Current poems in progress...

pop on my man-cock there's a dear
have no fear
you little Q****
who's oh so keen
to take it deep
are you quite sure?
you ain't so pure
man's a man & someone ain't.takes a mindful taint,how's the deniel while'

Cunning linguists
and their twisted fuckery
Making a mockery
of all that is good
Perverting meaning
The silences screaming
Throughout all the reaming
minds flooded from wet dreamng
Dreaming of true love
For in life comes twists
being a virgin comes mockery
And, through truth we find the whitest dove
The truest of all Love
And, by this Evil we extinguish

dreaming*

Intensely sexual
Rated X
Private pleasures
Explicit sex
turned upside down its all the same
didn't you say this was just a game?
So many rules
Yet all unheeded
A little pain
Is all you needed.
I saw you moving on the floor
Your audience all wanting more
Were lining up with wicked grins
The dancing stops, the fun begins.

Adam, that generic man
knew that something was amiss
satisfaction, wrought by his own hand
fell short of his disired bliss
so, God granted him a mate
worthy of his station
and made him victim of his fate
six thousand years of sexual fraustration