Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[alexonedeath]

"diary of a necrophiliac" is good! I am delighted by its "thirty...flirty...dirty"! Rhymes are the heart and soul of poetry. "necrophilia" is an even better poem. It's an apologia, delivered by a defiant lover of the dead.

 

[stustustugoo]

thank u both very much guys!

 

[callmecaleb]

Oh, how I wish to touch a cold hot man. To kiss his lips. To lick his nipples. To rub his belly. To fondle his cock. To probe his butthole. To suck his toes. I will lay on top of this beautiful corpse. Surely the heat coursing through my veins, engorging my dick, will transfer and make him hot again. To me, at least. Alone with my sweet dead rigid man, I worship.

 

[alexonedeath]

Callmecaleb, if you work a few rhymes into your paragraph, and arrange the sentences differently, you've got a poem!

 

[callmecaleb]

Alex,
I’m afraid I don’t share Ricky’s aptitude for poetry. But I fully share his lust for dead men. The world may disparage us, hold us in contempt, call us disgusting deviants. We lust nonetheless, ignoring their haughty judgments. Fuck them! In our dark minds, in dark corners, we lust. To touch a dead man, with our hands, with our lips, this is our Nirvana.
Caleb

 

[stustustugoo]

one more!

dead body romance

bugeye iodine bathing hydroxide tie
cold floor a tidal wave of freezing covers
no sleep for the mattress that we light on fire from my body heat and your cold stance
rotunda over my molesting hands as it grips your feet and penis
my seamen absorbs into your cold skin like bleach into your pores
chemical dye and embalming fluid dripped down your broken spine
pull the sheet back to reveal the stiff cold puffed body binded by my ropes
bombed burst into his skull into his retinas
that hold infinite numbers of forever white and black desecrated roads of flesh littered with my fluids from my mouth and my penis
channel the energy fleeting from his beautiful body
i capture his scent and cry out and beg for more

 

[callmecaleb]

Aaaaahhhhhh! I see the two of you, Ricky, in my mind. Entwined. I erupt and bring my cum-smeared hands to my face, as I weep with joy for you and your dear stiff lover.

 

[Gaius1]

Rick;

You are definitely the barefoot king. I love your poetry especially the one about seeing your barefoot neighbor in the hard and the other where you "caress his bare feet" There are so many good ones that it is hard to mention them all, but they make me hard. Thanks.

 

[alexonedeath]

"dead body romance", at least the opening lines, is modern in style...almost abstract.

 

[ArrowMan]

one more!

dead body romance

bugeye iodine bathing hydroxide tie
cold floor a tidal wave of freezing covers
no sleep for the mattress that we light on fire from my body heat and your cold stance
rotunda over my molesting hands as it grips your feet and penis
my seamen absorbs into your cold skin like bleach into your pores
chemical dye and embalming fluid dripped down your broken spine
pull the sheet back to reveal the stiff cold puffed body binded by my ropes
bombed burst into his skull into his retinas
that hold infinite numbers of forever white and black desecrated roads of flesh littered with my fluids from my mouth and my penis
channel the energy fleeting from his beautiful body
i capture his scent and cry out and beg for more

Such lurid imagery,
so graphic and extreme.

".... no sleep for the mattress that we light on fire from my body heat and your cold stance
rotunda over my molesting hands as it grips your feet and penis ...."

Whew!

So powerfully dark yet romantically erotic.
Such intense visualizations,
so uniquely expressed,
from such a deep craving,
lustful forbidden dead-man preoccupation.

Truly gay necro phenomenal.



​

 

[callmecaleb]

take off your shoes and socks, you sexy dude!
give me a whiff of heaven to enjoy!

In school, I was student manager of the football team. Every day, after practice, I had to collect all the dirty, sweaty uniforms and jocks and socks and tees in a big bin for the laundry guys to take away for cleaning. One night, alone with the bin, I climbed in and luxuriated in the smell of forty young athletes, in the dampness of their sweat and odor. I actually sucked on the smelly jocks. Wondered whose ball sweat I was tasting. I was about to strip naked when I heard someone come into the locker room. Had to hop out fast. Damn! Never got the chance again. Double damn!

 

[stustustugoo]

i used to suck the sweat out of my co players socks when i was star quarterback in high school.......
some of the most intense orgasms ever!

