bouncing boobies and more for Todski

Sapphic Erotic Lesbian Story Poems and Song Lyrics

http://www.literotica.com/p/the-end-of-the-crush


The End Of The Crush


Hush
Lest we be heard
Take a vow of silence
Mother Superior won't hear us
If you don't say a word

Please don't
Rush
Try not to worry
Let's enjoy the moment
Savor each minute and second coming
There's no reason to hurry

How we
Blush
New to all that is this
Our very first times
Committing adult crimes of passion
Playing victim to stolen kisses

Now ends the
Crush
Idled hands hastily explore
Virgin territories never before
Caressed by fingertips
Along these chastened lips parting
Their baptismal waters of sin

Oh
Isn't it divine?
More immaculate than ever conceived?
Unwavering devotion in marriages so confining
Habits difficult to free ourselves of

Oh
Fuck
That's the spot
Oh
God
In Heaven above
Christ Almighty

Now does it feel more like
The beginning of
Love?

http://www.literotica.com/p/delta-sappho-eta-pi


Delta Sappho Eta Pi


Everyone
It's time to play Spin The Bottle
Let's see who's got the hots for who
And do some jello shots too
Here's one for me
Here's three for you

Are you feeling the buzz yet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this

Everyone
Get ready for a game of naked Twister
Let's have all bimbos report to the mat
Grab a sorority sister
Don't dawdle, don't linger
'Cause that's where the action's at
And while your at it, don't be shy
If you stumble upon a leaking dyke
Plug the hole with your finger

Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this

Everyone
Who's up for a game of shirts 'n skins volleyball?
For a net, you can use my double D cups
And stretch them from wall to wall
Try not to spike it too hard
And should you happen to perform a muff dive
There's plenty of soft feather pillows
And silicone to break your fall

Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
Are your panties moist and wet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this

Sapphic Sisters
Of Delta Sappho Eta Pi
I pledge my allegience
To the great Goddess in the sky
And vow to be the best Sister that I can
By refusing to swap spit with any man
I now pronounce myself Lesbian
On the technicality
That I've experimented with being Bi

Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
Are your panties moist and wet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
Slumber parties on the floor
Sleeping bags for two or more
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
Painting your girlfriend's toes
Impromptu lingerie fashion shows
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
This

http://www.literotica.com/p/techno-lesbos


Techno Lesbos


duda doot doot doo
duda doot doot doo
dadoot

Zirconia bespeckled knuckles fill the air
Budding breasted bodies caught up in the throes
Brandishing glowsticks about without any care
A seascape froth with luminescant dildos

Where they are

Anymore

Nobody knows
Where everything and anything goes

Where am I

What am I here for

Do you suppose?
Surrounded by raving techno lesbos

Downing Extasy like it was dimestore candy
Drowning in a flood of sweet but sour seratonin bliss
Every now and then
A stranger's press-on nails groping me
While all I want to do is to take a piss

And crawl out the bathroom window
Any excuse to escape the ebb and flow

But the tide keeps drawing me further away and out
I tread my way through the waves of doubt
While the natives just continue
To jump and shout

Where am I

What am I here for

Do you suppose?
Surrounded by raving techno lesbos

Where they are

Anymore

Nobody knows
Where everything and anything goes

Was I born this way?

Was it something that I chose?

What's it say about me
Associating
With all these dryhumping
Intoxicated hoes?

Should I just give in

Let curiosity win

Let them pass me around
Surf the wave and never look back
Abandon sanity and all reason
Foresake dry ground?

Is the answer floating somewhere
In a glass bottle?

duda doot doot doo
duda doot doot doo
dadoot

http://www.literotica.com/p/one-way-ticket-to-ride


One Way Ticket To Ride


Please?


Clearing my throat


Please?


Here comes the sweaty palms


Pretty please?

Shoulda written a note

Standing on nervously knocking knees

Fingers crossed behind my back
So she can't see

And as the storm calms
The fear subsides
I look into your eyes

Gosh, you're so pretty

Please,
Won't you indulge my fantasy?
You and I taking in a movie
Sharing a popcorn tub
Your butterfingers slipping into mine
Rather exquisitely
We hold hands
Accidentally
As if on purpose
Oh, wouldn't that
Wouldn't that just be divine?

