(content) Fantasy
#1
Only lust devoured you inside my aching head,
savage man beast from the swamp.
You like good music, clothes and food,
smoke marijuana, read Tolstoy,
but for what my loins demand is not a want but need
you are unintelligent. Just your cock engages me,
lengthening at touch's voice. Your torso is covered
in mud, hair and nipples breaking through.
I swallow you whole on the dirty wet bank as,
learning language suddenly, roaring at the distant sun
in notes of confused ecstacy, all pleasure gathered
at your groin, you fill my throat like a vase.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
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#2
the last line is epic Hysterical
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#3
Very open and descriptive Jack, you're selection and deployment of words is right up there with the best, cheers Smile
Oh what a wicket web we weave!
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#4
Thanks for the comments, guysSmile I knew you'd get a chuckle out of this, BilboDodgy
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
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#5
hehe, you have some good phrases,
while i saw the serious side, i enjoy making the lighter side work. seeing the funny side of tragedy if you will. Big Grin
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#6
Well I wouldn't call this poem a tragedy (though my sex life does meet the genre's requirementsHysterical), so I'm glad you saw the funny sideSmile
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
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