Say It Out Loud

[sweepthefloor]

Easy listening to my poetry out loud.

Sleepy-Fuck-Eyes

Gold Dust and Jelly Jars

We Are Not Violins

 

[HoHoBomb]

request please

I have fake plastic pearls that wrap my neck. They are peeling and chipped and cheap like me. They are big like the salty load that spills into my mouth. I drink the life of his sea, willingly.
He is the ocean.
I won't drown if I keep swallowing.
sweepthefloor

reminds me of mardi gras, love it!

 

[sweepthefloor]

Cheap Pearls
thank you!

 

[bronzeage]

I love We are not violins.

You have an incredibly sexy voice.

 

[HoHoBomb]

Cheap Pearls
thank you!

Brilliant!

Merci

 

[sweepthefloor]

I love We are not violins.

You have an incredibly sexy voice.

hello. well, thank you very much!
do you read minds?

 

[sweepthefloor]

Brilliant!

Merci

<curtsey>

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I love We are not violins.

You have an incredibly sexy voice.

Ditto! Great performance.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Ditto! Great performance.

Thanks! I should have taken up theatrics instead of nursing.

 

[bronzeage]

hello. well, thank you very much!
do you read minds?

It looks like I can, but it is really just a clever trick.

 

[sweepthefloor]

It looks like I can, but it is really just a clever trick.

Maybe you should offer classes to teach the men of this world your 'clever tricks.'

 

[bronzeage]

Maybe you should offer classes to teach the men of this world your 'clever tricks.'

You are not the first woman to make this suggestion.

 

[drown]

it damn well
may be brilliant.








i could not watch them through


they'll irritate me
til i do...

 

[butters]

you have a good voice for this sort of thing! great thread. it'd be good to see others posting theirs up as well

 

[vrosej10]

Try this one of mine: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=506671

The vast majority of my poems are designed to be said aloud.

 

[sweepthefloor]

You are not the first woman to make this suggestion.

It would be a great service to humans everywhere.

 

[sweepthefloor]

it damn well
may be brilliant.








i could not watch them through


they'll irritate me
til i do...

I have a knack for irritating- till love or an ass beating ensues.

 

[sweepthefloor]

you have a good voice for this sort of thing! great thread. it'd be good to see others posting theirs up as well

Thanks! I will love to listen.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Try this one of mine: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=506671

The vast majority of my poems are designed to be said aloud.

I like the poem a lot. Especially the first line: "This is not a love poem."

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I thought it was because I am English that I can't understand your accent but Chippy seems to have no problem so it must just be me, which is shame

 

[sweepthefloor]

I thought it was because I am English that I can't understand your accent but Chippy seems to have no problem so it must just be me, which is shame

aww. I am sorry.

 

[bronzeage]

aww. I am sorry.

Never apologize for your finer qualities.

 

[drown]

I have a knack for irritating- till love or an ass beating ensues.

'irritating'
here
was meant in the most
irritatingly intriguing way...

voice and vid
here
give a most vivid colour
to not just these
but...

all
of what you have offered.

new light
and shadow...
and...

wild wonder...

i am become
awash.

sensory
wet wired...

i race out from each vid-piece;
wild wondrous rides
into parts and appendages
and lips and charades...

vidwords becoming drumbeats;
losing definition
and...

irritating
in the most
irritatingly intriguing way...

hmmm....

and yet...

neither love
nor ass-beating
comes to mind
except now...

now that you mention it.

quite a gift.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Never apologize for your finer qualities.

thank you.

 

[sweepthefloor]

'irritating'
here
was meant in the most
irritatingly intriguing way...

voice and vid
here
give a most vivid colour
to not just these
but...

all
of what you have offered.

new light
and shadow...
and...

wild wonder...

i am become
awash.

sensory
wet wired...

i race out from each vid-piece;
wild wondrous rides
into parts and appendages
and lips and charades...

vidwords becoming drumbeats;
losing definition
and...

irritating
in the most
irritatingly intriguing way...

hmmm....

and yet...

neither love
nor ass-beating
comes to mind
except now...

now that you mention it.

quite a gift.

gifts gifts- wild wonders.
see then now before they are gone.
catch them like the wind.