And I really get it
You might not be down with
This
Purely on the basis
You're not a quote unquote lesbian
Relax, just try to breathe
It's not like we'd be making wedding plans
All I ask is
All I ask is that for one night
We pretend

And let whatever happens
Happen
Your place or mine
Whatever happens
Happens
One of us invites the other inside
Whatever happens
Happens
I'm sure it will turn out just fine
Just come inside with me
And purchase a one way ticket to ride

I know all about you
And your attraction to
Men
We've been friends
For how many years now?
It's not like I could have ever forgotten
Give it a whirl
Try me on for size
Like fitting into slinky dress
Admit it
You must confess
I see it in your eyes
Sounds tempting
So delicious

Pretty pretty
Oh, you're so damn pretty
You can finally let down your hair
In front of me

And I promise when I kiss you

You know where

Right there

I hope to please you

In so many ways that men have lied

Oh, won't you
Come inside
Indulge my fantasy
And purchase a one way ticket to
Ride me
Feel my eager hands
Softly stroking your slender hips
Gentle thrusts
Never too much
No expectations
Content with giving pleasure
Guiding you back
Sliding you forward
My tongue softly parting
Your tender lips

Gratifying you
Is the ultimate treasure

The reward is satisfying you

In so many ways that men have lied

All I ask is
All I ask is you come inside
All I ask is
All I ask is you come with me

You know where

Right there

In so many ways that men have lied

Let whatever happens
Happen
Just come inside with me

Christ, you're so goddam pretty

Please?

http://www.literotica.com/p/will-you-willingly-come


Will You Willingly Come?


Nubile slave girl
Severed of every earthly treasure
You would ever love

Torn from the land of Goshen
Unfamiliar with the ways of the world
Never have you even seen the sun
Rise from behind the ocean

Or felt the luxuriousness of silk
Woven by ethereal spiders
Like a glove upon your naked skin

Oh
Oh, oh
Echoes abound
Like scarab beetles skittering around
An empty tomb chiseled from sin

Oh
Oh, no
Sparing you the leather whip and chain
Like a mother's womb, I would comfort
And take you in

Yes, it would be a selfish thing
While all your kin toiled away in anguish
To bring you into the household of my husband, the King
Just to satisfy earthly desires so self serving
Steal you from your home once again
A sincere bid to win your affection
Perhaps, over a few chalices of honeywine
I could break through the dried crust of mud
Soiling your beautiful skin
And gain a measure of trust

Oh
Oh, oh
Unnatural stirrings
Like an ancestral ghost playing host to an orgy
In a limestone chamber of lust

Oh
Oh, yes
To have my wandering hands gently caress
The juvenile architecture of your body
Like an artist working in clays
Sculpting a delicious chocolate bust

To lavish my tongue upon the subtle arcs
Those proudly puffed up nipples

Swallowing them whole

Suckling your bosom

Savoring you

I might slip my fingers inside
And fondle your soul from within

Oh
Oh, I
I find my blood beginning to boil
The machinations of my mind
Lubricated by rage serving as the oil
Haunted by memories so unkind
Unfolding as gears unwind and turn
As the Past branded upon the inner eye
Continues to sear the flesh of my soul
And burn

Reaping the rewards
Never assuming any risks
Pharoah
Conqueror of nations from where he sits
Erecting an endless parade of towering obelisks
Everywhere around the palace
Here and there, a phallus

Constant, incessant, unending
Reminders, a wedding night of horrors
His inheritance
Earned through labors of birthright
An arranged marriage to any woman of his choosing

And while many maidens
Gladly threw themselves before the throne
For a chance to be the Chosen

It is I
All alone
Losing sight of who I once was

Who here is the slave
Forced to take his name?
Who was made to suffer
Forced to take his filthy cock
Into my mouth, gagging
Suffocating?
Gasping for air
Buried alive in a crypt

Enter the long nightmare
Surrounded by yet another building block
Ripped
From the construction of whom
I was to become

My destiny nothing more than an echoing tomb
Wherein a single ray of light shone through
To where I lay on a slab broken
Numb

A stone chamber that now only you
One nubile slave girl can fill
The only question here is

Will you willingly come?

Into my open arms

Will you willingly come?

That's right, Folks.

