|Best Poems About / On SEX
The Three Sexes
When I count the number of sexes,
I find and count all three.
I know it may sound strange to you,
But it is my reality.
The first sex to be considered is the male
This is correct, of course, as we can see.
It is correct from my view
As it is the sex which contains loveable me.
Straight guys pay me no attention
But life could always be worse.
Gay guys pay me no attention
And so I am left to this verse.
Women ignore me with alacrity,
Even though I am in the best shape around.
It seems they always comment,
That my shape appears to be round.
I try to impress the females with my income or wage
I have a very good job, or so it seems to be.
When the neighborhood needs a bit of shade,
They approach and then they hire me.
I am built close to the ground,
This I say is for economy.
Less water in showers, less cloth in clothes
Ridicule from others is what happens when you are me.
Of the three sexes then, only one is left
The third sex is such that it can make a home a wreck
It can cause stress, disease, and fatigue for weeks
However, the third sex is all that is left to me, Hooray for insects.
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Your Sex Is Shh!
Hey, hey, hey, men everywhere
You know that it's true
All any of you want or are interested in is just one thing
Sex, sex, sex!
Nothing else matters
Just as long as you get what that ugly thing in your pants is screaming for
Your sex is shh
Feels so bad
Hurts so good
How could you throw it all away?
All that could have been
Just to get laid
Crying tears of insanity
Every day cursing your name
The moment you were born
The moment we met you
Screaming out in anger and frustration
Men, heartless, wicked pigs
Your sex is shh
Morals and respect you toss out the window
Women who won't give it up
You call trash, lesbos, or worse
Makes me wonder
Growing up just what kind of lessons did your mamas teach you about respect?
Do you really not know any better?
Do you really believe women are nothing more than mere pieces of meat?
Such a God awful shame
All you ever wanna do is get yourselfs off
Between a pair of nice, shapely legs
Faces and personalities never a matter
Just silly obstacles on your way to yet another loveless orgasm is all they are
Losers making of each woman that you meet, weepers
Not a single one of you innocent or untouched by this scandal of your libido
Out of control
Must be out of our minds to forgive, love and take you back
Into our hearts
When we know all too clear and painful to see
Got just one thing on your nasty, sex crazed minds
Leading to broken hearts and ruined dreams
Once you get us pregnant
Once you get what you wanted
One by one you abandon us all
Leaving us to curse you and your wrong
With this twisted love/hate song
Repeat Bridge 2X
2009 Ramona Thompson
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call girls, rent boys, hookers, hos
Call girls, rent boys, hookers, hos,
are, as everybody knows,
what makes the world go round since BC,
as well as AD. New York, DC,
and surely Sacramento too,
although its further from our view,
and London, Paris, Brussels, Rome,
are where sex workers choose to roam,
because they fill the politicians
needs, and loosen inhibitions
of Wall Street men and CEOs
of corporations with a nose
for sex-for-money. Men whore wealthy
consider sex with them more healthy
than sex with other women whom they link
up with, till giving them a pink
slip. Dismissing them can cost
much more, once theyt feel theyve been crossed,
than sex for free, as Oscar Wilde
observed mistakenlyhe went to gaol,
enamored not just of one male,
but of the rent boys whod extort
his money, as they found in court;
this cost him more than love for Bosey,
far more poetic and less prosy.
Paying money for sex service
ought to make the clients nervous,
but yet today most men whore caught
with hos and hookers whom theyve bought
get off scot free, without rebuke,
despite laws of the Pentateuch,
because we generally have pity
on them, providing they choose pretty
call girls, hookers, hos and boys.
The ones whore paid are not killjoys
like mistresses who tend to turn
like worms, and make their lovers burn
once theyre abandoned, so to pay
upfront is really the best way
to go, and if not bargain quite,
a safer way to spend the night,
unless youre famous and the press
gets wind, and causes major stress.
My own advice is choose good lookers
as wives, and stay away from hookers,
although it hardly has been easy,
as Ive already said, since BC;
Right till our era which is AD,
avoid all ladies who are shady,
like hookers and a girl who rents
her services to horny gents.
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The pain is so much
That I just cannot bear it
Whatever comes my way
I use them as stop-gap
Books, PC and the Net,
Music, Reading and
Those healing nature walks.
For short trips of
Wish it could go
A long way
For coping and healing.
May be, I should try
All that love is now
Have had enough of that.
No more for me now.
Your body speaks of
Lust to me.
And I can only talk
I dont feel love
When I see your Photo.
Just Plain Lust.
So are you thirsting
To take on me?
As much as I am
Famished for some
Sex and sex and sex only
To whip the stress away
No Holds Barred.
Lets forget about love
And give in to our passions
With lustful abandonment.
I long for love no more.
Need the warmth of your body
To touch my aches and pains
With your healing sex therapy.
Where it hurts the most
The bosom of my heart.
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