Swallow

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I circled the carpark
You still werent there
nothing I did seemed
to make you appear.

You followed that girl
the long red hair
and legs up to her tits!
You havent come back
its cold and you've probably
planted your dick by now!

I'm freezing in this old
car, no heater, the least
you could fucking do
is tell me where you are?
No answer to your phone...

Just dont bring that ho
home. Remember last time?
If you do,
she swallows this time,
not me...

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Starward's picture

So painfully accurate

This is so painfully accurate and depicts an experience all too universal and prevalent among people.


Enjoy effulgent days and exquisite nights.

Januarian

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9inety's picture

we all have

stuff
some good stuff
some really bad stuff
I like it when we get to tell
the collective "them"
"to stuff it!"
you keep telling them
And if you need any
I got plenty of stuff you can use...
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/folder/909599
thanks for the comment
on
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/935839
Peace
Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

SSmoothie's picture

wow is this for real??? you

wow is this for real??? you just keep me on my toes i love the way you write its good yet it irks me too!!! great write! cheers SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

mellow's picture

pretty awsome

pretty awsome

Moonshadow's picture

Thank you!

I'm glad you enjoyed it, I will definately be looking to see what you have!


Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow

mellow's picture

it's like looking right into

it's like looking right into a girls numb soul - sends shivers down my spine.

allets's picture

Dick Planting

I must say, I did not expect to find such an awesome image today ~~A~~


 

 

nightlight1220's picture

HAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, you tickle

HAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, you tickle me... 

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "