Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte
SexNo.Sex8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Of course we do. Were animals.
That doesnt mean anything.
We do. Men just like sex more then women.
No they dont, women do.
Oh come on, were filthy pigs. Were always going out of our way, always willing to spend money, always looking for the hottest young babe, I mean look at us.
That doesnt mean you like it anymore then we do.
Yes it does.
Just because women arent obsessed with sex doesnt mean we dont like it any less.
Well what about your cousin Arty?
What about him?
Hes a dog. The man will screw anything with legs, even if it has more body hair then he does.
Hes not a man, hes a pervert. His last girl didnt even have time grow a pair of dinner plats to fill in her trainers.
Strip clubs. Do you see the way those men drool over those women? And
Midnight SexMidnight Sex8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are better than midnight sex
or heavy breathing through phone lines when I'm lonely
but when you're next to me I feel you in my every pore
and my body calls out
[I find my lips
whisper just the same.]
I want to b
It's just sex, or is it?It's just sex, or is it? - Part IIt's just sex, or is it?10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I never thought that I would say anything along these lines, and ask me about this subject a year ago and you would have gotten a completely different answer, but as it stands, a year older, a year wiser, and poof you have the present.
Sex. Three letters, arranged in a manner that brings blushing to some, scowls from others, smiles, seduction, and is wholly taboo in public. When asked a year ago what I thought sex was I would have responded that is it the only way to get closest to the woman you love, that sex brings a certain completion to a relationship, a bond which isn't easily broken or cast aside. How else is the feeble mind of man able to substantiate a meaningful relationship without physical contact? To him it satiates the carnal urge within, the desire to procreate, extend his lineage and release his energy into another. Okay, most guys just want to get laid, whether they are
Sex Symbolshes got her cigarettsSex Symbol9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
her flashy mini skirt
she wears their sex apon her sleeve
there she goes again
in all her overdramatic wonder
a muse of the nightlife
shes a sex symbol on parade
with her pinpoint pupils
and her hair a mess
she could make a million bucks with the face shes got
shes a heroin addict at her best
can you hear it calling? calling your name
"throw your life away,
"ill make it easier to be free"
shes living for that single moment
before you send her scrambling
reaching for something that was never there in the first place
its a drug induced love
she only wants what you cant give
dirty is fancy
she loves those dirty sceenes
yet she hasnt slept in days
and she wants it to
The Weaker SexSociety wants me to feelThe Weaker Sex11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sorry for being a guy
My goal is to break your heart
My purpose is only to lie
But let's just beg the question
As I've always wanted to do
Let me ask you seriously
What can I do better than you?
You're all way smarter than me
All the days you have applied
Yourselves in school while I
Sat quietly to the side
You're way more active than me
Involved with talents galore
I did nothing in high school
And not any times before
When financial problems arise
Never a time there's been
Where I've seen you all
Repeat the problem again
Time after time after time
I've been at mercy of cost
And speaking in terms of jobs
A male has never been my boss
You're more beautiful than me
You inspire countless songs
About love & hurt & greatness
Even about your thongs
You're caring & empathetic
Your feelings go down deep
Further than mine will ever go
That cliff is way too steep
All the actions I've taken
No matter what I do
Did it by your subtle command
I have never controlled you
Empty SexHere's another thoughtEmpty Sex12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's all about sex
This one says a lot
Because it's not what one expects
Empty sex leaves you sad and weak
Intimacy meant for love and dedication
Empty sex doesn't give you the pleasure you seek
All the fun and tittilation
It's only skin deep
So here's this revelation
Empty sex is dirty and cheap
This problem has one solution
Wherever true love may sleep
Sex can certainly be great
It can be wonderful and fun
But sometimes it's just better to wait
Until you find that special someone
Empty sex is lonely and cold
Once you're there, there's no turning away
Just find someone to hold
Just find someone to stay
Just let your love unfold
And then maybe one day
You can step back and behold
Love has found a way
To bring you sex untold
sexBlood stained lips,sex9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along the finger tips,
sweet tear droplets,
hicky stained neck,
sucking somethign else,
Scenes of sex and love.---Scenes of sex and love.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you heard your voice in high octaves today, don't
worry, it was just me; with only an ocean between us, I'm sure
I was loud enough.
You and I, darling, we don't watch movies, but we should
get together and turn the TV on. I miss
the shadow-puppet theatre of our bedroom floor, our legs
like lovers knots
on the wall. You can be the
wingspan of my butterflies; intertwine our thumbs,
and we can fly. But
kiss me here, first. Touch me
and I'll arch my back on command, bridge the differences
between our climaxes,
hold the promise of
you in the hollow of the curve of my spine.
