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That lubed up neck always twitches;
Mirror steaming in a flush of smoke,
And he watches, heart in stitches.
A gifted man - the door lacks hinges,
Throat bile is rising: about to choke,
That lubed up neck always twitches.
Poor man, rich man, basking in riches -
Spirit aflame from the spell of a stroke,
And he watches, heart in stitches.
Feel the drum of pumps that bewitches,
Bathtub dying to inhale all that soak,
That lubed up neck always twitches.
Pained from stopping urges, itches,
Only a step away from the person he broke,
And he watches, heart in stitches.
Observe usurping of fluid, in the ditches,
For the sex incantation must he now invoke!
That lubed up neck always twitches;
And he watches, heart in stitches.
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𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔒𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞
Both witty and vulgar (and not in a bad way) in diction; pretty forward, but has that great element of "showing, not telling."
Awesome work!
Thank you for the feedback, I truly appreciate it!! I've read the poems you published and they are absolutely lovely, brimming with imagery. I'll be sure to keep an eye on your blog :)
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No problem, and thanks! <3
I'll try to post more poems there; I'm planning for my blog to be more blurbs about my daily life too, or some thoughts about music, or my favorite game. XD
by 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔒𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞; ; Report