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sannine

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

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cunnilingus, erotic poetry, glut of smut, lebanon, misfit clit, oral sex, poem, sannine, sonnet

“Damn. Lost in a forest with Pan.” That’s what

my big splashy mouth on your misfit clit,

 

nihilist cunt, felt like, you grunt: “Glut of smut.”

For hours I devoured; leaving you unfit

 

to drive. Your car slowed on the mountain road

while your son slept in the backseat. “Pregnant

 

and in middle school?” Even your scowl glowed.

“Homeless a month later.” With your silent

 

O and shayla undone you act as if

no one in Lebanon had ever been

 

finger fuck’d before. The divine appear

at odd times; parked on the side of a cliff

 

near Mount Sannine it spoke through you. No sin

or remorse; just faith found in your cum smear.

][][

Notes:

Shayla is a long, rectangular scarf popular with women in the Gulf region. It’s wrapped around the head and pinned in place at the shoulders. Mount Sannine is the highest peak in Lebanon.

glimmer

23 Wednesday Sep 2020

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anal sex, conversations with imaginary sisters, cunnilingus, cunt cum-drenched bald, erotic poetry, fuckdoll jane, glimmer, more than just spilled ink, poem, sonnet

Darkest night drawn to flesh, to forbidden
curves. You’re why I returned after your mom

banished me. Venus bitter sweet. “Christian
women don’t do that,”
she said. Napalm

burns less than those words. “She won’t but I will.”
It’s why we’re both tensed, two bodies impaled

as one. Kisses that end in gasps. The thrill
of tough tongue lashes as you came, you wailed,

“For all that’s holy, harder!” Tongue to salve pain,
to salve darker things. My gnawing between

your hips. “Horny little demon,” she called
you. Ay, there’s the rub. “I’m your Fuckdoll Jane.”

You are while your mom works. We dream obscene.
My cock all glimmer. Your cunt cum-drenched bald.

1992

22 Tuesday Sep 2020

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Bela Lugosi's Dead, Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie, dorm room sex, erotic poetry, poem, sonnet, Susan Sarandon, the hunger, threesome, vampire porno

We ran through the snow; from the video
store to your dorm room, with The Hunger in

our hands. You called it a vampire porno.
My friend, “Baby Phat,” you said, called it sin

divine. She lay between us on your bed
as the film played. By the time Sarandon

had gorged on Deneuve’s blood, her rounded red
nails were in your panties and her tampon

dangled from my teeth. You’d said you didn’t
like girls. “Not like that.” Apparently “that”

didn’t include girl-cum as you sucked deep
on her lips. You’ll wake tomorrow, your cunt

needing more, and find me hard, Baby Phat
wet; we two craving you, even in sleep.
][][
Notes:
The Hunger is a 1982 erotic horror movie, directed by Tony Scott and staring Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie and Susan Sarandon. Among other things it features Peter Murphy in a cage while Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” plays on the soundtrack.

urgent

21 Monday Sep 2020

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chaos gone urgent, cunnilingus, David Bowie, erotic poetry, glint, more than just spilled ink, poem, prince, sonnet, urgent

Being dead you spoke Latin, as all dead
people do. You talked of, “ligurio,”

eating your full by licking up. You said
that your, “landica,” needed a kiss. “Go

south, child,” teacher taught. Your clit mewled, snuffled
the scents on my hand. Being friends it crawled

from its shell to kiss me. I love jeweled
queens that glint cum with joy. Back then you sprawled

with your south mouth gaped. Back when Bowie, Prince
and you were still alive. Now you speak words I fear

are hard to translate; still, your dead girl’s cunt
still tastes divine. You know I love you since

we share your darkness, my light. I’m still here;
my tongue in your cunt. Chaos gone urgent.
][][
Note:
According to J.N. Adams (The Latin Sexual Vocabulary, 1982), the ancient Latin verb, “ligurio,” meant, “to eat something by licking it up,” and was used when referring to cunnilingus and oral sex. “Landica,” was the term used to describe the clitoris; however, it was considered such an obscene word that even Cicero was embarrassed to use it and simply mentioned that there was a word but refused to mention what it was.

urge

17 Thursday Sep 2020

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erotic poetry, even your mom wants some, hijab, incest, more than just spilled ink, sarong, sloppy with grease, sonnet, urge

You said that you’d be prepared if I told
you to wear it all day. Now, with sarong

hiked up to your hips and your panties rolled
down I gaze at your cheeks and those ping-pong

sized plugs in-between. There were four of them
that you greased and slid in, ’til just the cord

peeked out. Of course my sister will condemn
this too; but it’s your uncle’s urge that cured

you of boredom. Your hijab prim. Slowly
I pull the cord. Slowly pearl beads emerge.

