CHARMED



Mind oblivious of its duties
I dash out to a pinkish sweet
A vampire, like in the movies
But, I only come alive after I eat

CYCLE


Burnished with wax,
From the tree of life.
Being pierced is its tax,
Then will it feel alright.

A MINER'S TALE


On a night underneath the beauty sky
Under the earth in miles, her finest cry
Salty fluids, lusty flesh, metal bones
I dug and dug, until I touched stones

GODDESS ON MY BED


I will worship thee, o' goddess on my bed
Your beckoning finger do I trail, set to pounce
Your limbs parted, a solicitation to my head
"Your spittle moisturizes I like elites on poor towns!"


O' goddess of the fair planet, I approach
Your bony thighs I navigate past with my hands
Two fingers part your walls, a giant in one stroke
I get to work and let you cry, though you never had a chance


Goddess in a black skin, do my black hands caress
Your hips, your ribs, while your arms kept your legs raised
My arms toured your lips, your neck, and ended on your chest
They squeeze tipped balls to my goddess, at her temple my tongue will praise


Finally I prod! Every thrust taken in with glee
Her position is not constant, quintessential NEPA style
Inhabited by angels and gold is the land I see
As two gods became one, to push each other wild

TALES OF A RUNG


Its proclivities dither
Around satiny walls
Soused floors splintered
For more, her beauty calls

Its size the dames will wonder
If it's right to sate a lust
Its birthright's to sail and plunder
So it might just gain a trust

Its recalcitrance is appalling
So all must wield with care
A pipe, when always falling
Morale is replaced with fear

Yet, it is loved and hated
It births life when stood upright
Makes a man shine or faded
The rung has a vast might

UNTITLED


…broken
in a thousand pieces
but
pieced together
by the warmth inbetween her thighs…

UNTITLED



i will whistle a tune
on my way to you
there will i be soon
to feed on your stew

JigSawKillah. Your last two poems don't have titles?

Her palm at the back of my head
My tongue
On her youthful mound
As I pound
Both sweat and flesh

joseph1832:
JigSawKillah. Your last two poems don't have titles?

no.

JigsawKillah:

no.

how come?

joseph1832:
how come?

it's one of those ones i couldn't find a title for.

HEAVEN


heaven is where
my ascension
and descension
culminates in the eruption
of warm liquids

NARROW PATH


she will dance
she will sing
with any chance
she will weep

she will clap
filled with joy
as her narrow path
saves another one

she will groove
as her eyes dim
her screws will loose
life is sweet

he will slide
he will ride
as her narrow path
saves another chap

DRIPPY PARTNER

Oh, hop to the rhythm of my thrusts
Gallivant to the sweetness of my loins
Chime to our ardous breaths a sensuous noise
Oh, my drippy partner

I will saunter on this slippery floor
A stamping ballet inside your core
Poke and stoke until you shudder for more
Oh, my drippy partner

Memories etched in and out my eye
Our romps a must pick from every pile
My legs always long for your flooded thigh 
Oh, my drippy partner

A HAIKU TO NOVEMBER


Harmattan approach,
But it's your moist I prefer;
A cove for the fallen.

JigsawKillah:
A HAIKU TO NOVEMBER


Harmattan approach,
But it's your moist I prefer;
A cove for the fallen.

hmmmm

joseph1832:
hmmmm

lol soro soke, champ!

JigsawKillah:


lol soro soke, champ!

you know I've never given those social media slangs much thought.

Your poem gave me an idea and I penned down that idea already.

DRILL AWAY


you can't move me
for i am as heavy
as an inflated balloon
and your unclothed skin
a needle.

you can try
needless to say
that i want you to try
lest i fly away
and find greater joy
in the skies.

but should you dare
to put me on my back
though i am as recalcitrant
as a rock underneath the earth
hardened by age
your finger
would be a drilling machine
under whose watch i'll give way.

Jigsawkillah. What happened here? This place looks dryer than an unarouse maiden.

ShaqFu:
Jigsawkillah. What happened here? This place looks dryer than an unarouse maiden.

I just haven't been writing as much. I was here days ago, just going through and thinking how you pushed yours, and would've loved to replicate that.

JigsawKillah:


I just haven't been writing as much. I was here days ago, just going through and thinking how you pushed yours, and would've loved to replicate that.

Ah well, you can if you set your mind to it. It's what I did. I use mine to practice and it's working very fine. Lol.

HOP IT


Smaug lurked
but I was Bilbo
her walls burned
we became a people

ShaqFu:
Ah well, you can if you set your mind to it. It's what I did. I use mine to practice and it's working very fine. Lol.

I will bounce back, monsieur. I will.

JigsawKillah:


I will bounce back, monsieur. I will.

I know you will. I have complete faith in you.

HAPPY BLUES



her wind vane blows North;
cheerful howls of glorious trees
from her mouth erupts.

JigsawKillah:
HAPPY BLUES

her wind vane blows North;
cheerful howls of glorious trees
from her mouth erupts.

nice Haiku.

HAPPY REGGAE


Locks, they hold and twist and turn
They flog, with each stroke the skin will burn
They absorb, the waters that forged forth life
And her thirst is sated after a day of strife

The drums play beside the wild guitar
Bass, to mask where the artists are
So when the sticks and the strings boom
She sings, the loveliest of tunes

JigsawKillah:
ON A STONY NIGHT

the rock she climbed till her thighs ached
with rickety breaths, her exhausted face
a wobbly gait, she knelt to pray
aware only of the job at stake

she formed a fist, and her lips caved
pumped and heaved, felt a quake
stones squeezed, its water gave
thirst sated and to bed she laid.

nice one jigs, noice.

JigsawKillah:
ON A STONY NIGHT

the rock she climbed till her thighs ached
with rickety breaths, her exhausted face
a wobbly gait, she knelt to pray
aware only of the job at stake

she formed a fist, and her lips caved
pumped and heaved, felt a quake
stones squeezed, its water gave
thirst sated and to bed she laid.

So she was on top?