 

[alexonedeath]

I liked (and still like) everything about high school locker rooms and their contents. Sadly for me, I was too backwards at that age to do more than covertly look at my naked classmates. Still, those glances were better than nothing, and they fueled a great deal of my solitary after-school masturbating.

 

[stustustugoo]

dedicated to my ass of an ex named Memmet. a real piece of trash

DECEIVED......

i once was a human just like you
filled with love, care and happiness too.
you felt so alive that you could never die or nothing could hurt you,
to ever make you cry
until one day a guy comes along who steals your heart,
you just don't know how to start.
you're emotions take you to a magical place,
where you forget all including time and space
your feeling of love for him is so strong
there is nothing he could say to do you no wrong.
like a gentle breeze his words sweep you away
you pray to God, you hope he is here to stay
but then one day like the flick of your wrist
all of a sudden he has gone into the mist
a man who meant the world to you
who all of a sudden is not with me nor is he true blue
after a while he tells you that his love was all a lie
rancid and rotten like a piece of spoiled beef pie
he crushed my beloved heart which has now made me cry
deep down from all of his abuse
i feel i just want to die
i am no longer human who is just like you
i am now a monster who was created from his pain
what he honestly think he had to gain
i am sorry my all wasn't enough
but the way you play is just a bit way too rough

 

[alexonedeath]

I'd wager there aren't too many people who will not be able to relate to "DECEIVED......". There are so many trashy-ass guys in the world, and they often end up as the boyfriends of our youth, before we knew better. If karma has not already put Memmet in an early grave, you might send him this poem, in a box along with "a piece of spoiled beef pie".

 

[djbear]

I am always amazed at differences in male feet.

 

[ArrowMan]

This mean-spirited Memmet is the real loser here,
to lose one so awesome, caring and true as you.

For you moved-on in life and love,
and he's the one who really got left behind in the stale sand.

The best pay-back to those who have hurt us bad
is to go forward
and live a victorious life
Walking in the Light,
loving others and being loved.
​

 

[stustustugoo]

This mean-spirited Memmet is the real loser here,
to lose one so awesome, caring and true as you.

For you moved-on in life and love,
and he's the one who really got left behind in the stale sand.

The best pay-back to those who have hurt us bad
is to go forward
and live a victorious life
Walking in the Light,
loving others and being loved.
​

oh larr,
u re so sweet and kind!
u are just as awesome and caring,
our real life friendship has been one
of the best gifts life has bestowed on
me!

 

[stustustugoo]

DENY THE EVIL IN ME

i sin but i try to deny the evils within me.
but how can i fight this unholy enemy?

demons rest beneath my skin
i don't want to give into this again.

save my soul and wash me clean,
i don't want to fall prey to the unseen.

take away the chaos raging in my mind.
help me to leave this darkness behind.

I've been a victim to these monsters inside for way too long.
i don't want to be submerged for good so i'm trying to stay strong.

i stumble and fall but i never fully embrace this hell
a small ray of light screams out for me to break out of this unholy shell

i am but a fool falling unwillingly into the eyes of the beautiful and the damned
but please don't let this reflect on who i really am

 

[stustustugoo]

FALLING FROM GRACE

surrounded by people yet i am feeling isolated
lost in the dark pit of my soul
look with pity at the life that I've created
no solace, no sanctuary at all

distant glimpses of the world around me
hazy concept of a light that's growing dim
martyred by the clouds obscuring sanity
possessed by screams silenced within
jaded wisdom, this lost connection
speech transparent and disappears
others left in contemplation
whilst i drown amongst my fears

kneeling down at demons feet surrender to life consumed in pain
learnt that numbness feels so sweet
skin draws in this poisoned pain

regaining my composure i smooth the lines of torture from my face
from contaminated exposure my soul descends it's fall from grace

they watch me fall before their eyes
i reach to grab their padlocked ears
i loose my grip to realize
they do not see my bloodied tears

wrap the wings of darkness around my lifeless form
take me down to the tomb of my own will
i reject the notion that life needs to be warm
don't stop my descent take me deeper still

sleep in the spaces between the baptism of death
rest only comes with torment
don't come close as the venoms on my breath that if breathed in will surely put you to death