9

Velvet Dreams

On a bushy bed she may sit,
but the woman is smooth and fit.
I tend to like 'em hairy, but my opinion can vary,
'cause
@olgakulaga has the coolest clit.

Notes: Over the line? Yes, yes it is. Anyway, we boys have a hard time, so any help we can get finding it is much appreciated! Loved everything in this set, not
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ninjaaron:
Thanks, @olgakulaga! I'm glad you liked it! I was nervous about posting this one because it gets a little more personal than some of my other poems. I'm glad you took it positively. I really like the distinctive shape of your body and appreciated that you're so willing to share it.
abshake321:
Lower lips don't lie
8

Lost in Blue

I try to write poems with class,
about the outfit, the theme or her sass.
But I lost my mind when I saw that behind,
so this one's only about
@mundi's ass.

Notes: *the sound of speechlessness*

abshake321:
I wanna choke my self on the butt and die peacefully
8

Love for Van Halen

Running with this devil's seduction,
I ain't talkin' 'bout love, but corruption.
I'd go ahead and jump, on
@kittenivy's hump,
but I had a premature eruption.

Notes: I LOVE Van Halen, as every rock guitar player does, so I was really excited about this set. In the end, @kittenivy's body was more of a highlight than the VH content, but you'll
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7

hot pizza

She ain't exactly sugar and spice,
But her pizza is just as nice.
I think I would die for a piece of that pie,
'cause
@stanislava is one hot slice.

Notes: @heccles told me once that trading sex for pizza is not prostitution. I normally ain't that kind of boy, but if @stanislava's buying the pizza, who am I to say no? XD

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ninjaaron:
@heccles I guess I'll have to take your word for it! 😆😭 Buy me a pizza and maybe I'll let you teach me.
abshake321:
Two of my most favourite food
4

I was curious as a kid, and I had begun exploring the strange desires I was having with BASIC, but it was never serious between us and we eventually went our separate ways. I was perusing degrees in Biblical studies, while BASIC was off going wherever programming languages go to die.

I started using Linux in my early twenties and became interested in doing some...
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7

Mystery Machine

Always first to the crime scene,
detectives have to keep the streets clean,
but I still imagine crimes of passion,
riding in her mystery machine.


@revenant_melody

6

Goodnight

Perfection bathed in lights of red and blue,
while my senses reel and I don't have a clue.
A fertile imagination supplies every sensation--
sometimes it only takes one picture of you.

Notes: @Dasirya put this one picture in a profile post, and it blows my mind every time I look at it. I feel all the feels.

12

A Sword by the River

A woman like this, who can find?
So perfect, so pure, so sublime.
But I'm in distress 'cause under her dress,
@kioui's sword is bigger than mine.

Notes: I'm sorry @kioui! I couldn't help myself!

11

As I laid in my bed,
I thought of you and I once again.
Though you were far away,
the work of your charms would begin.

Looking out of my window,
my eyes were drawn up to the stars,
but my hands were drawn down and slowly wrapped around
something rather more hard.

First slowly and casually,
as the thought of your scent filled my...
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ninjaaron:
I will, @jaybugg! I do write a TON of prose, mostly about programming (tutorials, opinions, advice) and some of my stuff has gained a little traction online. I was surprised to find that poetry comes much more easily now than it did when I was younger, and I assume it must be because I write so much about programming—though I wouldn't have expected those skills to overlap. Cross-training or something. 🤷
jaybugg:
All about connecting words, so it certainly has a realm to it, just as math relates to all. For me its word visuals. When I hear certain words it triggers things, and I attach them to a certain event or emotion, then build upon that. So for me writing comes rarely.
8

A Street Car Named Desire

At night in the library alone,

but from the stacks I hear a moan.
First I just speculate but then I investigate,
creeping like a dog with a bone.

Louder now as things start to cook,
I know just exactly where to look.
I find her in a trance with a hand down her pants,
and her nose in a
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