cool, welcome lintu26.

New Title:

Title #6:

Raunch.

sorry my tping sucks and those are on the spot but thanks for killing the block.
bye loves
lintu

Raunch.

Bloodshot eyes, wet lips and bewildered breaths,
In disguise these fierce hands revolt, right and left,
A cut or two, and pill and a smile, the night is yet still young,
With thrusts and a thirst for more, it has only just begun.

The smell of liquor and sex coats the walls and the floors,
The raunch and the screams, pleads for more and more,
The slapping of skin and the curving of spines,
The sky, midnight blue, the naked stand ready, all in line.

"Should I take of the gimp mask? Lets make love tonight",
"Just shut up and fuck me, lick me and bite!",
The walls shake and the floors bang like drums,
Eyes become sore, legs and arms become numb.

The night comes to an end, the silence looms once more,
The mask and the handcuffs lay on the floor,
Forgotten romance and a quick fuck for some,
The weekend raunch of this place makes everyone come.

Staunch as a staple food group is raunch
to the muse of some, whose life
ebbs in the gutters so regal and rare
where men with no manners dare
to take action in the name of a revel
for the true satisfaction of demon and devil.
Wanton, lascivious, filled with the lusts
of the flesh that like winds blown into gusts
cheats desire ignited with fires of liars
whose choirs are mires of shadow and pitch
lost in the dark in the deep swampy ditch.
Raunch is a fellow whose waste-size is large
sold on a freighter, bought by a barge,
whose bold taste persuades shot by shot,
whose cold calculations add till their hot,
whose wild ejaculations matriculate snot.
Whisper loves-me-loves-me-not into whore's ears,
dial pornographic phone numbers to point your spears,
shoot down the sheriffs whose stars nightly shine
while you wile away hours on cheap-talk and wine.
Dine with the best of intentional deceptions
as the battle of wills is fought in many dimensions.
Dabble with pentagrams, duel with angels;
snort dozens of grams, deal double with devils.
Confusion thou hast made thy masterpiece,
amid this raunch-ridden world.
And I dare not stand here at ease
whilst thy garish harlot’s flags are unfurled.

yeeeeeeeee.............

not to butt in but is raunch the title of the poems this week? i'm only a lil lost
bye loves

Yuppers, "Raunch" is the title for this weeks poems!

affirmative... thanks firewall.

hmm much thanks

You don't have to keep on applying the tag to each line.


Well, I liked this one, anyway. Granted it's an abomination against logic, but I thought the sounds were fun.

Decided to force myself to write something in about five minutes (it actually took more like fifteen, but eh), and came up with;

Most sins come of honesty;
Pride is the honesty of self viewing self
And Greed is the honesty of one's intentions.
Wrath is the honesty of reactions
For no one was who happily turned the other cheek.
Then lust is the honesty of the body
Taken in equal parts wickedness and courage
To be able to abandon the pretense
The illusions that wedding bells bring:
Never from such as these came happiness
Not for us, then, society's deception
Abandoned, the convenient lies shall be broken;
And the only truth, then, is this;
A tangle of our bodies, a night of heat,
A sin of lust and raunch;
Twisted by affection, into true romance.

Can you smell it?
As they walk by,
we have found one,
that has been killed by life.
So happy in their lifestyle,
So afraid of change
They freeze in time
Their blood stops flowing
Their heart stops,
watch them fall apart
And all decaying,
can be hid by plastic surgery
Stuck in a time period
when they were at their best
why are those who are already dead
so afraid of death?

Good deal.


New Title.

Title #7: Trust My Luck.

the strangest things happen
to the most normal people
on the oddest night
when the moon shines bright

the sky is clear
a star filled sky
i can feel your breathe on my neck
as you take me in your arms

words like a knife to my throat
confusion falling out my mouth
my skin tingles to you touch
trust my luck

its a cresent moon tonite
a perfect midnite skythe stars are so bright
your hands in mine
i am lost in your eyes

the stars began to fade.
asa we watch the sunrise
you rush me home because you know
my boyfriend will worry.

yay!

is yoyr dude runnin with scissors? ok dumb question.

Trust My Luck.

I saw you laying there, your legs apart,
Clutching your breasts, and speaking your heart,
I walked over to you, ready to fuck,
"No thanks" you said, Trust my luck.

I saw you standing there, your smile so wide,
Head in the air, showing so much pride,
"I'll bite the bullet and ask her out on the town",
Trust my luck, It was a guy in an evening gown.

I saw you sitting there, across the crowded room,
Your eyes seemed sad, full of upset and gloom,
"Are you alright?" I asked deep and slow,
Trust my luck, It was a scale model of The Crow.

Time to give up this dating game for good,
It hurts my head and boils my blood,
I'll inflate you tonight and party until sunrise,
Trust my luck, she's got a puncture on her thigh.

I really like it I don't know how to better express my compliment but I thought it was cute because it was so ironic.