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A woman who lived in Nontocket
Latex lockets kept in back pockets
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There once was a man from Nentecket
Bent his pecker like Beckham he wrecked it
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My heart skips a beat
As lips meet then part
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"A coward I asked whether at sex I had sucked?"
So we fucked and then showered.
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Blushing, I glanced at neckline outlined by necklace;
neck kissed by gems twisting long curves of breasts brushing.
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Who is the hot babe in the taut pink top?
Stopped traffic, caught shopping, she bought new shoes.
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some day it will be ramon lying on the ground
then I will be through being scared
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You should either grow up and start acting like a member of the AP community or shut up and let the rest of us members remain ignorant of your stupidity.
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Made unleavened bread from ashes of bones
By kiss I’m betrayed Abyss I am fed
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sinning saintly in shadow/ only I was so cold
in night's loving embrace
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hes ruined poor lucy/ but i still reach climax/ in time for the credits/ i go to work in one hour/gyrating topless
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If Lewis C lived in Nantucket
His moans ruckus racket; a rucket
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i masturbate watching old reruns/eating horrid lean cuisine/i prefer i love lucy
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by hunyadijanos
88 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 7 10:29 PM 2005
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“I am sorry dear child. I am more evil than men. I have come to consume and devour."
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by hunyadijanos
145 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 7 8:57 PM 2005
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Vampy'res drink and consume to be filled
Nature evolving I'm drunk to be spilled
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impact of words was seducing the child
all poets muses use poses on cue
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Sip from the fabledgrail oh those with chastepurelips From other cups my lips impure now sanctified
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How come I talk to myself so much?
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When not if, we'll meet again./How long is when,/ and how long till then?/ Yet, nothing else matters.
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I wish sex were more than two people grunting. Sadly humanity is two pigs fucking waiting to be slaughtered.
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Now I'm simply a dick
you are simply a cunt
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Fingers fumbling on buttons
She unclasped my bra
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confession her nipples delighting
resting finger tips lightly on breasts
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This poem is an attempt to show a hidden world in poetry. Sometimes a good poem hides more things than it reveals.
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To all those who feed on children a toast I proclaim may you drink your own filth then choke and die.
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I want violent passion. I want final communion. I want absolution. Mostly I want death and dissolution.
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Of foolish metaphors – “Fall in love” takes the cake
Of course love’s decision – might bring dark remorsing
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Of foolish metaphors “We fall in love”
Appalling accident offends us all
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