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A poem about porn
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I took a pleasure at one time to write erotic, well pornographic stories and poems. I may put them here as they never did rouse much interest on the site I uploaded them. Perhaps the pleasure in these cases is more in the writing than the reading. But though I won't spend much time on it I may put things in this blog from time to time. I think this little poetic offering sums up my view on what porn appeals to me.
Pornocrat’s Complaint by Dirty Parisian
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
In-out, in-out
That’s what this film’s all about.
The false OOOO-OOOOs
The high-heeled shoes
The perfect pecs
Sadly too, the boring sex.
That porn’s no good
Instead it should
Be full of raunch
Real-world tits, a touch of paunch...
... and smiles and sweat
and hairs and wet.
Not Barbie pink
But passionate and steamy kink.
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Posted on : Nov 1, 2009
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Commented on Dec 3, 2009
I couldn't put it better myself.
You only have to look into their eyes. Unless you can see that burning desire then you just know it's fake.
Let me see a film of a person fulfilling their burning passion. Then you'd see it in their eyes...
The desire
And how much they want to be doing this
It's not just for you
That's my kind of porn
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Commented on Nov 11, 2009
thanks very much for the comment.
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Commented on Nov 11, 2009
That was a deep poem, it is all true too...
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