Vulva Poems | Examples

Sonnet

Spoon and smacks, a sweet screw and strap,
Skank cucumbers, sugar's hammer bed;
The donut hotdog, sausage swing to lap,
A slide of neck, a drum of meat and head.
Fur, nipples, pickles, bear, and bull do juice,
The twine, pole, grab leather boots;
Belts, handcuffs, laces, panties, and the noose,
Sword, slave, lipstick, eel, antler, and the hoot.
*****, tunnel, clam, purr, kitty, volcano,
Mussel, worm, shell, and underwear of fleece,
Pussy, thermostat, screams of spank and hollo,
Ashley, pomegranate, hips, and strawberry kiss;
Peach butt cheek, bite, chokecherry and the lips,
Tunnel, vulva, cherry, breasts, and neck.

Sonnet

Spoon and smacks, a sweet screw and strap,
Skank cucumbers, sugar's hammer bed;
The donut hotdog, sausage swing to lap,
A slide of neck, a drum of meat and head.
Fur, nipples, pickles, bear, and bull do juice,
The twine, pole, grab leather boots;
Belts, handcuffs, laces, panties, and the noose,
Sword, slave, lipstick, eel, antler, and the hoot.
*****, tunnel, clam, purr, kitty, volcano,
Mussel, worm, shell, and underwear of fleece,
Pussy, thermostat, screams of spank and hollo,
Ashley, pomegranate, hips, and strawberry kiss;
Peach butt cheek, bite, chokecherry and the lips,
Tunnel, vulva, cherry, breasts, and neck.

Long Distance Relationships

Now my hands buried
In my pant, my hair all mated
Resting on my warm:
In the back of my head
"The vulva is an altar, and the pubic hairs are the flames upon the altar."(quote)
resting on my warm...was your imaginary hands,
Your notification startles me
A cold bed, noisy neighbors
And all I want is you.....

You are my one and only desire,
I crave your body, your soul
Your heart, and your only yours(quotes)
July 8th, 2022, I fly over the cuckoo’s nest
Here I am today with you feeding my addiction
this admiration without love is the fruit of reflection
Your values, my custom, and my abilities to comprehend:
One day you will search through the lonely earth for me,
However, would I be there,
Would I at the moment in time care?
My library card is overdue/ or it my libido (??
Don’t make me beg, don’t make me cheat
My friends said to me,
The sweetest lips deserve a kiss
But whom am I to ask for this (quote)Pj.)
My true confession of a low sX.s .s drive, chick.

Coughing Coffee Beans Next To Books

COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS

DID you see that girl in the corner?   Next to the books and coffee beans?  Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping.  I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i'm sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie.  Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it's knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.

Oh romanichel heart.  For the world.

Swollen lips - un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!

:: 11.11.2021 ::

Curse of the Polka Dot Dress

A short polka dot dress
doesn't belong here.
Amidst the predators
headless beer
dream benders 
vulva vampires
cheap shot dead enders
so willing to blow hell fire
into innocent embers.

A dash of black out.
Sprinkled into your naïve drink.
Sticky dreams dying
in a puddle of sunrise piss.
Daddy always warned you about the curse
of a short polka dot dress.

The Rape of An Orange

stalking the orchard
twist it from a tree
ripping the skin
quarter perfection
claws tearing pulp
vulva under the teeth
seeds on the chin
what a brutal thing
to devour an orange
did it scream?

When You Say Vagina You Mean, 'Vulva'

THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say: 

"I don't care -- I(can't
)won't so go away go away
--> so i am he has you 
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
-->so we die.
            Sitting upon a 
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so 
pretty are the Souls ; crying.

  Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and 
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.

Don't walk upon my Soul *****
so self-assured:  i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees:  "yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes"  I wasn't once
convinced:  the vagina must
be slain.  Must be bled 
once and for all.

:: 11-04-2017 ::

Idle Thoughts

Idle Thoughts 


 When I write of a rose should 
I add the adjective beautiful
I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning
But we can argue about whether we like red or white ones.
When I kissed her tender lips was 
It since she had kissed a lot before?
I held around her waist tenderly- a new adjective- and she gazed 
At me likewise well I`m not a Russian given to bear hugs.
Her vulva was like a fairy- tale
I ask you, not a moist ulcer then.
Fairy tales is about sex starved princess`s with long hair in a tower
A prisoner of her father`s idea of chastity and no knitting needle  
The curvature of her lower back
Struts out like ski-jump in the Alps
Petals falls of roses one by one and blinded by irrational by love
We see again after an operation cataract and daylight seeps in. 
The road surface too potholed
No one asphalts my road anymore.

Behind High Walls

Behind high Walls 
When I opened the door to my cabin was met with a summer day 
that felt like a lingering kiss by the love that will one day say goodbye.
Sneeze and make a haiku words dotted on paper napkins while 
waiting for the bill three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor restaurant, I was trying to remember about my
experiences what I have seen, heard and read becomes a ball of threads 
swirling through space and I try to get a loose thread to make sense of 
my life but I have to act fast the idea I had disappears in the sand of time 
and through the din of stillness, another glass will not come amiss 
I no longer live in a forest I never had a garden, and I now think about 
robot sex with a vulva of silk I will train to love me and when I die
It will lie beside me in the coffin and when we are found a skeleton and
a bit of rust; come to think of it a dog is a robot in its early stage still 
obedient but tries to fool its owner into loving it.

https://allpoetry.com/poem/12745053-behind-high-walls-by-benafim

Deception

The Deception
Beware!
Her arms around my neck were cold
that was because they were artificial 
her eyes shone like a diamond in the sun
yet with a hint of moonlight serenade
and her lips like a damp vulva. 
Was she an angel
And imp 
Or from the netherworld
A Russian spy
A robot
An Israeli honey trap
A failed suicide bomber 
 I felt my way perhaps her vagina 
was a guillotine 
I will not complain
 still got nine fingers left

Female Migrant

The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life 
into her and he was no longer alone. 
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out 
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding 
and silent not for her to turn her back complaining
of a headache and other female ailments. 
After wild night they had done it five times, she had
she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere 
in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.
With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his
country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and 
thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.

''A Cunning Linguist Is My Romeo''

A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
      Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!— 
       so I then beg for the cock of my Horace.

Sensing Sensuality, Sensual Abc Contest

Animalistic body craving 
Deeply erotic
Flesh, girth, horny
Ingesting Jiz, kinky
Lewd mind
Nipples orgasmic
Physically quivering
Racy suggestive thighs
Under vulva wanting
Xenogenous yearning
Zeal

23 September 2015

L'Origine Du Monde

L'Origine du monde
                                       smegma musk odors of clit
                                            pervade my night sky









L'Origine du monde, the first realistic painting of a vulva in Western art (Oil painting by Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet 1866, Paris: Musée d'Orsay )

"I am fifty years old and I have always lived in freedom; let me end my life free; when I am dead let this be said of me: 'He belonged to no school, to no church, to no institution, to no academy, least of all to any régime except the régime of liberty."(Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet)



©rajat kanti chakrabarty
16 December 2014

The Womb of Mother Nature Mother Nature's Vulva

THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands

One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place.

MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ******

A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood.

To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bringing it near.

Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care.

Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva.

This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be.

This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen.

This in a photo - this day - caught my eye.
B. J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009

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