Sugar Daddy
I wish I was
the acid trip
on your tongue
in other words
I want to
blow your mind
so that you come
back to me
like a junkie
returns to their
dealer
for feel-good
poison potions
then I want
to pimp you
to the people
in my life
yet keep you
to myself
like a stolen
stash
of cash
which I will
launder on
garish
lavish
gifts
that I will
use to bribe you
into becoming
the bride of this
tapped-out tycoon
so please sign
my air tight
prenup
which clearly
stipulates
that you’ll never
strip me of my
sanity when
you go
Posts Tagged ‘Erotic themed poetry’
Poet: Ivan Jenson
Posted: June 23, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Angst in Relationship Poetry, Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Erotic themed poems, Erotic themed poetry, Insufferable Poems, Insufferable Poetry, Ivan Jenson, Poems by Ivan Jenson, Poet Ivan Jenson, Sugar Daddy Poems, Sugar Daddy Poetry
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Poet: Victor Clevenger
Posted: March 29, 2016 in Musing, Poetry, UncategorizedTags: BoySlut Magazine, dark poems, dark poetry, Erotic themed poems, Erotic themed poetry, Musing Poems, Musing Poetry, Poems by Viktor Clevenger, poems that a dark, Poet Viktor Clevenger, Poetry by Viktor Clevenger, poetry that is dark, Self-poems, Self-poetry, Viktor Clevenger
He’s 23 and I’m Slightly Psychotic
deep
down
i have desires
to invite him over for a candlelight dinner
and slap him across his mouth with my
hand.
i want to tie him to a chair with my scarf,
as my teeth
sink deep into each silken knot.
i’ll snug them tight, until he fully understands
the truth about my head
and my heart:
my head and my heart are long distance lovers.
my head and my heart both pound.
my head and my heart are the new age terrorists.
my head and my heart spin ‘round.
and after he hears all about me
i will set him free and give him the
opportunity to choose:
number 1) handjobs as we listen to the
kansas city symphony, or number 2) make fresh
vegetable soup and biscuits, or lastly
number 3) run away.
and by morning light, i hope he has chosen them
all in
progression.
Blindfolded, Stoned, and Fingering Her
Eventually I found
the perfect touch,
which created the
moment,
that she still brags
about
when we
get intoxicated
on the
good ol’ days.
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