The messy sex poetry thread

[greenmountaineer]

Originally Posted by Tzara

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.

New York was an interesting scene in the early seventies as far as pop culture sexuality was concerned. The "Me Generation" quickly tired of all the politically significant stuff of the preceding babyboom generation but retained interest in the drug and sexual norms and some would say improved upon them.

I recall New York erotic filmmakers were "mainstreaming" porn with supposedly relevant plots and character development. They even went so far as to develop something analogous to the Academy awards for their industry (something which was later wonderfully spoofed in the film Boogie Nights.)

By 1976 the Tall Ships came to Manhattan and many believe brought the beginnings of the AIDS epidemic with them during America's Bicentennial Celebration. No matter what the origin of the virus was, I recall it had a chilling effect on the notion "if it feels good, do it." Porn films started to become popular again in the eighties when videotapes became part of home entertainment, and now, of course, there is the internet. Sex and religion: two powerful human appetites that ebb and flow according to the situation.

[Epmd607]

Originally Posted by UnderYourSpell

I read his comment as BURNS me out lol burns bums (scuse me as I fiddle!)

I used to be confused about Dharma Bums, I thought it was Dharma Burns for a while.

I'm working on my messy, sexy, erotic poem for your thread.

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by Epmd607

I used to be confused about Dharma Bums, I thought it was Dharma Burns for a while.

I'm working on my messy, sexy, erotic poem for your thread.

look forward to it because I can't come up with messy that isnt explicit!

[Tzara]

Originally Posted by greenmountaineer

I recall New York erotic filmmakers were "mainstreaming" porn with supposedly relevant plots and character development. They even went so far as to develop something analogous to the Academy awards for their industry (something which was later wonderfully spoofed in the film Boogie Nights.)

I assume you're talking about the AVN Awards. My former company used to hold its annual sales kickoff meeting in the same hotel in Vegas (the Venetian) as AVN—our conference started just as the AVN conference was wrapping up (no pun intended).

The outfits of some of the attendees of their show were, uh, rather distracting.

[greenmountaineer]

Originally Posted by Tzara

I assume you're talking about the AVN Awards. My former company used to hold its annual sales kickoff meeting in the same hotel in Vegas (the Venetian) as AVN—our conference started just as the AVN conference was wrapping up (no pun intended).

The outfits of some of the attendees of their show were, uh, rather distracting.

I'm guessing that it was some precursor to AVN because my recollection is that it began in the seventies and I note from your wikipedia citation AVN didn't start until 1984. However, I could be confused on the decade. I just remember some silly scenes as if they were from some French existentialist movie where someone would be walking on a road to nowhere one moment and then going at it with someone in the next scene.

From a sociological perspective, I'm fascinated how different generations have viewed sexuality in its many forms from the deviant to the acceptable. I worked in the criminal justice system throughout my career. I remember in the seventies a well respected forensic pyschiatrist told me "the family that lays together stays together," and incest was a theme in a number of porn films that came out of New York at the time. If that psychiatrist was alive today, I'm sure he'd be embarrassed by what he then said because we now know that incest is a serious problem for many survivors of it.

[The_Fool]

umami


taste of us
middle of the night
mid-fuck
cock almost ready to fall off
bruising our lips from kissing
her mouth tasting of me
my face scented by her
the whole room stinks of sex
and the sweat
creates a sheen as skin glides
in close contact
beneath the salty bitter sour
find the taste of her
sweet
always sweet
and together
savory

[butters]

Originally Posted by The_Fool

umami


taste of us
middle of the night
mid-fuck
cock almost ready to fall off
bruising our lips from kissing
her mouth tasting of me
my face scented by her
the whole room stinks of sex
and the sweat
creates a sheen as skin glides
in close contact
beneath the salty bitter sour
find the taste of her
sweet
always sweet
and together
savory

*nods*

the taste of the individual (any problems aside ) is enhanced tenfold when blended with another's flavour

[fridayam]

Originally Posted by The_Fool

umami


taste of us
middle of the night
mid-fuck
cock almost ready to fall off
bruising our lips from kissing
her mouth tasting of me
my face scented by her
the whole room stinks of sex
and the sweat
creates a sheen as skin glides
in close contact
beneath the salty bitter sour
find the taste of her
sweet
always sweet
and together
savory

I love this! It encapsulates everything I love about sex. Thank you.