Bruise me with the tip-toe of your fingertips down my
shoulder blades this once,
so I'll remember you've danced the lines of my collarbones
when you're miles away.
You're too many miles away, my love.
Don't call me back, my throat's too raw, I won't get past
I need you here swallow your name in gasps. I need you here
to coax me through the ringing in my ears, shake the
stars from my eyes, ho
Sex.Sex.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going to actually have sex
And I'm going to be real good at it
Because I masturbate alot!
SexFlesh is the new styleSex9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so bare some skin honey
wear it out
like all the trends
that cost so much money
this ones almost free
the only cost being
the rest of your dignity
so be a whore
forget your humility
A whore to fashion
and you sold yourself
Flesh is the new style
so bare some skin
wear it out honey
like all the the other trendy sins
that cost so much money
remember this ones almost free
the only cost being
whatever is left of your dignity
Ah honey show a little more
you sold yourself
your such a trendy whore
Sex Ive got a bad feeling, its distinguishing my thoughts,Sex8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the matter is just:
Touch and go.
You want to have this need, but I feel the beat of rock music,
The Iron Maiden you keep locked behind that ribcage,
bus sexi am finding myselfbus sex8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a desperate urge
to run my fingers
up the back of your legs
to just under the edge
of your o' so short skirt
a reaction generally frowned upon
on public transit
funny how these inappropriate little ideas
find their way into my smile
The Routine of SexThe Ritual Of SexThe Routine of Sex9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
A few beers. A game of shots. It's a drug night, too. The smoke looks like dragons in your eyes. Burns like fire in your lungs. Hands. They're been there since the beginning. Helping you out of the car. Helping you to more beer. Helping you stumble back to the car hours afterward. Later, helping you out of your clothes.
But, you're not done yet, because you're not quite drunk enough. Not quite high enough. Not yet. Absthinance. Green burning in your brain. It makes you want to sing. Bellow out sad songs no one but you has ever heard. That's because you made them up. More smoke. Snaking it's pale existance in your atmosphere. Needles is where you draw the line. Doesn't stop you from getting wasted.
Finally it's time for hands to escort you to the car. You don't feel them anyway. Some motel room in the middle of no where. Some guy you picked up,
Sex as an IndustrySo here are my thoughts at this moment. I'm tired of the media, the market, and everything else, all of it pinpointing sex, and the male sex drive, as a weakness, and how they exploit this weakness in order to fulfill their own greed. I hate it. I hate how abundant it is. It's all over television, magazines, clothing doesn't help. Everyone buys into it.Sex as an Industry8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Then I think. This is probably how it's been for thousands of years. This is the ultimate prize. This is the deus ex machina to pleasure, the absolute ultimate and top end to all things good and everything is defined as such. Men have always sought women. Men will continue to seek women. Women are what drive us, what move us to be better.
But sex.. Sex seems to be completely apart from women. I mean, Women are definitely a component in sex, and definitely something to be considered. But really. When you watch a commercial about girls gone wild, watch a sex scene in a movie, see pornography... it's not about her. Or about them. It's abou
Sex and siliconLook at all those beautiful people.Sex and silicon8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There seems to be so many of them, huh?
Always on the TV, magazines: everywhere!
And so we are blind.
Look at the people around you:
WHY are we held to a vision that is nearly impossible to uphold?
Go to google images and type in anorexia or bulimia
Is this what you want the world to be?
Look up plastic surgery
Look at all those beautiful people
Not one of them is real.
WHY would someone risk death or major, expensive surgery
Just to be like those people on TV
Who are nothing
Nothing without their makeup and their silicon and their photo manipulated snap shots?
And its all YOUR fault
Why? Do you have a poster of a beautiful person somewhere?
Do you watch that TV show with all those gorgeous people having sex at every turn?
Then yes. It is your fault, a little bit.
We want to be sexy, you know:
All of us; girl, boy: everyone;
We want to be those wonderful people
That can have anyone
sexSex is awsome, sex is great.sex10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish they served sex on a plate.
Find a condom put it on.
Find a girl and get it on.
