Locked and extended
She's got me expended
A hitch so splendid
Her chassis, rear-ended
Forty-six chromosome pile up with zero survivors
Oh the humanity avoided by these two drivers
Swerving and dashing, pumping each other on breaks
Even though traffic keeps growing due to other people's mistakes
A dynamic duo racing the race straight to the finish
Their fuel tanks slowly emptying but their love will never diminish
What a strange time indeed when our every communicable need
Is at but a touch of a button, a notion, a gumption.
The will to reach out only inches away, but still can’t seem to make our fingers obey.
Too busy for this and so sick of that, just ghosts among the living while our friendships fall flat.
Instant gratification at instant messenger speeds, but who’s got the time for your frivolous needs?
A chit for a chat, look at her tits and his tats! Peers desperately peeking through thin plastic slats.
Introversion is in and to be social is just media, too bad we can’t learn how to cope from Wikipedia.
We say we want company an
On the matter at hand, I must confess
Gently I'd like to ruffle your dress
And to tender you a firm hardness
Within your slick and cozy, deepest recess
Like the soft scaly crawl of a snake, I'd caress
I'd scratch and I'd claw with the finest finesse
Ripping and tearing while our bodies compress
Steaming and pumping like the Cannonball Express
Our skin pouring sweat, our scents coalesce
The passions inside explode in a mess
We rinse and repeat this ritual process
Until our corporal husks are beyond our fitness
Screams of ecstasy fill the air and unto you I impress
How much I've enjoyed your company, dearest mistress
A sit over here, a squat under that
“Hello my dear!” I say with a tip of my hat
In what arrangement shall we mess the furniture about?
A hoot we’ll have, there is no doubt
Swing sets and chairs, legs spread and seats sway
You are easily the best and most comfortable lay
Queen sized but ageless as a beautiful princess
A break from this trial of the mundane and let’s adjourn in your recess!
Oh to snort your scent and taste your drip in the back of my throat
I’ll hold you under my tongue until the come up makes me float
Neurons firing on all cylinders, revving your motor until she purrs
Visions in neon and faerie veils obscuring all that occurs
Unfurl thy curtains and be drenched in utter delight
Vivid memories fabricated upon the silken thread counts we ignite
Sheets upon sheets, stacks of paper for the annals
Our passions heated when our dough is kneaded, too hot for our flannels
Stitch this glitch and I’ll fill your niche with a vulpis display
Lay down your line and I’ll feast and dine on your lepori
Dine and dash, avoid the crash
Markets and men are at it again
Religion and retardation, a timeless tradition
The marriage of many in eternal submission
Cattle cries and sheepish surmise give fuel to the lies
Everything is worse than it seems when the infrastructure is built upon steel beams
Strong are those that choose to oppose
With our deviant smiles as we’re damned at our trials
When we aren’t making cents, they jack up the rents
And put us away when we don’t pay
True madness we’ve achieved if our slavers aren’t relieved
Madness sold at a dime squared,
momentary relief when we make ourselves impaired.
A drip, a drop, another in the bucket.
Soon the well will be all dry and our unmaker will be a rocket.
Despite the warden’s best efforts we still find a way.
A path through the flames and wrath, we stay giddy and gay.
A figment or a fragment, no matter too large or small.
A blink of an eye can swallow the sky and pitch them all a great fall.
You are the glimmer, the shine that elevates my soul.
Without you my dear, I positively fear, the universe would be too dull.
Ebb and flow, a pale moon’s glow coming from your skin.
Tell and show, steadily I grow hungry for some sin.
Your sexy attire makes me go haywire, spiraling into a tailspin.
Whisper me a desire that will fuel all this fire and invite me to cum in.
I started a poem that didn’t seem worthy, so I erased it from memory, deleted completely. This one began in a much better way. It’s got a damned good hook on it to make the reader stay. It tells of some characters that were born and then destroyed. It shows how their creator showed wrath when annoyed. It has all the elements of a great epic or one of Bill’s plays but it also shares likeness with one of those department store displays. You know the ones where you’re getting a deal? Spend enough money and you’ll get a free meal! How did these words wander so far, betwixt my goodly examples showing my fine r
Strolling along on a two legged sugar trolly
Singing a song about another pretty dolly
Hair in the wind, looking better than ever
Ne’er chagrined, she’ll be beautiful for forever
Her heart is in the right place and her mind is in the wrong
Her art gives a good chase and you’ll wind up being caught before long
She will corrupt even the purest soul
Free until you find yourself longing her control
Hips sway to and fro framed perfectly in view
Lips say “Hello” and blow a delicious kiss to you
Some might say it’s a vulgar display of sinful lust
Never dismay of her arousing bouquet that leaves the mind