[Tristesse2]

There are some wonderful poems in this thread - great idea UYS.

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by Tristesse2

There are some wonderful poems in this thread - great idea UYS.

Thank you kindly but it was a joint idea with ArielGoddess who seems to have disappeared again

[EroticOrogeny]

Originally Posted by UnderYourSpell

Thank you kindly but it was a joint idea with ArielGoddess who seems to have disappeared again

She said she was going to explain, but never saw anything, unless you can look in one of her poems.

[fridayam]

This was inspired by The Fool's wonderful contribution, but the blame is entirely my own.

Extra Virgin

What made us such animals, that night?
Oh, I loved that you could
shuck that chic exterior like
a stocking from a thigh, but....
That seafood restaurant at the beach;
the disinclination to go;
another restaurant, digestifs;
“let’s take the long way home”;
my hand in your pussy as I drove;
a dark country lay-by where
you sucked my cock until
the passing cars made you laugh;
home (where were the kids?);
just enough clothing torn off to
achieve penetration.

I remember the fuck on the sofa
but how you got, legs akimbo,
on the kitchen table, I will
never know.
You growled when I grabbed the
olive oil, slathered myself and
buggered you roughly, egged on by
your tumultuous breath.
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
the urgency of your mouth,
your oily smile.

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by fridayam

This was inspired by The Fool's wonderful contribution, but the blame is entirely my own.

Extra Virgin

What made us such animals, that night?
Oh, I loved that you could
shuck that chic exterior like
a stocking from a thigh, but....
That seafood restaurant at the beach;
the disinclination to go;
another restaurant, digestifs;
“let’s take the long way home”;
my hand in your pussy as I drove;
a dark country lay-by where
you sucked my cock until
the passing cars made you laugh;
home (where were the kids?);
just enough clothing torn off to
achieve penetration.

I remember the fuck on the sofa
but how you got, legs akimbo,
on the kitchen table, I will
never know.
You growled when I grabbed the
olive oil, slathered myself and
buggered you roughly, egged on by
your tumultuous breath.
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
the urgency of your mouth,
your oily smile.

wonders where in UK Friday is

[fridayam]

Originally Posted by UnderYourSpell

wonders where in UK Friday is

That's for to know and you to guess

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by fridayam

That's for to know and you to guess

You could be next door for all I know lol

[Tristesse2]

Originally Posted by fridayam

This was inspired by The Fool's wonderful contribution, but the blame is entirely my own.

Extra Virgin

What made us such animals, that night?
Oh, I loved that you could
shuck that chic exterior like
a stocking from a thigh, but....
That seafood restaurant at the beach;
the disinclination to go;
another restaurant, digestifs;
“let’s take the long way home”;
my hand in your pussy as I drove;
a dark country lay-by where
you sucked my cock until
the passing cars made you laugh;
home (where were the kids?);
just enough clothing torn off to
achieve penetration.

I remember the fuck on the sofa
but how you got, legs akimbo,
on the kitchen table, I will
never know.
You growled when I grabbed the
olive oil, slathered myself and
buggered you roughly, egged on by
your tumultuous breath.
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
the urgency of your mouth,
your oily smile.

Oh my (franticly fanning)

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by Tristesse2

Oh my (franticly fanning)

I knowwwww but frantically fanning what ?

[CharleyH]

You haven't felt what I have
- turning right to avoid the coppers -
cupping, flaccid cock in hand
balls swishing between fingers
simple to break
simple to blue

No, you haven't felt as I have
- peddle to metal in Piccadilly -
hairy snake through fingers go
in tug of round and round about
easy to please
easy to grow

You haven't felt what I have
- look this way -
the moist of my mouth
meets the mist of your cum

eager to blast.
Pleasure to taste.


