The messy sex poetry thread

Ode To A Facial

Grasped in my hand
Staring at me with one eye
And daring me to decide where
To take the love coming from you

I pumped and pondered
And decided to artfully decorate
My pretty lips and face
With your smooth, thick affection

Feeling underneath, the gun was loaded
Tight and full, cocked and ready to fire
Milking you of your last inhibition
Aiming for the target of my open kiss

A twitch and a tremble and then
The first sweet nothing lands on my cheek
The salty-sweet lava that I ache to taste
Sliding thickly toward my seeking tongue

A groan from you and the second shot
Jewels the lashes of my left eye
Dots the tip of my nose
And dollops my bottom lip

Third, fourth and final stream
Not much distance but just as sweet
Laying softly on my chin and lips
Pooling on my tastebuds

I rise and kiss you
Sharing the love you've given me
We slurp and drink of the essence
Sharing the divine wine of passion
 
Ode To A Facial

Grasped in my hand
Staring at me with one eye
And daring me to decide where
To take the love coming from you

I pumped and pondered
And decided to artfully decorate
My pretty lips and face
With your smooth, thick affection

Feeling underneath, the gun was loaded
Tight and full, cocked and ready to fire
Milking you of your last inhibition
Aiming for the target of my open kiss

A twitch and a tremble and then
The first sweet nothing lands on my cheek
The salty-sweet lava that I ache to taste
Sliding thickly toward my seeking tongue

A groan from you and the second shot
Jewels the lashes of my left eye
Dots the tip of my nose
And dollops my bottom lip

Third, fourth and final stream
Not much distance but just as sweet
Laying softly on my chin and lips
Pooling on my tastebuds

I rise and kiss you
Sharing the love you've given me
We slurp and drink of the essence
Sharing the divine wine of passion

pearl necklaces I don't mind it's when you add things like maple syrup and whipped cream I start to object!
 
The Real Reason Why There Are No More Shakers

‘Course I like women,
Young ones and old,
And I’m not too keen ‘bout ladder back chairs.

Mrs. Pettibone, in fact,
She’s a fine piece of work,
Though don’t you go tell her husband
Ebenezer.

It’s just that…..
It’s just those damn messy bodily fluids,
Can’t stand the sight of ‘em,
Ebenezer.

As far as that goes, number one
And two, ‘course, number three
When me and the full moon dreams are coming,
Damn you, Sarah Pettibone, corseted!
Ah, let the horseflies
In the outhouse have at ‘em!

Truth be told
I’d rather have splinters in my ass,
Ebenezer.
 
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Jhonson's Baby Oil.

There's just enough baby oil
for two but do I apply it
to him? Or do we just pour it
on that plastic sheet he found
in the attic?

To Hell with protocol!

We roll and slide, our bodies free
and feeling like never before.
Fish, we glide over and under,
parts liberated, hands oddly useless
on breast and belly.

Giggling like teens, we grope
and escape until wanting,
needing to be caught.
Then the slide is short
and he's home, his body glistens
with success.

I took me days
to get the shower clean
but it was worth it.
 
They're supposed to be gone before the other stuff comes!

You're still sticky though ....... can't be doing with sticky !

‘Course I like women,
Young ones and old,
And I’m not too keen ‘bout ladder back chairs.

Mrs. Pettibone, in fact,
She’s a fine piece of work,
Though don’t you go and tell her husband
That, Ebenezer.

It’s just that…..
It’s just those damn messy bodily fluids,
Can’t stand the sight of ‘em,
Ebenezer.

Far as I’m concerned, number one,
Number two, ‘course, number three
When me and the full moon dreams are coming,
Let the horseflies
In the privy have at ‘em.

Truth be told
I’d rather have splinters in my ass,
Ebenezer.

Roflllll

There's just enough baby oil
for two but do I apply it
to him? Or do we just pour it
on that plastic sheet he found
in the attic?

To Hell with protocol!

We roll and slide, our bodies free
and feeling like never before.
Fish, we glide over and under,
parts liberated, hands oddly useless
on breast and belly.

Giggling like teens, we grope
and escape until wanting,
needing to be caught.
Then the slide is short
and he's home, his body glistens
with success.

I took me days
to get the shower clean
but it was worth it.

I'd be afraid he'd grab and I'd go whooooooooosh scrunch!
 
