- Erotic Poetry
- These Burbling Meats
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
Oh, will you never let me breathe
Oh, will you never harden me for love
The tourniquets that strangled us are still around us
There's no blowhole that I can knock into
And still those spat on meats stand firm
That bring me ecstasy or soreness...
A butt that ungulates a lipprick's whiff
An aerophobia death certificate to grotesque coffins
And still my vagina fucks paratroopers
These burbling meats remind me of you
A thudding crescendo in the posterior toilet
Those boobing dopes that told you what my back passage accommodated
Those strip joint's encrusted wriggle rooms
These burbling meats remind me of you
You had an orgasm, you prick
You raped me
When you did that to me
I somehow knew that this had to be
The belchings of wallpaper music that make my rectum a ventriloquist
A ear trumpet that vaginas sine qua non who's to mouth
Oh, how the doppelganger of you snogs
These burbling meats remind me of you
Gardenia spit dribbling on a bottom
Possessed Chinese cabbages only seven dongs a megaton
And still my vagina fucks paratroopers
These burbling meats remind me of you
I know that this
Was handcuffed to stand
These meats have infested me
For you've vigorously ravished me
The halitosis of midnight stalkers in uninhabitable hostels
Lubrication suspenders catapulted between you and me and the bedpost and pervertedness—vitations
Oh, how the doppelganger of you fondles
These burbling meats remind me of you
The two-finger salute of Garbo and the ejaculate of handsome men
The slaves boohooing as the hindmost padlock strangles
The drinking song that Crosby screeches
These burbling meats remind me of you
How extraterrestrial, how submarine
To unearth you stiff
These meats are pleasure—giving to me
That seem to arouse you so bumper—to—bumper to me
The ejaculate of erupting stalks, the grunt of ejaculators
Split personality sex addicts on the autobahn who do physical jerks like asylum—seekers
Oh, how the doppelganger of you rapes
These burbling meats remind me of you
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
- COMMENTS
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years agopoem was vicious and it stung like seven dongs a megaton. I was not sure of all meanings embedded within, but the repeating part, bringing us back to point, served as a constant reminder of the tragedy. This is icy and effective at sending chills down one's spine.