I just came out of the closet.

http://www.literotica.com/p/playing-for-keeps


Playing For Keeps


The saying goes
A man's home is his castle

I'll say it again
A man's castle is his house

When her man is away
She's ready to play
And the young servant girls scatter everywhich way

In sensual, decadent
Tantalizing
Games of cat and mouse

Whenever he leaves
She always stays
And when she plays

She plays for keeps

Foreplay in the courtyard
On the rooftop
Upon the endless stair steeps

Some of her cherished illicit lover's leaps

The maids on holiday
Dress up in her finest lingerie
And play the role
The willing mice to be pounced

She's courting disaster
Should her Husband, Lord and Master
Return too soon
And unnanounced

As they run and hide
Fullfilling the neverending fantasy
Dreamed up inside
Her vast estate of mind

The Lady of the Mansion
Is just a young girl

Just not the innocent kind

Upscale fashion
Slow passion
Burning lusts
Requirements for hiring
Most definate musts

For heaving chests
Grasping at bare breasts
For carressing arched backs
And asses up in the air

Fondling of firm
Yet supple busts
Hands roaming around waists
Parting thighs to where

Her eager tongue licks and flicks each moistened pearl

The Lady of the Mansion
Is just a young girl

Just not the innocent kind

As they run and hide
Fullfilling the neverending fantasy
Dreamed up inside

Her vast estate of mind

Sneaking up on them from behind

http://www.literotica.com/p/where-the-wild-horses-roam


Where The Wild Horses Roam


To get the job done, Cowgirl
Best prepared to go the distance
I won't be satisfied
If you don't see me
Grit my teeth and wince

Don't be in such a hurry
To throw in the towel so fast
Nothing is worth doing at all
If you plan on doing it halfassed

To get the job done, Cowgirl
Best prepared to go the extra mile
I won't be satisfied
If I don't turn my head
Look back at you
And smile

I want it all
Uhuh, you heard me right

I want it all
Get ready to ride on through the night

I want it all
Put it in right there

I want it

Inside me

Every inch that you can spare

I want you riding me
Where most other girls won't even dare

This derriere of mine
Was made for bouncing and bucking
Mechanical bull
Bronco Billy style
Rodeo fucking

I want it deep enough
To make me come from the strain
I want you to be rough
Pull my hair like an untamed horse's mane
I want it all inside me
Want to go for a ride, Cowgirl?
Just you try to break me in
Take this philly for a whirl

And try to hold on

I want it all
Saddle up, let's get it on

I want it all
Right up the ass all night long

I want it all
Be certain that you dig in each spur

I want it

Hell, eight seconds ain't enough for damn sure

Whoo baby!
Strap it on
Giddy-up my Darlin
Ride me till the cows come home
Yippy-i-yay little Cowgirl
Take me to where the wild horses roam

http://www.literotica.com/p/night-of-the-lezbees


Night Of The Lezbees


The initiation
In darkened catacomb
Hour late

Indoctrination
For whom the church bell tolls above
One lost little girl cannot be made to wait

An invitation
To a game of lust
In which the only winners
Are lonely sinners
All is fair in love and war
All is lost and gained
In domination

Unbridaled passion
Passing of judgement
The banging of the gavel
Unrelenting punishment
She winces
Bare ass spanked mercilessly
Smacked hard with a wooden paddle

The demanding of respect
Commanding her innocence be wrecked
On your knees
And genuflect
On your knees

And pay homage
With your tongue
Pay homage to your Queen
Taste of my honey

Pay homage to your Queen
And forever be
My loyal subject
My little honey bee

http://www.literotica.com/p/flights-of-fantasy-1


Flights Of Fantasy


Holding hands through the wildflowers
Lying in lush green fields
Kissing away morning hours
Oh, the dawning sun is so
Welcoming
They are truly blessed
To partake in this fantasy

As dragons weave in flights of fancy
Hearts drawn on topaz canvas
Beg for quivered arrows to be freed
Oh, swiftly is the sun now
Rising
The best of all possible worlds
And they get to live in it

Tender bodies grappling in the wild grass
Each thrust firmly guided by hands upon ass
Oh, here the sun brightly
Shines
Suckling the tit at one another's breast
Unparalleled is the ecstasy

