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I wanna eat you: A Poetry Challenge

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daughter

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We have a lot going on, but for those of you who love the inspiration fueled by challenges, here's a new exercise. Write an erotic poem that mentions food or the theme centers around eating. You guys seem to love those. Of course, to make it challenging there are restrictions. Following list can't be used in the poem. Must be a minimum of 5 lines.

Post submissions here. If you're happy with your poem, hope we'll see them on the New Poems list. No time constraints. Just something to keep your juices flowing.

Good luck. Makes you wonder how varied your diet is! LOL

TABOO WORDS

Strawberries(all berries)
Mellons
Bananas
Peaches
Oranges
Grapes
Pears
Plums
Apples
Nuts(all varieties)
Cucumbers
Syrup
Honey
Chocolate
Whipped cream
Champagne
Carrots
Tomatoes
zucchini
cookies
dough
icing
cake
pudding
sauces
Wine
Juice

Peace,

daughter
 
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Up to the challenge!

I'll be thinking for a while on this one, but I'll be up to
the challenge! Great idea, daughter!

thank you much!

tigerjen
 
May I be excused?

I’ve dreamt of this meal, since my small hands
baked mud pies with grass toppings and stone decorations
for my imaginary husband.

Sitting to my father’s left, with halting words
he bares feelings, intentions, which fall to the table
amongst steaming roast beef and new potatoes.

My father examines all that's been laid before him.
Chewing his meat slowly, searching his eyes
my father finds a spark, as my mother’s father found in him.

He looks to my mother with bitter-sweet resolve
smiling at the time they knew would come,
A single tear glistens in his eye

and Daddy excuses me from his table for the last time.
 
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A beautiful poem, kitty kat


And daughter, as food is one topic for which I have a certain amount of knowledge and passion :)D), I may throw my hat into this arena.

Be back later.....with a mouth watering tidbit!

Be well

Miss T
 
Katz's Deli, NYC......Winter '87

Sitting in Katz's Deli
Noshin' on pastrami and rye
With sour pickles
Seeds squirting in my eye

Knocking back Dr. Brown's
Creme soda or black cherry
Washin' down mustardy
meat full-glee merry

Being with family
Mom, dad, and uncle
Laughin' and schmoozing
Until we're quite full
 
Indoor Picnic

Silence surrounds us as night falls.
Picnic basket next to us, the lid open.
Cheese, crackers, and dew seen inside
Alone and naked at our indoor picnic

Need flares between us as eyes meet
Hands move to touch my inner thighs
Leaning back against the plush carpet
Another hunger takes over as I gaze at you

Slowly moving, filling me completely
Thrusts are fast, our breathing heavy
Climaxes approaching all to soon
Our moans mixing as hunger fades.

Enjoying the feeling of being as one
Toasting each other,our love renewed
 
It's not that big a piece of meat
In fact, it's just the right size
If it's too big, it turns me off
I like to eat small portions

Tasting, savoring the flavor
As it drips on my waiting tongue
Holding it in my mouth a while
Before I hungrily swallow

I think I'll have you
Tartare.
 
Beans and Rice

Rolena rinsed the smooth, red-clay beads,
like Elnino, they felt good between her brown fingers.
She was making him beans and rice, fresh salsa
and her tortillas he enjoyed so much.

The beans simmered, Rolena did, too.
Elnino was warm and red like her terra cotta pots,
She grew her own Cilantro in them.
She’d pinch a few leaves and sprinkled
them in her salsa.

Sometimes, he would sit silently,
watching her prepare his meal.
She’d chop red and yellow peppers quietly,
use green Chilis, roast them first,
liked how their aroma stung her nostrils.
She enjoyed Elnino’s scent even more,
pungent especially after making love.
The Chilis were plump; Nino said they were
like Rolena, full. He liked how they burned.
She filled his insides.

But Nino wasn’t with her now, he was in the city,
sweating in the factory. He’d come home late.
He’d want to wash and eat and laugh with her.

She watched the steam rise off the pot of beans,
Absently, she thought of stringing the red-clay beads
and wrapping them about his waist.
She’d feed him warm tortillas and sangria,
nibble leisurely at the soft flesh about his belly.
 
Frisky Food

My produce is fresh,
and humping in the veggie bin.
And the celery stalks me,
demanding, "Lettuce in!"
So I creamy spread my legs,
and take another sip of gin.
Then toss a salad on my bed,
without dressing, once again.
 