Damn, I wanted to call this Mind the Gap, but it didn't work out because of the absence of anal!

[fridayam]

Tristesse2 and UnderYourSpell, thank you Those are the best reviews any poem of mine ever got

[CharleyH]

Vienna sausage. I'm eating it tonight. There's bound to be some messy poetry in that!

[butters]

Originally Posted by UnderYourSpell

I knowwwww but frantically fanning what ?

HAAAAAhahahahhaha

[UnderYourSpell]

Originally Posted by CharleyH

You haven't felt what I have
- turning right to avoid the coppers -
cupping, flaccid cock in hand
balls swishing between fingers
simple to break
simple to blue

No, you haven't felt as I have
- peddle to metal in Piccadilly -
hairy snake through fingers go
in tug of round and round about
easy to please
easy to grow

You haven't felt what I have
- look this way -
the moist of my mouth
meets the mist of your cum

eager to blast.
Pleasure to taste.


Damn, I wanted to call this Mind the Gap, but it didn't work out because of the absence of anal!

Hitting the spot sprang to mind here

Originally Posted by fridayam

Tristesse2 and UnderYourSpell, thank you Those are the best reviews any poem of mine ever got

One line in particular was read several times here

[champagne1982]

Originally Posted by fridayam

This was inspired by The Fool's wonderful contribution, but the blame is entirely my own.

Extra Virgin
<snip>
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
<snip>

Double jointed? Knees or heels? I'm having a difficult time envisioning this one unless there's a cowgirl riding that buggering pony.

[Tzara]

Originally Posted by fridayam

This was inspired by The Fool's wonderful contribution, but the blame is entirely my own.

Extra Virgin

What made us such animals, that night?
Oh, I loved that you could
shuck that chic exterior like
a stocking from a thigh, but....
That seafood restaurant at the beach;
the disinclination to go;
another restaurant, digestifs;
“let’s take the long way home”;
my hand in your pussy as I drove;
a dark country lay-by where
you sucked my cock until
the passing cars made you laugh;
home (where were the kids?);
just enough clothing torn off to
achieve penetration.

I remember the fuck on the sofa
but how you got, legs akimbo,
on the kitchen table, I will
never know.
You growled when I grabbed the
olive oil, slathered myself and
buggered you roughly, egged on by
your tumultuous breath.
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
the urgency of your mouth,
your oily smile.

Originally Posted by champagne1982

Double jointed? Knees or heels? I'm having a difficult time envisioning this one unless there's a cowgirl riding that buggering pony.

I was a little confused by that at first, too, but I think he means the woman starts in a position like this



on the table, then drops to her knees on the floor in front of him. At least that's how I read it.

The line that bothered me is "egged on by / your tumultuous breath" which connotes rather something different for me (seafood dinner playing havoc with her breath) than what I think is meant (hard, rapid, passionate breathing).

I think that's probably just me, though, so I wouldn't suggest changing it.

Very hot poem, fridayam. And pretty messy.

[fridayam]

Originally Posted by Tzara

I was a little confused by that at first, too, but I think he means the woman starts in a position like this



on the table, then drops to her knees on the floor in front of him. At least that's how I read it.

The line that bothered me is "egged on by / your tumultuous breath" which connotes rather something different for me (seafood dinner playing havoc with her breath) than what I think is meant (hard, rapid, passionate breathing).

I think that's probably just me, though, so I wouldn't suggest changing it.

Very hot poem, fridayam. And pretty messy.

Ty Tzara. You are right that akimbo suggests a woman on her back, her legs splayed and knees bent outward as your illustration aptly shows. Therefore, she merely had to thump me backward to allow the space for her to drop to her knees. Does this make sense, Champagne? I could provide a demonstration? Lol. Thanks to all of you.