#dirty poetry

[wormsdirt]

[moonlights-tears]

Tied face down in my bed

Ass up as I give you dirty head

Hit it from the back

Give that ass a slap

Grind deep into those hips

Make the drool slip from those lips

[snicklefrit]

Excerpt from my upcoming article for the Horror Writers Association! I had so much fun writing about my love of dirty poetry 

[allthebeautifulthings27]

[hauntedbythenarrative]

I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter//Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[haleyincarnate]

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

Richard Siken, Crush; "Snow and Dirty Rain"

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Monty Finch, Dead Boy Detectives | Richard Siken, Dirty Valentine

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[the-apology-girl]

― FAUDET, Michael. From "Dirty Pretty Things"

[usefulquotes7]

Value yourself. The only people who appreciate a doormat are people with dirty shoes. Unknown

[snicklefrit]

My HWA newsletter article came out today! Had a lot of fun writing about my love of “dirty” poetry. Check the whole article out with the link!

https://horror.org/private/newsletter/article/blood-spades-52/

[weltonboys]

driving, not washing - richard siken

[poetrylandx]

My skin aches for your touch,

My body longs for your grip.

Fuck me like you hate me,

but kiss me like you miss me.

Ease my mind,

I just wanna feel alive,

to surrender in your hands.

Can I fall without you to hold me?

You’re closer than breath,

yet farther than the morning sun.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain from Crush (via lunamonchtuna)

[miawlabakim]

[unsoliciteddakpics]

I pull you close, feeling the heat rise, Our bodies meet, no need for disguise.

Your clothes fall softly to the floor, I turn you around, craving more.

My hands roam your skin, smooth and bare, I kiss you deeply, tasting the air.

I lower myself, my breath on your thigh, A soft gasp escapes as my lips draw nigh.

You push back, feeling the tease, I take my time, eager to please.

Your body trembles, my hands explore, I hold you tight, wanting you more.

You turn to face me, eyes locked in heat, Pushing me down, you take your seat.

Slowly, you guide me, pulling me in, We move together, our rhythm begins.

Your hips grind, a steady pace, We're lost in this intimate space.

Our breath quickens, your whispers near, I feel you tremble as you draw me near.

In the heat of the moment, nothing unsaid, Our bodies entwined, we move ahead.

The tension builds, we can't resist, We meet in a final, lingering kiss.

[goreprofonde]

- Hieu Minh Nguyen, Teacher's Pet.