Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
erotic
Sip brown colored fire water, intoxicated by blind musicians. Howling in syncopation, rhythm produced by bucking hips, musty and natural. Backroom phantoms move under covers. Moans make strange music inside the ears of voyeurs, who look and touch themselves.. Vicarious soul claps stolen from the badlands, killing fields, ghettos.
Smile a Louis Armstrong smile....
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Kingqadardwon' says: Waaaaaan.. Shout out to the crescent city.. Great write my brother.. That's my stomping grounds... I'm a New Orleanian also.. |
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coalhouse says: N.O. is my adopted town. I love the vibe, |
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Woven says: Great word choice, you draw your reader directly into this gritty jazz vibe. Enjoyed! |
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Coalhouse says: Humble thanks, just putting it down how I feel it.. |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Nice flow! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
ContactBrush against me Graze my feelings with your fingertips Nervous tension crackles across my skin Goose bumps form in one direction Pointing towards your charisma Touch me Don't make me say it Begging for your body inside my head Begging for the tender weight of your touch inside my head Feed my need for skin diving contact....  |
Fire Liquid DesireFire Liquid Desire Melting point reached in minutes Hot to the touch Thoughts sizzle and burn through paper thin pretention Heat generating radiating from eyes soft cries of passion thickens the air Horny humidity I want her heat Fire Liquid Desire... |
Freaky BalletWe unwrapped each other like discrete gifts Inspecting private goods naked buffet for starving eyes Devouring each others fleshly thoughts Naughty and nasty She swallowed my guilt whole I fed fellatio to her inner woman moaning moving in our own time Freaky ballet...... |
SprinkleSprinkle me Party favor for one Savory and sweet Sprinkle me in your never regions Between your Knee and navel Just a dab will do Sprinkle me on your wrists Behind your ears Let me be Chanel No. 9 Fo yo mind Damn she fine...... |
MysticismTo and Fro she waves her magic wand my inhibition disappears half smirk half smile magician I want her She vanished right before my eyes sleight of hand parlor tricks in a four walled room, supernatural Hoochie Coochie for one... |
Confectionary DelightCandy colored fingernails.. Whats your name... Can I go with you... Sweet confection trying to make a connection Can I go with you... Creme Brulee' in my Cafe Ole' Stir it up.. Stir it up... Steaming cup of satisfaction... Can I go with you... Slim Goodie going places I got bus fare to get to your world... Fruit flavored feelings.. Mangos and Papaya on the tip of my tongue gimme some sugar.. |
Juke Joint bluesShe was naturally thick She made me trick She knows what she did to me... Dumping dollars like a ATM She knows what she did to me.. Lace Nighties and Negligees' after midnight Shake dancing on motel beds Turned out by a beautiful stranger Sweet talking a Diabetic She knows what she did to me Convulsing and trembling on that thang Love junkie jonsin' and moanin' I know what she did to me..... |
Suga-cube ( confessions of a one night stand)Suga cube sweet coating on four sides called emotions going through the motions. In and out of passing glances. Looking to see whose eyes are the deepest. Pressing my index finger to your lips, dare not say a word. Whispers in the dark fade into falsifications fabrications. Saying what must be said to get you horizontal. ;Hot sweet liquid rolling down arched backs, trying to liquefy your suga cube. The point of no return turns bittersweet. The 8:30 checkout seals the deal. Suga cube all that remains is the sugary essence, as the lies and can I"s echo in a playa"s fantasy... |
Feminine DelicaciesFeminine Delicacies, slurping like oysters on the half shell.. Making my nature rise with bedroom eyes..Teddy Pendergrass playing close the door.. Tongue kissing your internal thermometer.. As I lay face down in your universe... |
Menthol kissesFiltered menthol flavored favors plead mornings forgiveness... Thin rubber membranes replace sensation like conversation, rambunctious and lubricated.. Shots in the dark, screaming orgasmic operas in octaves higher than Pavarotti.. Switching hot breath inside momentary paralysis.... Nocturnal emissions.... |