I know I agreed -
but RED candles?
You ruined my Percale
and stained my skin.
Next time I'm buying
the candles!
Sloppy, Gooey, Awkward .. and maybe a little bit wrong
Perhaps
in the moment
seemed a good idea

in the end
right
 
Viewing Bertolucci’s Last Tango in Paris
for the First Time, at the University Film Society,
Kane Hall, When Very (Very (Very)) Young


It's Art, you know, though rather steamy—
They meet in some abandoned flat.
Paul, played by Brando, is quite dreamy;
Maria Schneider’s Jeanne un chat
Très chaud,
although her tin roof’s missing,
But Brando is no Brick when kissing,
Though mostly he just fucks her. So,
This is no Romance do-si-do.

And, thus, the butter (pun intended?),
Unpasteurized (it’s Paris, right?),
Is simply lubricant for tight
Um, passages, like Jeanne’s, rear-ended.
My God! He fucked her ass! I thought,
Then (oops!) my ownself fired a shot.


.
 
College boy neighbor waited out two
doting actors and one drunk musician
to be the one to peel off my boots and kiss
where the zipper mark laced my thigh
and I didn't mind.

He talked pretty kissed pretty moaned
so pretty into me and sang to my belly
burying his fingers his hunger his love
right on my button until I burst
suddenly like a water balloon like a
promise on a hot pin

and I never had before. Neither
he. Double gasps of delight
and astonishment buoyed shy eyes
when he asked Can
I make love to you, Debra?

Of course
, I laughed, pulling him up,
kissing gratefully, unbuttoning flannel.
Fifteen years later at the reunion I minded
when he shot in my eye. I shouldn't have.
I should have let him kiss it off
my lashes as I did his so long before.

I saw a couple of guys years later (one I nearly married and was my first!) and OMG what a shock ..... glad I escaped lol
 
Viewing Bertolucci’s Last Tango in Paris
for the First Time, at the University Film Society,
Kane Hall, When Very (Very (Very)) Young


It's Art, you know, though rather steamy—
They meet in some abandoned flat.
Paul, played by Brando, is quite dreamy;
Maria Schneider’s Jeanne un chat
Très chaud,
although her tin roof’s missing,
But Brando is no Brick when kissing,
Though mostly he just fucks her. So,
This is no Romance do-si-do.

And, thus, the butter (pun intended?),
Unpasteurized (it’s Paris, right?),
Is simply lubricant for tight
Um, passages, like Jeanne’s, rear-ended.
My God! He fucked her ass! I thought,
Then (oops!) my ownself fired a shot.


.

I do recall those University Film Society movies - sometimes subtitles for the English.
And my wife and I (not sure if we were married then) got some ideas/urges from last Tango ('81 cut) and other movies out around then.
Seems like sex has decreased in movies, in favor of more violence.
 
Love it or hate it please join in :D

Squirt cream round my vagina
and lick it all you want,
but if your dipping cock au chocolat
I won't be your debutante.
For one thing being messy
has never been my thing,
and salty mixed with sweet meats
around your ding a ling,
is much too much a favour
to be asking of this girl
can't be doing with you decked out
like some monstrous walnut whirl.
We've tried it slapped in mayo
to please your darling wife
even though that one experiment
nearly put me off for life.
Both slicked up in fragrant oils
with everything well spread,
I thought we'd finally cracked it
till you slid off the bed,
We never met up long enough
our fantasy all in vain,
each time you made a lunge for home
I'd be whizzing off again.
I won't do it in the bath tub,
no room, it's just a trap
for wriggling round above you
my toe stuck in the tap.
At least we found a use then
for the lovely scented soap
and easing out my pinkie
you whispered "Back to rope"?

LOL- love it. What fun! I was just thinking about erotic poetry vs. hardcore poetry Annie. There's a bit of both with a tasty bite of humour in this one and it's fabulous! Sorry I didn't see it earlier, I was focused on me, fellow Geminis and Eurovision. :kiss:
 
This thread bums me out. These poems are like the norm over on the new poems page. Can we get some messy sexy eroticism up in here? Not so much graphic, my Puritan brain can't handle it.
 
