This is a spot where it is safe to explore both simple and intricate aspects of loving another person. I embrace you to share yourself and your experiences in love. Please reference my book titled Marshmellow Softness &; Rock Hard Taffy. We will use as a primer for discussion. Email me to purchase.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Hail Punany!
When you see a listing for the Punany Poets in your area - hurry, grab a close friend or lover or mate and GO! GO! GO!
To see the show and become comforted in your sexual being and eroticized in your sexual spirit. And ENOY.
Cancer of Love
I went to Ghettoville
I went to Ghettoville
Saw the Cancer of Love
She called my name and named my
shame
In a house of erotic
thrill
My vows are wasted here
My vows are wasted here
Fair is but a medieval circus
Compassion is not on the menu
The pimps can smell my
fear!
The perfect purrrrrr of pussycat sap
The perfect purrrrrr of pussycat sap
Unleash the tigress upon me
Who could resist, the grind of a
feline
Bouncing upon on his
lap?
Before I could think, wallet in my hand
Before I could think, wallet in my hand
Master charge me baby, while I
text my wife
“Hi babe, playing racket ball at
the club
Be an hour at most” the lies
began
Don’t know how an hour became four
Don’t know how an hour became four
Duty shredded by her claws
If I am a trick, trick me again!
The husband is understood by the
whore
I come with cash for the dirtiest dancer
I come with cash for the dirtiest dancer
And still there is bread on the
table
For, I am a man, not addicted to
love
But addicted to her cancer
This much I know is true
This much I know is true
A wise man knows, he knows
nothing at all
Even when you are pimpin’ your
hardest
Someone is pimpin’ you
-by Jessica Holter, Punany Poets Founder
-by Jessica Holter, Punany Poets Founder
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