THAT's GREAT!!! WickedEve....love that line "Lettuce in!"

heeheeeeeeee!!! :D

tigerjen
 
Hey, I was all worried because the poem I'm workin' on is sixteen lines, and then I go and see daughter exceeded her own maximum! LOL.
 
U.P.....don't forget

your cloth napkin and a tall glass of water........you'll be
savoring all these goodies!!!! :D

tigerjen
 
Huh. My mama didn't raise no dummy. No way in hell I'm following the Storm.
 
Ah, screw it. Here it is.

A Feast Divine

I am a glutton
for the moistness between her thighs.
A whiff of her aroma drives me to my knees,
not man, but fool,
devoid of pride,
hungry and undisciplined,
eager to sacrifice much
for a taste of what should
but grace the tongues of kings.

At last, an invitation voiced in her graceful sprawl.
I must accept.

The pungent tang of anise, figs, and lime,
flows across my lips.
Mind and body collapse into a fit,
rich and deliberate,
with no artful recovery.

Alas, if only man could be nourished by such repast.
I would sup there
amongst her gingery folds
and live forever.


Okay, 20 lines. At least I came in under daughter's 27. ;)
 
WS......

my fave verse:

Alas, if only man could be nourished by such repast.
I would sup there
amongst her gingery folds
and live forever.


oohhhhhh my!!! just simply fabulous!

I thought that adding the anise and figs was a
"aphrodisiacal" touch! Nice!

tigerjen
 
Cum, Debbiexxx,
my little kumquat.
Let me pork you
with my sausage
and we’ll make
the hot dog of love!

:p :p :p :p :p :p :p
 
bigrednz said:
Cum, Debbiexxx,
my little kumquat.
Let me pork you
with my sausage
and we’ll make
the hot dog of love!

:p :p :p :p :p :p :p
Click to expand...

:D Damn you man! You said you don't 'get' poetry! Get outa here. :p

Banquet for two

By Debbiexxx

Spread before us the leftovers of our resplendent banquet
Homemade linguini, sweet potato pie and cool, crisp cider

Will you be my canvas? My paints will be from our meal
A paste of meat sauce here, a slice of pie smeared there

Then I will kiss, nuzzle, savour you till you giggle, "No more."
I nibble at your full lips; they taste like after dinner mints

Relaxing by fire glow, replete of food, thoughts now of oral delight
My love, 'tis time for dessert, I can smell your fragrant bouquet

Caressing your small, firm cantaloupe like breasts with my tongue
Nipples similiar to tiny puckered juicy sultanas, warm and golden

You are like a liqueur, reminding me of honeysuckle nectar to a bee
Once tasted then I must indulge my yearning, seeking much more

My desire is now to partake fully from your pink lips; a parfait dish
Lick, lap, till you cum, a perfect dish, well served and partaken of
 
length

WS--

I got so caught up in the progression of the read, I forgot the line limit. :)

I typically write no more than 2 stanzas. For me, I wonder if the length is a positive growth--moving beyond my comfort zones.

Drats, I hate egg on my face.

Peace,

daughter
 
No worries, daughter. It just gave me leave to go beyond the limit too. :) I just thank you that you didn't outlaw all fruit.

Coming back later to give my comment on the poems. :)
 
Line length

Whispersecret--

Diggin' the old flavor but I don't like your line breaks. With your permission, may I change the presentation on your appetizing dish? I worked in the restuarant industry for a number of years. You know we're fanatical about how the meal looks as well as tastes.

Thanks for the read.

Peace,

daughter
 
daughter dodging tomatoes

Okay, I goofed so for all you folks still wrangling with the length restriction, I'm lifting that restriction. Those who already contributed, thanks. Please limit your tomato tossing to two tomatoes a toss.

Peace,

daughter
 
Oh, please! I would love for someone to help me with line breaks. I'm like Colonel Klink when it comes to those--"I know nutink!"
 
The Rules Police Cometh

Ok Ok, What's going on here? All 4 of you! daughter, Whispersecret, Tigerjen and Debbiexxx!

Up against the wall and spread 'em!

You are being charged with breaking the rules.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you.

(Or something like that! :eek:)

daughter and Whisper...Your poems exceeded the ORIGINAL line limits. I mean, come on here! :)

Tigerjen...Your poem had not one smidgen of eroticism in it.

Debbiexxx...You poem contained the word "cantaloupe" which is definitely a melon and one of the taboo words.

There. In the paddy wagon with you now where a full body search will have to take place.

Any volunteers out there? huh?

Kat~ :devil: And leave my poem alone! LOL!
 
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