The messy sex poetry thread

Aventures a la Chandelle

Twenty four red jar candles cinnamon scented
Golden glow so warm it is surreal in our heads
Makes our flesh restless for the pile of pillows
Shimmering in silk scattered lazily on the bed

I turn to you naked save for black satin panties
And stiletto high heels with my hair in ponytails
You pin me backward across the sheets threading
Rope around my wrists tying tight on iron bed rails

You slide cushions underneath my bare shoulders
Making my nipples into two pinnacles at my peak
Flames flicker in your eyes as you devilishly smile
One more rule you tell me is that I must not speak

Then you grip the first burning candle and test it
The beeswax has gone to liquid still red-opaque
Tipping the jar ever so slowly over naked breasts
A cursive Mi Amor will be the first design you make

These first drips sting my ribs and scorch my areolas
As my head tosses sharply and my teeth pull a hiss
You lean down and ease the pain with your tongue
Lace my abdomen with wax as you quiet me with a kiss

Perfumed lava is flowing freely from my twin volcanoes
As I writhe up to meet you and direct its sliding burn
In full possession by these newfound fiery pleasures
The wax dances faster and more jars take their turn

Soon my cinnamon-scented corset is thickly molded
From hardened cleavage all the way to maidenly mound
Carefully you lift away the perfect cast of my bosom
Crack free my panties and slowly slide them down

Then you twist me over and plunge in breathless
As you splash new patterns onto my naked back
Until my thrashing spills both you and the candle
On the bed while I listen to cooling beeswax crack

Congratulations, Annie!!! :>

I am sorry for another abscence, and as they are not for happy reasons, I do not want to depress with explanations

I am very happy to be the 100th posting on this thread, and Well Done, UnderYourSpell!!!....see what magic you make, even inadvertently? I think the truth is always appealing, because we can all identify. So while messy sex seems to have many meanings here, it's fantastic to see so many of you joining in! Vey cool, indeed!

True to my word, I have chipped in and will add more. Reading this has inspired me to write another type, and maybe start another thread (is that a drum roll or groaning I hear? hehe...) of the strictly funny ones that we talked about (nights ending like an I Love Lucy episode, I believe I said). But I hope that this thread lasts forever, Annie

great to see you back and that you approve!

I lick my lips and taste the treat
you have left, from between the cleft
of your thighs,
sweat runs, the smell of you permeates,
like I have been dipped in your essence
and I'm wearing it as aftershave.
drips and drops of you cover the sheets
as we have rolled and clawed our way
round the bed, fingers have plundered,
tongue has tasted, we are wasted on
our own sighs, your foot through the wall
as I slip and slide, thrust into wet lust
my cock, my balls slick in your saliva
slathered in your juices
your "oh god's" ring out, between the
fuck me mantra you keep panting.
you tense and shudder, there is
no time for you to relish your pleasure
no time for leisure, as my lips crush to yours
cum with me whispered into your ear

muscles tense, ass cheeks clench I fill you,
our needs be met, collapse I lay panting
you jump upon my chest and slide
the result of our sex down, till our lips meet
and we dizzy from our treat cling to each other
never fucked like that with another

Spent

Sweat glistens and quivers
Gathering into rivulets
Flowing down to your
Pheromone drenched pubes
The gloop of lube
Fresh from the jar
You've churned into a mess
Augmented by your first heavy load
But you're a bull
Built for the duration
Your furry ass clenched tight
You pound and pound
And I'm like coffee ground
Until your guttural grunt
Announces the end of our assignation
A squishy, squelchy plop
And love is spent

todski28 said:

I lick my lips and taste the treat
you have left, from between the cleft
of your thighs,
sweat runs, the smell of you permeates,
like I have been dipped in your essence
and I'm wearing it as aftershave.
drips and drops of you cover the sheets
as we have rolled and clawed our way
round the bed, fingers have plundered,
tongue has tasted, we are wasted on
our own sighs, your foot through the wall
as I slip and slide, thrust into wet lust
my cock, my balls slick in your saliva
slathered in your juices
your "oh god's" ring out, between the
fuck me mantra you keep panting.
you tense and shudder, there is
no time for you to relish your pleasure
no time for leisure, as my lips crush to yours
cum with me whispered into your ear

muscles tense, ass cheeks clench I fill you,
our needs be met, collapse I lay panting
you jump upon my chest and slide
the result of our sex down, till our lips meet
and we dizzy from our treat cling to each other
knowing what we both felt was fucking amazing

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love what you've got going on here, soundwise, tods . . . those mid-line sneakier-than-end-rhymes' keep this together, the glue holding images in place and driving the pace.

