writing live

[smithpeter]

~no cheating allowed~
take all the time you want but start and finish your piece without leaving.
Don't edit either. Seeing your typos is like seeing your underwear when you did not want it to show. All the more delightful.
It must be erotic. Need not be disgusting, but what the hell, why not if that is your cup of tea or coffee.

rules: Don't pull it in from someplace else. Write now and spontaneously combust.

Don't be afraid to be a fool. I know about that stuff.

[smithpeter]

tempted by the moon
not as near as your room
so far afield, so near to ear
so tickled

my heat is
it can not be turned down

there is an issue
about your toes
the color of them and your
sense of honor

the taste of them
and your fingers
sucked often
and dunked often
seldom dipped

[WickedEve]

breathless
beyond the edge
slow plummet

exhilarated
icy nude
at moon altitude

fire in the night
the heat
burn to ash
spread over you

die again die
in ecstasy

Edit: It's 2008 and I found this post from 6 years ago. My god, did I write that crap?!?

[Angeline]

ok. (repeat to self ..unedited, unedited)

fortune and men's eyes
perhaps unwise to see
too far

but i looked
there you still are
your eyes on me

my good fortune
to be so here
i think it is now

clear
as the smile on your face
fortune and grace

it's all the same
ends in the same place
the trace of kisses

on your ear

(um i stole the first line from shakespeare, that's ok right?)

[WickedEve]

can we go back and edit now? huh? can we? I used fire, burn, and ecstasy!!! Is that a no no? Can I burn without being cliche?

[Hot4Heels]

Kisses Kisses
and soft caresses,
turn to hot passion
with the falling of dresses.

Touches Touches
and long embraces,
sweet interuptions
with the changing of places.

Nibles Nibles
and cherishing licks,
two lovers in throes
without any dicks.

[smithpeter]

in deep and deep out
some friends like to shout
my honey is asking delicately
I answer delicatly
she begins to hollower
I duck
I love to suck
but somehow it is real
that crashing flower pot
my head
my so pretty nose
now caved

[smithpeter]

you may edit all you want.

however.

you are not allowed to edit.

no pretty prizes for editors.

[Rybka]

Why should I write for your comment?
I am a shooting star, you not a comet.
Give from the sparks of the heart,
instead of the farts
from inside the brain.

again and again,
You all have the smarts,
Enough to analyze art.
Your lack of insight makes me want to vomit!
Why should I care for your comment?



Regards,                 Rybka

[Angeline]

no change was made
no comma added
no rearrange
nothing padded

made not a single
compromise
so dare i ask you
what's the prize?

[_Land]

You ask to see inside
the emptyness, my void
and i cant even hide behind
the walls of edited blame

The edits ar my sheild
what i hide behind
displays of emotion
some color taken out.

you wouldnt even like me
if all the darkness inside
came suddenly bursting
in an array of angry spouts

You though my shit was bad before
well now you will know for sure
that what i wrote and edited
was innocent and pure.

[lickmyboot]

my cup of tea

I'm reaching for the kettle dear,
you're reaching for my behind
The water's almost boiling
and you're still trying to warm me up
A kiss, a spill of sugar
suckle nipples for a time
the cock is crowing
you're cock keeps growing
skirt's lifted, and you're probing me
in time with the kettle's whine
we're breaking all the tea cups
laid nicely on the table
Come again inside me once again,
Twice more if you're able!

[phatcat]

I came to cum, and came to see
The thread you started here.
The challenge thrown, I say "mercée"
my skills have none to fear.

No changes will I need to make
my verse comes genuine
The rules you set, I will not brake
I hope I get to win

the prize you tout. I'd like to know,
I'm burning to find out
If what I write should be a show,
a scene to talk about?

Or, like these other poets, who,
while writing towards their prize
wrote buzzing lines I have to 'shoo'
away from stinging eyes.

They are too sweet, to vapid, oh,
My condescending tone!
Please do excuse, my manner's low,
which I do not condone.

Instead of typing you a book,
I'd rather take is slow.
For I have other poems, look,
and make my ego grow.