As dragons spiral in endless flights
High above their heads like fantastic kites
The sun is the Hearth of Life
As lovers feel
Warmth upon naked skin

Strewn about in no particular fashion
Undergarments of lace
Corsets of leather

A delicious picnic of passion
Never a foot race
Is a leisurely stroll of lust

Wherever dragons of a feather
Must flock together

Young maidens taste honey drizzled lips
Fair haired mounds between trembling hips
Oh, now the sun is
Disappearing
In the west
Going down into the sea

Dragons melt into the glowing horizon
Unable to keep their squinting eyes open
Oh, the sun has
Fallen
Moans turn to squealings
Delightful feelings they revel in

Twin sisters meandering as they roam
Shouts from the valley call them back home
Oh, the sun shall come around once more
And dragons will surely soar again

Whenever

They wander off alone

Together

In flights of fantasy

On wings of dragonfeather

er. if serious comments are still allowed here
I like the way you slip into rhyme from time to time, these seem to be a rather good mix between free and structure.
However into this slipstream, slips too many cliches.

Will You Willingly Come? works well, very good

Night Of The Lezbees is a half baked thought, the highpoint is be/bee?

Where The Wild Horses Roam weel, nothing really new

Techno Lesbos is a good idea, would be better if you maintained the structure

Zirconia bespeckled knuckles fill the air
Budding breasted bodies caught up in the throes
Brandishing glowsticks about without any care
A seascape froth with luminescant dildos

and weeded some of the dross

Let them pass me around
Surf the wave and never look back
Abandon sanity and all reason
Foresake dry ground?

See Magnetron, that is the problem with Poetry Feedbag Discussion. Some asshole like me will assume it is serious, and attempt it.

And then everybody gets upset.

Sorry, for this unwarranted intrusion into what has become a total post-a-rama of non seriousness.

BTW in context Don't quit your day job is such a lame cliched retort, my guess, an anon. left it. Even the insults have become tired.
if I may be allowed my own doggeral in this otherwise fine thread.

Once there where giants
now there are stubs
Most be poetry envy
from lookin at their nubs
And here comes the angry
all armed with their clubs

And I
the ace
of spades
disappear

into the cyan air
as if I was never here

The only assholes I ever knew were the ones that rarely if ever volunteered anything that could then be critiqued. First in line to say your stuff is shit, last in line to put out.

Magnetron said:

The only assholes I ever knew were the ones that rarely if ever volunteered anything that could then be critiqued. First in line to say your stuff is shit, last in line to put out.

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yep, that's me, I think I did 5 poems last year, maybe less, and I get in trouble
This is a piece of advice (which gets me bounced) so I must be very careful...
Spend a little more time on the good stuff, a little less on the fluff.
Realize about 97% of your ideas are brain farts (this is the impersonal you, as I too suffer from cerebral flatulence) the last thing a writer wants is carpal tunnel.

I believe in spreading the love around to all my babies, even if most of them are doomed to ride the short bus like their Daddy.

Magnetron said:

I believe in spreading the love around to all my babies, even if most of them are doomed to ride the short bus like their Daddy.

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well its nice to drool on the window from time to time, but sometimes you are forced to drive.

Magnetron, I think your intention was to make me think of a rave in Tribulations and Techno Lesbos, and it does come through, mostly due to your "bounce bounce", "duda doot doot doo" and titles. I can also feel "a" musicality in Where the Wild Horses Roam, but it's "a" music. I don't really know what kind of music.

Your poems seem to be doing the inverse of the "reduction" thread, adding some padding to make it read like lyrics to a song.

Tsotha said:

I can also feel "a" musicality in Where the Wild Horses Roam, but it's "a" music. I don't really know what kind of music.

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Either do I - it is there, but never developed into anything specific.

Hey magnetron flat out busy working but when time permits I'll comment some more.

todski28 said:

Hey magnetron flat out busy working but when time permits I'll comment some more.

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I will save you the trouble.

They were all written by a juvenile delinquint who really doesn't comprehend what erotic means or how to even write poetry and has a Berber carpet licking fetish.

Magnetron said:

I will save you the trouble.

They were all written by a juvenile delinquint who really doesn't comprehend what erotic means or how to even write poetry and has a Berber carpet licking fetish.

