adult

Fall

October's raring to get us high on sugar
with temperature falling

 

In an elevating freight elevator
I overheard a conversation between two adults

 

behind their ragged full grown beard
which could hide their faces

 

but failed to hide their
childish love for colorful things

 

They were discussing if
skittles were even considered candies.

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So Rich So Poor

I was once so god damned rich
Might be hard to understand
To have anything you wish -
No matter how large or grand

For many years I did own
In the heart of Beverly Hills
The very loveliest home
With all the finest of frills

Two acres and twenty rooms
Silk sheets gold plated brooms
Maids drivers and every tool
My life was easy and very cool

Then came the financial fire
Of two thousand and eight
I lost everything but my ire
For I saw the truth too late

Endless dominos were falling
Mandelbrot’s fractal chain
With human voices calling
In choruses of deep pain

I had my share of dominos
And debt to crooked banks
So I suffered mighty throes
And to them give no thanks

The descent was immediate
The depression hard to stop
It seemed that nothing fit
And everything was locked

Irony - pair of dice in human hand
I say looking down at Beverly Hills
Earning cash - giving sexual thrills
In the back of some stranger’s van

You say it could not happen to you
You are too smart - or this or that
But if it did - what would you do
To deal with the new set of facts

Could you - would you - should you
Where - how - when and how much
Who with - what’ll you have to do
And will you ever again find luck

There are so many questions
When you are totally broke
And too many indiscretions
Before it’s all writ and spoke

I was once so god-damned rich
And now I am so damned poor
If it wasn’t for those I’d miss
I’d say - I don’t want any more

‘VAGINA DIALOG’

Excuse me,

I am not trying to be rude

or acting obtuse.

 

But bear with me for a short little while,

and hop along for a common sense ride.

 

If you love our woman,

it will fill you with pride

despite my vulgar tide.

 

One cannot hate any woman

without hating oneself.

 

Just because we are kicked out of paradise

does not give one the right

to call a woman…

 

These vile decrepit names

our beloved woman are forced to bear

by knaves

without shame

in ignorance and self hate.

 

No sense or sensibilities

of wherefore they came.

 

I cannot repeat or remake

or else I will be branded

an ignorant angry disgusting mate.

 

I will be banned

from the poetic distribution stand,

and it is not because I am a man

 

The shameless conversation about

rape

gang banging

hate.

 

About heroines we should appreciate

for our community sake.

 

It was a woman

who squeezed us from between her legs

after her vagina

swell

erupt

rip

then pop,

shooting us into to society's shop.

 

We came into being

in the womb of a woman.

 

Our first lesson we partake

in a pre-baby state

resonating through the hallowed halls

of her living uterine walls.

 

We heard her angelic voice

pervasive like a goddess

echoing from all corners of the domain

in which she reign.

 

It is the closes thing to God speaking

that we can proclaim.

 

We formed and developed

in the bowels of her flesh cave of refuge.

She persevered and persisted

 

after having her lips

stretch

tear.

 

Wrapped around her hips

then forcing out a crying basketball

from a small folded hole

the size of a very tiny bowl

beyond her sensitive vagina hall.

 

After 18 hours

of excruciating rhythmic screams

no one could ever miss.

 

Heart wrenching howls

of unstoppable pain.

To gain a small piece of eternity,

and to be counted as a link

in life’s continuous chain.

 

Everyone experienced the first sensation of light

after being pissed out of a female's crotch,

and emerging from a mother’s heavenly gate.

 

Birth from a cervical cavern

to experience a spiritual metaphoric transition.

 

Breathing the first breath of life,

then cut the lifeline

to the only heaven we new

losing the umbilical cord as we grew.

 

Savour the first smells

after her pussy exploded,

and pushed us from her blessed well.

 

Spend the rest of our life

trying to re-enter paradise;

 

as though the mating ritual

was a repetitive religious right

performed each and every night

in dim flickering candle light.

 

The path to heaven’s door

is a long double  twisting spiral ladder

each mated pair

must claim the journey they wish to share.

 

The farther we go

and the higher we climb

is the closer we get to the coveted prize

for there you will find “Narvana’s Grove.”

 

Where milk and honey flows

from twin mountain peaks

not far beyond our reach.

 

Just across the savanna,

down and up a small concave valley,

then over a hilly hump

before reaching the promised land.

 

Where a

single

solitary

hooded guardian stand.

 

To enter this forbidden land.

Where silken non green grass grows wild and free.

To savour the flowers from Eden’s secret garden,

 

and pluck the forbidden fruit

while fully ripe in due season

for loving a woman is pleasing.

