With every Day that goes by
We will create a meaning worth
More than Bliss
SM
A greater union between two!
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