like your phrasing here - it's immediately recognisable without coming across as vulgarity: 'and slide the result of our sex down'

the final line, for me, lets it down a bit (for me) as it goes from captivating and exultant visuals to excluding the reader in the kind of line i describe as a 'what you want to say but not how you want to say it to make it work for you' kind of line. no matter how true, and i feel its truth, it doesn't meet the standard you've created running up to it.

i am so impressed with how your writing's developing!

butters said:

love what you've got going on here, soundwise, tods . . . those mid-line sneakier-than-end-rhymes' keep this together, the glue holding images in place and driving the pace.

like your phrasing here - it's immediately recognisable without coming across as vulgarity: 'and slide the result of our sex down'

the final line, for me, lets it down a bit (for me) as it goes from captivating and exultant visuals to excluding the reader in the kind of line i describe as a 'what you want to say but not how you want to say it to make it work for you' kind of line. no matter how true, and i feel its truth, it doesn't meet the standard you've created running up to it.

i am so impressed with how your writing's developing!

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Thank you as always mrs B, you always take the time to comment on my poems and others around here and it is appreciated. I often stuff up my final lines I don't know why, maybe I should just ditch the whole last line which leaves it open, it clunked when I wrote it but I left it there I think for me as you suggested. (stop falling in love with your own words Todski)


Maybe
Why can't all sex be that amazing?
As end line?

todski28 said:

Thank you as always mrs B, you always take the time to comment on my poems and others around here and it is appreciated. I often stuff up my final lines I don't know why, maybe I should just ditch the whole last line which leaves it open, it clunked when I wrote it but I left it there I think for me as you suggested. (stop falling in love with your own words Todski)


Maybe
Why can't all sex be that amazing?
As end line?

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Maybe you can end on the rhyme, lol fittingly since it would be the last word in the poem:
" till our lips meet and we
dizzy from our treat retreat"

champagne1982 said:

Maybe you can end on the rhyme, lol fittingly since it would be the last word in the poem:
" till our lips meet and we
dizzy from our treat retreat"

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possibly, or

stare at nothing
can't wait to repeat?

Thanks champagne

todski28 said:

Thank you as always mrs B, you always take the time to comment on my poems and others around here and it is appreciated. I often stuff up my final lines I don't know why, maybe I should just ditch the whole last line which leaves it open, it clunked when I wrote it but I left it there I think for me as you suggested. (stop falling in love with your own words Todski)


Maybe
Why can't all sex be that amazing?
As end line?

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oh, tod, i wish there was more time to make comments as preferred but time and laziness intervene.

sometimes ditching the last line altogether's a good idea; ask yourself why you feel you need it. is it there because you want to make a proper ending? is it there because you want others to get how you (or the narrator) experienced the moment/how you still feel with hindsight? why are you using your last line? it's a question we could all apply to every single line we write.

i do feel you seemed to want to round something off in this instance. the question being posed is framed too gauchly to do the rest of the write justice - imo. slanty does it. right now i'm not going to give you alternatives as it's an interesting challenge for you to work through some try-outs yourself. well, that and the little fact i don't have any suggestions to offer right now and from how you've come on in leaps and bounds i honest to god don't think you need me to make any

todski28 said:

possibly, or

stare at nothing
can't wait to repeat?

Thanks champagne

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can't wait to repeat = still way too obvious. still, it'll come to you or it won't.

till our lips meet
and we dizzy from our treat cling to each other
knowing what we both felt was fucking amazing

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the final line, for me, lets it down a bit (for me) as it goes from captivating and exultant visuals to excluding the reader in the kind of line i describe as a 'what you want to say but not how you want to say it to make it work for you' kind of line. no matter how true, and i feel its truth, it doesn't meet the standard you've created running up to it.

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*nod*
Perhaps just a drop off and leave things understood, but unsaid?

"knowing how each other felt", possibly?

Remec said:

*nod*
Perhaps just a drop off and leave things understood, but unsaid?

"knowing how each other felt", possibly?

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Thanks for the input remec, I like the suggestion, I submitted the thing yesterday coz it was driving me up the wall, just couldn't get it right, but *shrug* I will keep trying later when I have a bit of time away to let it digest. I appreciate the time to post, if I think I've got it right I'll re-post it here see what you think.

bumpety bump

UnderYourSpell said:

Love it or hate it please join in

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"?

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You're priceless. I feel myself becoming a fan

Kilroy: better than just being becoming

GuiltyPleasure said:

"It's your turn,"
he says,
"to sleep on the wet spot,
you leaked
what was my gift
to you
so you lie in it."

But I don't mind,
it warms
under my hip as
we spoon
and he glues himself
to me
until morning.

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I seem to remember seeing, in the late 1970s "let HIM sleep on the wet spot as a graffitum on the wall of one of the stalls in the female bathroom at Ottawa Medical school.

ah, there were times when
i'd beat the cheshire cat for smugness
there's much to be said for cream's cool kiss

yeth