Viewing Bertolucci’s Last Tango in Paris
for the First Time, at the University Film Society,
Kane Hall, When Very (Very (Very)) Young


It's Art, you know, though rather steamy—
They meet in some abandoned flat.
Paul, played by Brando, is quite dreamy;
Maria Schneider’s Jeanne un chat
Très chaud,
although her tin roof’s missing,
But Brando is no Brick when kissing,
Though mostly he just fucks her. So,
This is no Romance do-si-do.

And, thus, the butter (pun intended?),
Unpasteurized (it’s Paris, right?),
Is simply lubricant for tight
Um, passages, like Jeanne’s, rear-ended.
My God! He fucked her ass! I thought,
Then (oops!) my ownself fired a shot.


.

:D lol Another good one. Well, so many already, but since I'm truly a film buff, I do adore this Tzara . A little nod within to Tennessee Williams or Richard Brooks?
 
LOL- love it. What fun! I was just thinking about erotic poetry vs. hardcore poetry Annie. There's a bit of both with a tasty bite of humour in this one and it's fabulous! Sorry I didn't see it earlier, I was focused on me, fellow Geminis and Eurovision. :kiss:

now that you've found us I'm expecting great things from you both :D

This thread bums me out. These poems are like the norm over on the new poems page. Can we get some messy sexy eroticism up in here? Not so much graphic, my Puritan brain can't handle it.

you lead we'll follow :)
 
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Viewing Bertolucci’s Last Tango in Paris
for the First Time, at the University Film Society,
Kane Hall, When Very (Very (Very)) Young


It's Art, you know, though rather steamy—
They meet in some abandoned flat.
Paul, played by Brando, is quite dreamy;
Maria Schneider’s Jeanne un chat
Très chaud,
although her tin roof’s missing,
But Brando is no Brick when kissing,
Though mostly he just fucks her. So,
This is no Romance do-si-do.

And, thus, the butter (pun intended?),
Unpasteurized (it’s Paris, right?),
Is simply lubricant for tight
Um, passages, like Jeanne’s, rear-ended.
My God! He fucked her ass! I thought,
Then (oops!) my ownself fired a shot.


.

I love this, though I hated the movie, lol. Really lovely poem. Ty.
 
I do recall those University Film Society movies - sometimes subtitles for the English.
And my wife and I (not sure if we were married then) got some ideas/urges from last Tango ('81 cut) and other movies out around then.
Seems like sex has decreased in movies, in favor of more violence.
I don't remember if I saw Tango subtitled or not at that showing. I assume it was. This would have been 1975-76, when I was in grad school. I remember the hysteria about the movie--kind of It's hot, but it's Art!--making it OK to watch. And, hey, Brando's in it. It even generated something like Holy Writ: Ste. Pauline Kael's wowser rave review in the New Yorker.

Read that. I really mean it. Read that. It will tell you about the time.

Not you, EO. You were there. I mean people in general. :)
 
This thread bums me out. These poems are like the norm over on the new poems page. Can we get some messy sexy eroticism up in here? Not so much graphic, my Puritan brain can't handle it.
Here was some mess, but we have squelched it;
Too many fluids can offend.
We've now reopened—tempus fugit
Without a human reference.
For sex is messy, complicated.
It often is quite overrated
As if I dump some goo in you
Is tantamount to Love is true

Or, like, erotic.
Which it isn't,
At least, for most of us, I'd guess.
(Unless, of course, your name is Tess
For whom I have a special present.) ;)

Poor D, PM, Eet bugs me too:
How liquidly to say, Love you.
 
:D lol Another good one. Well, so many already, but since I'm truly a film buff, I do adore this Tzara . A little nod within to Tennessee Williams or Richard Brooks?
Tennessee Williams. I'm not sure I've seen the movie, though I've seen the stage play several times.

And thanks. It's recreation.
 
I love this, though I hated the movie, lol. Really lovely poem. Ty.
Thanks, fridayam.

I actually don't like the movie that much myself, though it made quite an impression on me 35 some years ago.
 
Here was some mess, but we have squelched it;
Too many fluids can offend.
We've now reopened—tempus fugit
Without a human reference.
For sex is messy, complicated.
It often is quite overrated
As if I dump some goo in you
Is tantamount to Love is true

Or, like, erotic.
Which it isn't,
At least, for most of us, I'd guess.
(Unless, of course, your name is Tess
For whom I have a special present.) ;)

Poor D, PM, Eet bugs me too:
How liquidly to say, Love you.

NOW I'm blushing. :eek:
 
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