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Rain Dubilewski Poem
Warmth of your touch wrapped around my bod,
Pressure smooth and sweet felt upon my waist.
You slip into thought and down I do nod,
When excited, I’m sent into great haste.
In slight slowing gyrations do you guide my tip,
And turn me off and on by simple thumb.
Sometimes, you’ll touch me bitter to your lip,
When your mind falters, for once becoming dumb.
And you whisper lines to me in frantic,
Cover me cool sultry with your fever,
Sweat runs greasy through my breast clip, panic
That I will slip from your grasp, word weaver.
Made out of metal I am what I am,
Just a small blue pen in the palm of your hand.
Copyright © Rain Dubilewski | Year Posted 2008
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Rain Dubilewski Poem
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
From her family’s looks she remains,
Perhaps most likely-
Fair white skin
Flowing blond hair
Flashing green eyes
Pouty lips moistly tinged rose
However, one can not truly tell,
For she is covered in
One Big Beauty Mark
Blotchy Brown
Fuzzed Hairs
Raised and Greasy
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
Copyright © Rain Dubilewski | Year Posted 2008
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Rain Dubilewski Poem
They flocked into town.
Loud, Pushy, Laughing
They left their Tropics
To celebrate the Great Fest,
Banqueted by Instinct.
Mashing and gulping sour
Red and Purple bits,
Juice dribbling sticky
Down their Breasts,
They stumble about,
From one hung over bar,
To
Another.
Each drink Drives them
Farther until,
One
By
One
They drunkenly Crash to their Deaths
In the Windows we use
To View Them.
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Rain Dubilewski Poem
eyes eyes
In the Headlights- wide
The clacking of feet on the ground,
Mad dash for the Tick-filled ditch.
You
Alone, oblivious until-
The very last second
When You wrench
The wheel
Left
Not knowing where You’re going,
Just Not into that Sillouhette.
Car Road Him
A moan escapes the lips of Both.
For One, it is of Agony.
For the other, it is of relief.
eyes eyes
In the Headlights- wide
As You crawl out of Your car
Into the Tick-filled ditch
To see him stride away
Nonchalantly into the darkened field.
-RED
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Rain Dubilewski Poem
Times come in, and breathe out-
Like the waves,
Crashing angrily ashore,
Swallowing it whole,
Erasing all that once lay there
And leaving it with remnants
Littered from the sea.
Scuttling to reshape
All that now lies smooth,
The sand awaits the kiss of the sun
The tickle of ants,
The sparkle of gold flecks
Pink shells.
Forever it will be
The same.
A long expanse,
With nothing but the purpose
of pleasure,
A part of the frame
That contains the
Waters that caress
and abuse
it.
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