[smithpeter]

I often enter threads at the end and so miss the point, purpose or challenge. Then I reply with posts that are far from on the point.
This tread is for posting a poem live into the Literotica Forum reply window.
No cut and paste, no returning to edit.
Once it's there, it is there.
good luck,
pray for peace

[smithpeter]

luck is meaning less
everyday
without the luxury of hours
pointed in one direction
aimed at poeming
short breaks to stand
up, turn my back

[Elda Furry]

I ordered Fred from Won't Pop Products Inc.
He was six feet of washable latex
with synthetic blond hair
and blue #362 eyes.

He arrived folded and polite.
I blew him long into the night
and by morning I had a man.

[stargirl32]

shakespear said to thy own self be true

but is that wise
with all mans lies
and the wicked womens to?


to be true i'ed have to lie to myself most of all
then were would we be
trapped in history
repeating the same lies till we fall


in this game of life whats does a whiite lie count for if it
is , we agree
something that it can be

a chance to make things right with out the shit


do i tell the truth and damn the crap that fall apon my head
dodge the axe
take the wacks
and lay down and play dead?

[Suzi]

Originally posted by Angeline
ok. (repeat to self ..unedited, unedited)

fortune and men's eyes
perhaps unwise to see
too far

but i looked
there you still are
your eyes on me

my good fortune
to be so here
i think it is now

clear
as the smile on your face
fortune and grace

it's all the same
ends in the same place
the trace of kisses

on your ear

(um i stole the first line from shakespeare, that's ok right?)

Whoa! if you only knew what that just did to me Angeline!

[karmadog]

Hey how are ya's
Where
have ya been's

hazy rooms and wedding band shadows

Like a poker game
ya gotta keep your hands
on the table

At least when they're looking

[Suzi]

standing at the kitchen sink
hear a knock upon the door
I call "Door's open I think"
hear footsteps crossing the floor

feel strong arms around me
tear off my clothes, leave shreds
the shadow I only see
Silhouette's of our heads

feel rough hands probe and touch
feel firm against my ass
"Wanna fuck you so much"
Words by my ear to pass

Rough hands steer me to my room
I struggle, fall to my knees
Day seems suddenly filled with gloom
And I am begging "Pleaaase..."

No more struggle, no more push
Suddenly am aware...
Oh gods he kneels behind my tush
And now has grabbed my hair.

Deep thrust into tender void
Only a moment for the pain...
Then the force I enjoy...
Against the cock I strain.

Slamming hips to butt
Moans and grunts do blend
Victim now a slut
Animal passion's end

One last stroke, he cums
One last thrust, I cream
In that moment he pumps
He makes true my dream

Look behind, I smile
I see my loving man
We like to spice it up
Whenever we can!

[REDWAVE]

The smooth surfaces of her dreams
come sailing
by the bourse of the blue sea
indelible
hidden
totally uncorruscated
in the madness of the desert twilight
by the bottom of the ocean
surf safely now along the sands of time
in the unmitigated blaring
of the neon god

some of us are leaving now
sailing on to another sea
perhaps to a far, far better world
perhaps to oblivion

[Angeline]

and thank you Suzi, lol, I didn't really think about that poem while writing--it just went where it went.

these poems are just great--what an odd lot we are, lol!

Eve, did you notice that Fred rhymes with Ted? Just a thought, lol.

[WickedEve]

Fred, Ted
give 'em head
in your bed
or fuck them instead

Anyway... lol I remember good old Fred. He was Elda's love interest a few years back. Not surprised she named her rubber lover that. At least I know now why she always seems so out of breath.

[Elda Furry]

Originally posted by WickedEve
Fred, Ted
give 'em head
in your bed
or fuck them instead

Anyway... lol I remember good old Fred. He was Elda's love interest a few years back. Not surprised she named her rubber lover that. At least I know now why she always seems so out of breath.

I hope you're not making fun of me or my breathing-challenged man. So far, he's only popped once, but that was my fault for biting his nipples too hard.

[Suzi]

Originally posted by Elda Furry

I hope you're not making fun of me or my breathing-challenged man. So far, he's only popped once, but that was my fault for biting his nipples too hard.

ROTFLMAO!!!