Poem: Out of Control

<WARNING – this is very sexual and raw. You have been warned. Done in the style of a RAP – it speaks of the raw sexual energy that can sometimes drive us to want the craziest things!)

what do i see
moving before me
a vision of beauty
with the sweetest booty

come on baby
let me take ya home
we'll skip the small talk
as I rip off your clothes

I wanna knock ya down
and then just fuck ya up
take ya hard as I can
and then just knock ya up

I wanna know ya
in the physical way
I wanna get ya naked
in a pleasing way

no need to talk
i wanna hear ya groan
i wanna hear ya screaming
as i feed ya my bone

raging hormones
racing through my brain
waves of testosterone
tell me i gotta play

I wanna knock ya down
and then just fuck ya up
take ya hard as I can
and then just knock ya up

i see your body
i see it moving
i see all the pieces
i wanna get juicy

come on baby
let me take ya home
we'll skip the small talk
as you rip off my clothes

you can use me
anyway you want
i'll do whatever ya say
as long as I can stay

ya wanna knock me down
and then just fuck me up
take me hard as you can
as we just knock ya up

there is beauty
in being a pair
of just being lovers
who have so much to share

give me heaven
in your sweet embrace
i'll teach you submission
as your new commission

I wanna knock ya down
and then just fuck ya up
take ya hard as I can
and then just knock ya up


Poem: Priestess

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #18.

old and worn and washed away
no one wants to stop and play
here i stand beneath your steps
hoping that you’ll call me next

you take them home poor and tired
make them feel like they’re desired
whispers songs made just for them
send them smiling out again

i would stay here all the day
settle here and watch you pray
the way you move on your knees
the way your heart knows to please

show me how to use my lips
where to place my fingertips
let me offer up my prayer
in this scared rite we share

you do not judge or condemn
guide me so i fit right in
show me where to place my head
take me where I should be led

listen as my heart beats fast
breathing turns into a gasp
holy grotto for me need
accept my gift hear me plead

and then when we both are done
let us linger one to one
in the tingle that has come
burning warmer than the sun

only you make me feel right
only you bring such delight
you make me beg just to stay
gently send me on my way

you have other prayers to teach
other lessons left to preach
none can have you just for them
you free them all from their sin


Poem: Ostracized

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #17…)

membership
has privilege
embedded
bestowed
by right
and by birth

tribe and clan
i have neither
no history
or songs to sing
with soaring pride

here
away from
any touch
here
on the edge
in silence
i brood
contemplate
survive

shunned
shamed
and blamed
disavowed
disowned

do not think
that i
have lessons
to be learned
from you
do not think
that your
small gifts
of stringed
benefice
are desired

i have seen you
studied your rules
of belonging
and engagement
your civilized
codified covenant
offers nothing
no leisure to be
unbranded
unbound
free range

i would not
trade my soul
choose your
mindless herd
over the
lonely autonomy
of my thoughts

membership has
a price
i cannot pay.


Poem: #16

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #16…)

numbers have magic
all on there own
each year marking
another open door
sixteen is special
no longer a child
no longer so young
still lacking wisdom
and looking for fun

slow down
there’s time
no need to rush
the truth is sixteen
is still near the start
there will be plenty of time
to start breaking your heart.


Poem: Ninny

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #15…)

I stand alone
on this rocky path
that only I can see

I see things
none else in the world
have ever seen or dreamt

I hear voices
singing sweetly
all the unwritten songs

I share words
hiding arcane wisdom
that can never be understood

you mock me
call me simple fool
but you are so very wrong

I am not simple
and never will be
no matter how you cut me.


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