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As once was written to me a while ago,

You aren't as bad as you seem to think you are.
Is there things to work on, yes, is that the same for every one, ummmm yes, so don't give me the blah, blah, blah, coz I wont buy into it, so long as you are willing to try and learn, read and comment to understand you will improve, sometimes it takes forever but you just get better. my first poems have been re-visited by Tsotha in the last few days and damn was that some crappy writing but it all helps you build, providing that is what you want to do.

*hops off soap box, wipes brow and grabs a beer*

want one?

todski28 said:

As once was written to me a while ago,

You aren't as bad as you seem to think you are.
Is there things to work on, yes, is that the same for every one, ummmm yes, so don't give me the blah, blah, blah, coz I wont buy into it, so long as you are willing to try and learn, read and comment to understand you will improve, sometimes it takes forever but you just get better. my first poems have been re-visited by Tsotha in the last few days and damn was that some crappy writing but it all helps you build, providing that is what you want to do.

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On the contrary, I don't think I'm bad at this. But but but I know I'm not very poetic or as poetic as others here, yourself included. And I embrace that. I am less a wordsmith with an hammer and anvil and more of an arc welder with my helmet visor up, flash cooking my corneas and spending the next 24 hours with cucumber slices on my eyeballs.

todski28 said:

*hops off soap box, wipes brow and grabs a beer*

want one?

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I drank a Schlitz at picnic when I was 5, assuming it would taste like a Coke.

I have never touched a beer since.

However, I will do a shot of Jack Daniels with a Nestle Quick chocolate milk chaser.

http://www.literotica.com/p/if-only-they-knew-3


If Only They Knew


Known in circles as the Creepy Goth Girl
To me, she is the Mistress of the Midnight Hour
Amongst weeds in the Garden of Eden at dusk
She stands tall like a precious flower

A white orchid

Oh, won't you take a chance on me
Won't you give me a whirl
I'm just a lonely girl
What you get is what you see

In my daydreams of forbidden romance
With her, naked and free, I could be myself
A wild stallion only she could tame
If only
Oh, if only
She even knew my name

If only

She was always Miss Popularity Contest
Reigning Prom Night Queen, fairest of the fair
The most beautiful creature there ever was
With a silky mane of flowing hair

A bronze mustang

Oh, won't you give me a whirl
Won't you take a chance on me
I'm just a homely girl
What you see is what you get

My fantasies of laying together unfurl
With her, naked and wet, I could be myself
A misted lilly in full bloom
If only
Oh, if only
She even knew I was in the room

If only

If only they knew

Oh, if only

If only we knew
You and I would never be lonely again
Touching petals glistening in the moonlight
The nights wouldn't be as dark and despairing
Riding hard and fast under sun so bright
The days would be nowhere near as dreary
Together, wet and naked, free
I could be myself with you
You could be yourself with me
And never would we forget
What we've always felt
Nurtured and grown
My love for you
Your love for me
The truth we have always known

http://www.literotica.com/p/tribulations-lesbo-techno


Tribulations ( Lesbo Techno )


Sally, why are you staring at me like that?


Tribulations


Tribulations


Tribulations across the nations
Young ladies in awkward social situations
Sequel to the best time of their life
Spent in sorrow, joy and strife
Living for today inspite of tomorrow
Embracing their college years
Dormitized with all their peers
It's realized, don't act surprised
Deep down inside
They're all queers

bounce bounce

Experimentations

bounce bounce

With sexual orientations

bounce bounce

Indoctrinations

Breaching the gates of taboo
In late night same sex fornications
Moaning and groaning
Writhing mass of flesh and limbs
Legs spread apart
Wishboning one another
Hips grinding lips
T-boning
Under sheets, in shower stalls
Denial crumbles, resistance falls

bounce bounce

Rachel, why is your hand on my knee?

bounce bounce

Lick it right there, Stephanie - oh yeah!

bounce bounce

Susie, why don't you come over here

bounce bounce

And stick your finger in my

bounce

The SYSTEM works
flushes as required
adheres to basic
hygenic scrutiny

BUT ONLY IF
IF
IF EVERY backwash pebble
STANDS UP to be Counted!
Like hair on a 50-year-old
woman's leg. With SPINE!

OBEY! Or you will not get
the red letter dog treat
that no real poet
gives a fuck about anyway.