Tzara
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I won't even pretend that my happiness has anything to do with your poem.
I am just happy to see you again.
Everyday Erotica
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I am just happy to see you again.
Desejo
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Yeah, that poem WAS mediocre. :roll eyes:
I'll try to stick around. Time is my enemy right now.
twelveoone
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I hope you are out of Africa
Desejo
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baby_babylon
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To celebrate
my twenty turns around the sun
you took me
to Canoe
for wine and linen service
It was raining
when we walked back
just a drizzle
but we got wetter
than we planned
in a quiet park
discrete behind a dumpster
you unzipped me.
my twenty turns around the sun
you took me
to Canoe
for wine and linen service
It was raining
when we walked back
just a drizzle
but we got wetter
than we planned
in a quiet park
discrete behind a dumpster
you unzipped me.
oggbashan
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Past Love
I see you around our town almost every week
Your hair is greying, your smile has wrinkles
Of a life lived, enjoyed and caressed with love.
How I envy him, the man you chose to wed.
His smile echoes yours as you hold his hand
Not a show of ownership but of equal joy.
I should be happy knowing you love and are loved.
I am, as with a trace of might have been,
I recall our love that stalled and died.
Each time I see you my heart lifts again
You have your love: I have my love.
But I remember your hand warm in mine.
We were the first love each had known
Too soon other loves changed that bliss.
I can never forget our first kiss.
I pass you in the street, you smile, I smile.
Does your heart lift again as does mine?
Each time I see no greying hair, no wrinkled face.
You are still the first I loved. I see you as you were.
That cannot change.
I see you around our town almost every week
Your hair is greying, your smile has wrinkles
Of a life lived, enjoyed and caressed with love.
How I envy him, the man you chose to wed.
His smile echoes yours as you hold his hand
Not a show of ownership but of equal joy.
I should be happy knowing you love and are loved.
I am, as with a trace of might have been,
I recall our love that stalled and died.
Each time I see you my heart lifts again
You have your love: I have my love.
But I remember your hand warm in mine.
We were the first love each had known
Too soon other loves changed that bliss.
I can never forget our first kiss.
I pass you in the street, you smile, I smile.
Does your heart lift again as does mine?
Each time I see no greying hair, no wrinkled face.
You are still the first I loved. I see you as you were.
That cannot change.
your midnight eyes wide
cry dark thoughts
these dirty secrets that fill you
with fear of judgement
of reprisal
this denial of who you are
of what you want
how you crave to be freed
from the shackles of no
finally you crack in the dark
in the black
as fervent fever reduces you to a stuttering mess
need gnaws with slathering jaws
wet with desire that builds
a wall where escape is back breaking sweat filled
groans of raw effort, muscles clenched
to accept the force necessary to
be free
drenched, breathless
the wall reduced to crumbling bricks
a smoking shell
hair dishevelled
a smile of contentment
ghosts your cheeks
as you drift off to sleep
cry dark thoughts
these dirty secrets that fill you
with fear of judgement
of reprisal
this denial of who you are
of what you want
how you crave to be freed
from the shackles of no
finally you crack in the dark
in the black
as fervent fever reduces you to a stuttering mess
need gnaws with slathering jaws
wet with desire that builds
a wall where escape is back breaking sweat filled
groans of raw effort, muscles clenched
to accept the force necessary to
be free
drenched, breathless
the wall reduced to crumbling bricks
a smoking shell
hair dishevelled
a smile of contentment
ghosts your cheeks
as you drift off to sleep
Angeline
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Was it late afternoon
sun peering through the blinds
that striped us like zebras?
A clatter up the stairs,
a shivered tumble,
a shimmy and shuck, the sun
in stripes on a straightforward
fuck
that got right to it
with laughs and whispers
that melted in passion
tongues and fingers
everywhere an urgency
to wrap and roll
to join
but oh your eyes
gleaming at mine, our hips
as pistons even
ankles twined and reaching
for something both more
and less human
in the glorious miasma
of the striped sun.
sun peering through the blinds
that striped us like zebras?
A clatter up the stairs,
a shivered tumble,
a shimmy and shuck, the sun
in stripes on a straightforward
fuck
that got right to it
with laughs and whispers
that melted in passion
tongues and fingers
everywhere an urgency
to wrap and roll
to join
but oh your eyes
gleaming at mine, our hips
as pistons even
ankles twined and reaching
for something both more
and less human
in the glorious miasma
of the striped sun.
