College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

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This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale 

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This Pirate is an old wives’ tale

Passed on by sorority sisters these days

Mythical pleasure & infatuation –

Fluttering love; let them count the ways

World renowned for his nautical exploits

But not true they were all naughty

Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for

That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

I’m Not Trying To Change The World

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I’m not trying to change the world
I mean to merely paint some beauty
I don’t want an androgynous woman
I want a true lady to challenge me
To take me out of my comfort zones
To love me even when I’m senile
I desire a passion to overtake my breath
To die with an erection & a smile

It’s Sheer Physics, Really

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It’s sheer physics, really
The fact that I would love you
The aesthetics & poetics
My heart could only beat this true
It’s not a surprise, really
I’m fascinated with your quintessence
Devotion & adoration
You’ve caused this tumescence

I’m Not A Fancy Poet

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I’m not a fancy poet
I don’t have a soul patch nor a beret
Within the confines of each breath
Trying to create a literary bouquet
I merely write how I feel
Without thought to how I’m perceived
No time for such arbitrary notions
True to myself, I know I’ve achieved

These Pages Hide Secrets

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These pages hide secrets
Our souls buried deep down
Merely spread ink upon the white
Without expectation of any renown
Stay humble & true to your soul
Let your honest heart be your guide
Close your eyes & forget the masses
For clarity is needed; wrapped by our side

We Can Choose To Be Who We Wish

We can choose to be who we wish
Or we can try to be something we’re not
But the Earth keeps spinning around
Illusion or otherwise, this one’s gonna be hot
But I want to be something a little more real
To live authentically in spite of society’s pressure
I will not be goaded into buying demeaning products
I’ll remain true & gentlemanly as I stay a dapper dresser

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