Sex IsI never knew feeling like a puzzle pieceSex Is9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was so good, on some Manhattan morning
It's still dark
And some mighty hand poured a pitcher of cream
Into the mold of a woman
The same curves, envy of sports cars and
The occasional expensive statuette
On the bed before me,
Naked and everything I
Want and want to be
My knees are a precise
Foot and four inches apart and still digging into
Flower-printed flannel bedsheets
My face would be in the pillow if
Your hands hadn't found my hair first
This is crudity, this is the essence of the word
Fucking, you're an obscene cowgirl and I'm
The Madonna of sweat and how it makes everything
So much hotter
We're a cinematic dogma, you'll
Draw a cry from me that can't be uttered
In corner coffee shops
[particularily ones with live jazz musicians in
ten dollar suits with million-dollar taste]
What do you hear
When our chest are pressed together
The same gasping for air, the same
Plea for life, life, living that
Sex Protest******Forewarning not for the closed minded******Sex Protest8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
A thought on sex and society today. Since when did it become wrong and immoral to satisfy man's most natural instinct? As far as scientist can tell, the only real purpose of life is survival. In order to survive two things must happen; evolution and reproduction. My focus here is on the latter. Since the beginning of time man has been putting his dick deep inside a pussy. it's how life works people. You and your morals would not be here without it. You were born naked in case you didn't know. If it weren't for religion government and social norms we would all be walking around naked when it's 100 degrees out rather than sweating our asses off. We would all be satisfying our romantic or merely physical urges whenever and where ever we pleased if it weren't for these norms that exist only because we came up with them. It is not wrong to feel and act sexy. It is not wrong to open your legs and enjoy what we were put here to do. If you don'
My Animal SexMy Animal Sex8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are a tiger
scratching and biting
I am an elephant
grey and tiring
With your red core
you are on fire
my black seeds
aren't meant to inspire
They ooze poison
they poison me
I am wretched and spiteful
I am a show pony
with tears in my throat
You are a stripper
with a pole of salt
And there are...
in my house tonight
Like speed freaks we leave them
behind to die
One last time
can I suck on you?
I've found that Melancholic Tigers
can easily bruise
With my red lines
and your pink tits
for your health
I would slit my wrists
But you're the best
we don't fuck now because
This is our sex
Sex GodI am the name upon your lipsSex God12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when there is lust in your heart.
I am the sweat caressing your brow and breasts as you look longingly upon male after male.
I am the primal thrust, the gentle kiss
rhythmic passion, and lust fulfillment.
Inhibitions are awakened, taboos broken
with each uncontrollable release of pleasure.
Say my name? No... no, there is no need
For I am Everyman... but not to every woman.
I shall leave no body part untouched
as I explore the nooks and crannies, dips and curves
of your wet, pleasure drenched temple.
I long to enter you,to be so close to you
that it becomes impossible to tell where you end and I begin.
To grind so deep that your cries of passion
permeates my very soul and sends us into an ocean of
wave after endless wave of climatic ecstasy.
And as we lay...hot, sweating, and spent.
I am the voice that asks you, "Now...what can I cook you for breakfast?"
--- Liquidd ---
There's no sex1There's no sex8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
As she walked through the hallway, growing closer and closer to the door that would lead to his untimely fate, she could hear the sounds of forbidden passion reverberating off the walls of the decadent corridor. Moans and screams of delight shook the chandeliers of the ceiling above her head. She knew exactly what she was about to walk in on, yet she did not hesitate as she opened the door to the Champagne Room.
The handle was cold beneath her supple flesh, the brass leaving its imprint on her palm as she gripped it tightly to open the door. Pausing to take a deep breath, the door swung open silently enticing her to enter. Noiselessly drawing the revolver from her purse, she raised the barrel. She gave a small cough to announce her presence and, with a devious smile, called "Oh, Sebastian."
SexSex8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Its a funny word.
The one that makes young children giggle and then as they grow older blush in the presence of adults.
It is the type of word to split the world in two.
The people who are comfortable.
And the people who arent.
My mother was always in the comfortable side.
Being able to talk about her sexual habits at the age or 9 showed that.
My sister was just the same.
My daily quiz on what a lesbian was and how to get an orgasm was always passed with flying colours by the age of 6.
Maybe thats why I became a nymphomaniac bi sexual!
The way others converse in a conversation about sex has always intrigued me.
I think the hardest thing for a parent is to explain the birds and the bees to their little darling.
The second is probably the do you have sex and how not to get pregnant talk.
School has become a great helping hand to my dismay in helping parents talk with their children.
I miss the days where every child
Abstract Sexyour lipsAbstract Sex9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a prism of taunts
teasing the tightrope
between lust and libido.
i am a slave to your
and sexual heresy
shifting dense through your fingertips
like an electric symphony,
of our provocative thievery.
this backseat sex binge
the lucid taste
of each penetration i find
to the beautiful time
of our midnight crime.
we drown in
as the pinnacle rises.
you h y p n o t i z e
of my erotic chemistry
[like alluring puppetry]
and mesmerize me effortlessly
into your pleasure
deep into slow motion--distorted celebrities
hiding from those curious