Sabina_Tolchovsky
Really Really Experienced
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Burn in my belly
low and sweet
a hunger
from under my skin
plasma exploding
a nebula born behind my eyes
from a moment of touch
Now
all this fires in this universe
belong to you
low and sweet
a hunger
from under my skin
plasma exploding
a nebula born behind my eyes
from a moment of touch
Now
all this fires in this universe
belong to you
how to harness the fire
that has been given freely
to stoke the flames feed the frenzy
to the envy of all outside the circle of heat
that you have given to me
you pool like molten metal
moulded a malleable
soft pliable heat
that beats a pulse of life
engulf me in flames
take me over the edge
consume me
so we can rise as a phoenix
twined in fire
and inhale the salt of life
that has been given freely
to stoke the flames feed the frenzy
to the envy of all outside the circle of heat
that you have given to me
you pool like molten metal
moulded a malleable
soft pliable heat
that beats a pulse of life
engulf me in flames
take me over the edge
consume me
so we can rise as a phoenix
twined in fire
and inhale the salt of life
Sabina_Tolchovsky
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Senna Jawa
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todsky28 said:
yes,
and inhale the salt and pepper and paprika of life
C'mon, todski28, you can do infinitely better than this--I mean the whole poem, from the beginning to the end. Just forget this hm-poem. (Also, you may take classes from greenmountaineer in writing long and complex sentences, or ...--never mind, forget it).Sabina, long time no see! Please visit
[url="http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=976195']litlog 2014++[/url]
still in 2014 (while ++ means that 2015 will be still fine). You were supposed to do some activity in snow (with me
), did you?yes,
and inhale the salt and pepper and paprika of lifeC'mon, todski28, you can do infinitely better than this--I mean the whole poem, from the beginning to the end. Just forget this hm-poem. (Also, you may take classes from greenmountaineer in writing long and complex sentences, or ...--never mind, forget it).
Sabina, long time no see! Please visit
[url="http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=976195']litlog 2014++[/url]
still in 2014 (while ++ means that 2015 will be still fine). You were supposed to do some activity in snow (with me
definitely a forget me poem as is most of the stuff I fling out in threads it take work to make proper poetry and it's not that I am lazy more so that I am time poor to put in the required effort to work at whole concepts in minimalism, the way sonics uplift a piece, or how to make a reader intersect two or three thought processes to draw the correct moments of profoundness etc, there is a lot to learn from greenmountaineer who is one of the best writers here in my opinion, but there are only so many hours in a day, it annoys me that I cannot spend the time I need to on writing but life gets in the way of the finer things
Thank you for the comment because it will make me look through the poem. I still need to respond to you comments in my open invite thread but it has been put in the time restraints basket.
I feel as if I wont get much better than a middling word slinger because to get better it takes time, practice and effort.
twelveoone
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write less, forget profound, your sonics are fine, de-cliche. de-cliche, some of it looks like pop porn for retarded women, 50 shades of flame fizzlesdefinitely a forget me poem as is most of the stuff I fling out in threads it take work to make proper poetry and it's not that I am lazy more so that I am time poor to put in the required effort to work at whole concepts in minimalism, the way sonics uplift a piece, or how to make a reader intersect two or three thought processes to draw the correct moments of profoundness etc, there is a lot to learn from greenmountaineer who is one of the best writers here in my opinion, but there are only so many hours in a day, it annoys me that I cannot spend the time I need to on writing but life gets in the way of the finer things
Thank you for the comment because it will make me look through the poem. I still need to respond to you comments in my open invite thread but it has been put in the time restraints basket.
I feel as if I wont get much better than a middling word slinger because to get better it takes time, practice and effort.
and life is the finer thing. poetry is a fucking joke. shit you do as a hobby
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Hobby's are the finer things, those moments when you get to sit back and enjoy something for the sake of it, those moments are what make life better than work and stress and whatever the fuck else is happening, thanks for your thoughts 120h
at least I now have a target audience
pelegrino
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Can't argue with that!
butters
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missed it
hello! x
Nothing to be cross about, it was simply more todski's tripe
hello to yourself
Desejo
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Tending Gardens
You cannot stack living things away
In drawers or encrypted files for when
No one is around, indulgences like long hot
Showers where your soaped hand
indulges
When you finally remember to water
The crimson flower will be faded and dry,
No stiff xylem or osmotic pressure
the snapping stamen once proudly extended
Languidly laps with desiccated tongue
A pitiful mewling pleasure
You cannot stack living things away
In drawers or encrypted files for when
No one is around, indulgences like long hot
Showers where your soaped hand
indulges
When you finally remember to water
The crimson flower will be faded and dry,
No stiff xylem or osmotic pressure
the snapping stamen once proudly extended
Languidly laps with desiccated tongue
A pitiful mewling pleasure
Tzara
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Frankness
I just want your veil
to be lifted as I enter you
because your eyes themselves are not
sufficient; it is your lips that
are what complete our love.
Well, that, and your pussy, too.
Trouble sleeping
Taken in sleep
awaken to heat
as she drinks in your ever swelling form
this is her feast
you are her play thing
she acts the curious kitten
smitten by the vision
of herself feasting in the reflection of your eyes
each swirl of tongue
each slide of teeth
each slow lowering of her mouth
each moment
the tone of her moans as she takes
in length and girth
stretches to accommodate
the edge is a rush
shoved hurtling over
swallowed whole
and she now
owns your pleasure
Taken in sleep
awaken to heat
as she drinks in your ever swelling form
this is her feast
you are her play thing
she acts the curious kitten
smitten by the vision
of herself feasting in the reflection of your eyes
each swirl of tongue
each slide of teeth
each slow lowering of her mouth
each moment
the tone of her moans as she takes
in length and girth
stretches to accommodate
the edge is a rush
shoved hurtling over
swallowed whole
and she now
owns your pleasure