 

A place where angelic songs from a divine maiden

falls like persistent rain in all seasons

perforating the air for a noble reasons.

 

Calling back home to her lost symmetric half’

like a lost key finding his respective lock,

to enter her heavenly clock,

 

and partake of womanly treasures,

making the rivers of life to come alive

for a very long time.

 

Causing her tick tock

to strike nine

many many times.

 

But don’t forget a deep gaze

into her two oval eyes

and be lost in her paradise,

for this is where we belong

if we be strong.

 

Leegal Poet

 


Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @copyright   


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Aimless People

I must admit

I feel far too sick

to be out and about among the general

Public

It's far too often that I'm out driving

and without any warning

I'll have to fight the urge

To urge my car off a bridge

Letting it sink like a shell

To the bottom of the ocean

When I see a hospital

I can feel my sensible side telling me

To check myself in

And never leave

When I fall in love

I want to warn the person

That they're wasting all their

Time on a maniac

Who'll eventually just off himself

I feel far too sick

to be out and about among

The general

Public

And it saddens me that

I'm not the only

One

 

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suddenly

suddenly you're this person, this 'adult'

and suddenly you're talking to younger persons

the way you remember grown-ups

talking to you when you were a kid

and it's all happening so fast

and it's all so scary and unknown

 

and suddenly you feel proud about your job

(even though it's nothing like you ever imagined)

even though the unfulfilled dreams of

what you originally 'wanted' to do

is all that fills your sleepy head at night

and sometimes you have nightmares

about never doing anything good

or artistic or honest

but they leave your mind as soon as you wake up

 

and sometimes suddenly you wonder what you're doing here

why are you setting an alarm

why are you checking your email

why are you dressing up for that meeting

why are you mixing too much sugar into your coffee

 

this isn't 'it'

this isn't anything

 

sometimes suddenly you remember those nightmares

sometimes all the caffiene you consume leaves you nauseous

sometimes you get sad and it makes no sense

to anyone else but you

 

and you want to run

and maybe hide

mostly just so the nightmares will stop

but also because you know you have

something to contribute

but you just

don't know what it is yet

goose pinple ariolas 9adult)

i want to count them with my tongue very very slowly.......... and kiss them one at a time for an hour....... take my time.. while you make me wait like a wonderful mistress, tatiana........while your girlfriend vanessa discipline me with her dildo........mmmmmmmm

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oil on her red nightie (adult)

tempt me......... oil on yor naked titties , i would be there to rub it all over you.......... i masturbate frantically........i want you see you and yrou girlfriend rub each other with hot oil............then we have threesome.............mmmmmmmmmmmmm

Author's Notes/Comments: 

adult

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Latina Sexpot (XXX)

Our Rezdenvous... my words to her......my manifold.........manifold of fantasy..........
our threesome .. menage a trous......as we take each other in each others arms.. and she gulps down my phallous.. and it grows mammothly....
and she then turns her back to me and i enter her from the back...........mmmmmmmmmmm..........while she services her girlfriend... and i grow to be a phallic mercinary.. pounding her with no mercy and the release... and her girlfriend takes her plastic toy to service her from the back while she goes down........then.........they both ...........................and we..............XXX

Author's Notes/Comments: 

menage a trois

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Candles & Wine (EROTIC)

Candles & Wine



Candles lit, romance in the air

Wine filled glasses, just the two of us there.

Tender kisses on lips and throat

Reciting for you poems I wrote.

Slowly clothes are falling away

Passions burning hot; no longer at bay.

Hands roaming and feeling, in lustful quest

Bodies trembling, flesh upon flesh.

Lips to breast; both yours and mine

Minutes tick by, in lover’s time.

Down to your navel; my kisses roam

Even further down, my tongues; found home.

Ecstasy engulfing, your body responds

Together our passions, joyfully bonds!

Climatic release, as you scream “Oh Yes!”

What I’ve done for you, you could do; no less.

Within your body, you take me in

Through lips I’ve kissed, your pumping begins.

Using your tongue, as a warm; wet guide

Slowly, in then out, I slowly slide.

The sensations you’re causing, pulsing through me…

Are like… blissful jolts, of electricity!

Finely your power, takes me to my peak

Wave after wave, I can’t even speak.

Explosions of light burst before my eyes

My only sounds are; soft moans and sighs.

Once you’re sure; I’m completely sedate

You cuddle to me closely, and; patiently wait.

Until once more; I’m ready for you

Then, passionate love; we’ll make for two.

Candles burning slowly, until they’re gone

Making love with you, all night long.



©2007 Paul (ChryWizard)  Posney

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