Adult

Gamblin’ Man

This poem refused to remain in the journal, so I posted in on All-poetry. Now, it wants a feature on my blog. Jeez, it’s pushy. Also, adult in nature, just be prepared for the ride. Gamblin’ man rode me oncenever let go,even the dice ‘caus he just newLucky 7’s would come when he did.

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It’s All in the Breath

This poem was written for The Art of Seduction Radio Show based on the artwork of Sekhar Roy. It is an adult poem so please read at your own discretion. “It’s all in the breath,”he teases with his tube,a slight smile and a pinchbrings a higher pitch,but he’s unsure ifshe can handle it. “Move your […]

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Confucist Cockscomb

This poem had a lot of heart and potential, but deserved more attention, so I decided to rework it with the help of a friend and post it again. I hope you find the message even more powerful and the lines more impactful than before. Cheers. I sat crampedcrowded among the cloudsconnecting countries,collecting highway stampslike […]

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The Bleakest Bordeaux

This poem is written for the Late Night Poets June 25th Into the Darkness Radio Show. This is an adult show, so be forewarned this poem contains adult themes.They will be recreating an old horror radio show-style atmosphere, so I recorded the poem. My first voice recording, so I thought I’d repost this so you […]

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Fibbing Friday-May 21st

Happy Friday Friends! This week, I couldn’t resist the Fibbing Friday topic of finding new products to match familiar advertising slogans this week. As always, the goal is to steer clear of the truth and entertain. Not sure I nailed the family-friendly aspect, but I think these combo’s are real winners. Enjoy!

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In The Sea

Playing in the peeling waves,young knaves,garlands from the maypolerippling round their heads,the freshest flowers of springbobbing up and downin the icy sound’s bed. Feet spread,playing in the party wavesnobody behaves,her titties tidal slaves,a-frame crashers,sets and heartbeatspounding faster,but for now, it’s playfulankle slappers. Playing in the racy waveseach man’s his own sloop,buoyancy’s slaves,groins in the greenroomof […]

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Spring Tease

Spring tease,she takes out her feathery bloomswisps them across our nosesand we’re dancing to her tune,taking off our pants before June. Spring fling,just a wild weekend of weatherand watery blossoms, beautiful bosoms,her touch is honeyed heather, andwe are a garland for each other. Spring tease,sunshine squeezes out disease,and the crackling snow fell overnightcuring us all […]

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A Darker Shade of Black

This piece is my response to today’s Flashback Track, A Whiter Shade of Pale. Join me in penning a piece that brings out a new shade. The heaviness of CJ’s outfit matches the darkness of her soul. Jet black bangs hang too far in front of her face. Her rants shine brighter in pitch blackness. […]

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The Bad News

My fingers black and blue,flipping pages, scanning sections,trying to hide these…corrections. Hearting your headlines,rereading a line, chuckling time,is flirting with a person’s print a crime? Your column is bad, bad news,I’m breaking publication rulessearching for a journalistic muse. You’ve captioned my mind.I can be your byline on the side,put me in your classifieds. I’ve got […]

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