We gasp. We groan. We go sloppy with grease.
Inch by inch my cock fills you completely

until even your mom wants some. This urge
is just that. I have no sister, no niece.

splurges

16 Wednesday Sep 2020

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erotic poetry, like Brigitte Bardot, lust is hard, more than spilled ink, poem, sonnet, splurges, submarine fuck-pad, worth these wages

They say virtue is its own reward. No.
Champagne tastes on beer budgets is a sin.

After all, if Brigitte Bardot can throw
orgies in her submarine fuck-pad then

so should I. I just need a submarine,
lots of love slaves and a sugar daddy

billionaire willing to make my obscene
dream real. Is that asking too much? Maybe

you think that I’m lowbrow since I value
both lust and the free market. Lust is hard

work, one worth these wages. If undersea
splurges are a special kind of virtue,

then maelstrom sex must be its own reward.
Let’s try it. We’ll cum with gale-force fury.

hook

14 Monday Sep 2020

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divine thrill, erotic poetry, faroe islands, knocking boots, more than just spilled ink, sex cam, shaking stones, sonnet, spambot

Sad sex magic with hell-cam and dildo.
“Meet me half way,” you say; which, on a map,

would be the North Atlantic. The Faroe
Islands, say? Yo, sex on a sno-flo. Icecap

smut and perpetual twilight. Lately,
though, I feel off. Few hold my interest. You

do, with your goat legs and horns, ungodly
lusts, love of old school hip hop. True, I knew

why we would never meet. I didn’t miss
that hell is a dating app on our phones.

Spambots hook up more often than us. Still,
even an icebound island can be bliss

with you on it knocking boots, shaking stones,
wanting more than a sex-cam’s divine thrill.

bratz

12 Saturday Sep 2020

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bratz bra, erotic poetry, Hello Kitty panties, lilith now and forever, Love shall make us a threesome, mot hyt be, poem, sonnet, Y-fronts

Sister, tease me with a, “mot hyt be,” please.
Brother, now you, “amen.” I’ll take you both.

Plump, ripe fruit. Plowed fields. Prelude to orgies,
to feasts, to harvest. A hint of the oath

that I took to befoul Chosen Ones, lead
the Star Children to sin; which, for you two,

will be in my bedroom stoned while we read
Byron’s Manfred, snog and giggle. This, too,

is an After School special. These misfit
pleasures. This wolfish love of ewes and rams.

Come. I’ll guide you through cum-fueled odysseys.
There’s a far shore where you’ll learn to submit.

I’ll fill you with myth: Eve’s Bratz bra, Adam’s
Y-fronts, Lilith’s Hello Kitty panties.

][][

Notes:
I’ve never understood why Neopagans began using the Freemason’s, “So mote it be,” to end their prayers with, but they do. “Mot hyt be,” is the original spelling, taken from the Regius Manuscript. Snog is British slang for sloppy kissing. According to Sigmund Freud, out of all the underwear in the world, the diaper-rash whitey-tighty Y-fronts symbolize discomfort and awkwardness in the male psyche. Of course Adam wore them.

tower

08 Tuesday Sep 2020

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chaos, erotic poetry, gape your grin, hip your lips, more than spilled ink, riot smoldering, sonnet, tower

Chaos. I can feel the howl of your blood
calling me home. You’re slung low in my guts

the way gods cradle a newly minted
mortal. Kiss me and know just how riots

smolder, vexed by their own fire. Chaos feels
nothing like that, being form and formless,

like blood, like cum. Spread your lips wide, ordeals
of the soul require a gaped grin. Transgress

with blood-honey dripping legs. Carnivore
your needs. Betray your paths. You know I will

follow you anywhere. Your rosebud, gaped
O wrapped around a stone tower. Sink core

deep. That’s my Chaos to you; deformed thrill,
gnarled and scintillating, passion misshaped.

succubae

06 Sunday Sep 2020

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Babylon, brutal kiss, erotic poetry, more than just spilled ink, recluse, seduce a sex demon, sonnet, succubae, succubus

Why do it alone? Eyes wide in the dark
at your curled shape sharing this bed. Hell spawn,

they claimed, with hints of goat legs, Lilith’s mark,
sick dreads. You’re Rastafari’s Babylon

in ways I can’t. What do succubae dream
of when they dream? I’m uncouth, so perhaps

how my love bites woo’d you? How the obscene
salt in my skin called you mine? What mishaps

drove us together? We dream of claiming;
my scent spilled inside you, every brutal

kiss, each time we say mine. Try and seduce
a sex demon. It’s not an easy thing …

even with dreads. You were unlovable,
you claimed. I was just a sex-starved recluse.

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