With sincerest apologies to Edgar Allan Poe... Annabel Lee

The Land of Lushies

It was many and many a weeks ago,
In a search engine I did see,
That a land called me that many know
By the name of Lushstories;
And in this land with many thought
I found Lushies just like me.

I was shy one, at first a quiet one,
In this land of Lush you see,
But I found a love, more than love
I and my loyal Lushies;
With a yen for writing and reading
Hidden in lustful greed.

And this was my reason, long ago,
In my kingdom of Lushies,
A wind blew up a challenge
A challenge just for me;
So that my readers all came
And bore me to a place,
To shut my eyes and open my mind
In this lucious, lavish space.

The angels, weep from Heaven
With succor just for me
Yes! This other reason (as my readers know, in the land of Lushies)
That the angels weep out loud by night,
Calling me to cease!

But my love it was stronger, by far than the love
Of those who read of me-
Of many so wise of me-
And even as sceptics hover above,
To the stalkers that won't leave me be,
Can ever truly reach my soul
Of my soul safe inside of me.

For the moon never set without some poor wretch,
Requesting a story of me.
And the stars never rise,without blinding the eyes
Of my loyal Lushies and me;
And so all the readers and haters, aside
Of my poems or prose I pen and abide,
In my Lush land so dear to me,
In my Lush land full of Lushies.

Put It In

(based on Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling)

You may talk o' monster cocks
And your submissive collar locks,
When you’re safely behind your PCs and your Macs;
But when it comes to real
It’s a completely different deal,
And it ain’t no bloody game with balls and jacks.

Now in Thailand, there is Phuket.
In San Francisco, they will suck it.
In Berlin, studded black leather flows like water.
They’ll screw you blue in Timbuktoo;
Down Under, shag a kangaroo,
And in Lushland, like as not, she’ll be your daughter.

But out beyond the land
Where they all type with one hand,
Where the flesh is sweaty, hot, and there beneath you
There’s a solitary pair
Who’ve shaved off all their hair
And for sexing, mate, they need their honor due.

Her pussy’s deadly as a Glock;
He lifts barbells with his cock.
Yes, for sexing up, there’s simply no comparing.
She will suck him ‘til he’s dry;
He fucks her silly, it’s no lie.
There ain’t any position, they’re not daring.

And it’s “In! In! In!
Don’t be sighing, put it in!
I want to feel it deeper than the sea.
Just stick it in!
You can shove it
As you love it.
Show my pussy’s what you covet.
Don’t be coy,
You silly boy,
Just put it in!”

They went at it more than days,
In the roundelay of lays.
In the annals of sexing fame, they made their glory.
And when at last they ceased
They still had not deceased,
And she murmured, “Dear, I still feel a little whore-y.”

So on they went ag’in,
For she wanted it within.
And they fucked until he fairly was a stub.
“It looks like it’s a clit,”
She said a-holding it,
And pulled it deeper then into her hub.

And it’s “In! In! In!
Don’t be sighing, put it in!
I want to feel it deeper than the sea.
Just stick it in!
You can shove it
As you love it.
Show my pussy’s what you covet.
Don’t be coy,
You silly boy,
Just put it in!”

Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling

It's official...I am the biggest procrastinator in the history of the world. And here is my proof.
(Writing this poem somehow seemed more urgent than anything else I have going on...)

Ripped off from Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"

The Cock Not Taken

Two men moved into my neighborhood,
And sorry I could not sleep with both
And be one woman, long I stood
And stared at one as hard as I could
From his eyes to his hair to his bearded growth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because he was sexy with better hair,
Though the biceps on them made me stare
And lust for them each about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In sheets no pussy had gotten wet.
Oh, I saved the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I assumed that cock I might never get.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two men moved into my neighborhood, and I,
I took the man who unzipped his fly,
And that has made all the difference.

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Click here to read "Billion Dollar Booty Call" by Tessa Leigh Hartmann

"'The lass loves a spice of thickness''
[fromH.D. Longfellow]

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The yearning comes
on little cat feet

it sits lusting
over lushland and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on

[Carl Sandburg, Fog]

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lush, a precept I'd leave you,
coined in eden, existing yet;
Satisfy the Ms in the parlor, and shun the zoo-
women and elephants never forget

[dorthy parker, ''ballad of unfortunate animals'']

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