Ladies, what is your favorite poem site, besides Literotica?

[Noor]

Project Gutenberg, of course

 

[Magnetron]

Far and few are the poetry loving ladies
more into lewd angry white rapping
spewed from Smooth and other assorted Slim Shadies

 

[Fata Morgana]

Far and few are the poetry loving ladies
more into lewd angry white rapping
spewed from Smooth and other assorted Slim Shadies

Huh?

 

[hashtag45]

You mean, the ones you could masturbate to?
(Lit. style)

 

[Noor]

You mean, the ones you could masturbate to?
(Lit. style)

There is non erotic poetry on Lit. Even parody poetry...

She walks in Bunny Slippers by Byron in Exile

"She walks in bunny slippers fair
With floppy ears as soft as gauze
Their nylon whiskers comb the air
O'er brown'd and batter'd bunny paws
Yet such a babe is she, none dare
To comment on her footwear's flaws

Across the cold linoleum floor
She shuffles with a nameless grace
To fetch the paper at the door
And though the cold wind chills her face
Each foot could not be warmer more
Within its fluffy dwelling place"

 

[Magnetron]

Noor,
Bunnyslippers was a bore
Sanity Sam made us snore
2bnot2b is no more
LouCfer is an attention whoor

 

[Fala]

Is there a "Yellow Silk" site? I sure hope so. I believe I have posted a couple of my fave poems on here. I shall go on a seek and find mission for you and send you the links, doll.

 

[Fala]

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1213843&highlight=yellow

Here is one thread I started on it....

If you like it, I search for others.

 

[hashtag45]

edited
ADDIT.
What are your favorite poems?

 

[bronzeage]

The only alternate poem site anyone needs can be found in the last line of my sig.

 

[Noor]

I have always liked this one:

In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia Has Been Condemned
BY JAMES WRIGHT

I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.

I saw, down river,
At Twenty-third and Water Streets
By the vinegar works,
The doors open in early evening.
Swinging their purses, the women
Poured down the long street to the river
And into the river.

I do not know how it was
They could drown every evening.
What time near dawn did they climb up the other shore,
Drying their wings?

For the river at Wheeling, West Virginia,
Has only two shores:
The one in hell, the other
In Bridgeport, Ohio.

And nobody would commit suicide, only
To find beyond death
Bridgeport, Ohio.

 

[hashtag45]

v. moving, indeed

 

[Magnetron]

The only alternate poem site anyone needs can be found in the last line of my sig.

The wimmen folk are too easily distracted by your dancing nuts.

 

[Lancecastor]

Sounds like someone should check her slippers for crusty dried splooge.

There is non erotic poetry on Lit. Even parody poetry...

She walks in Bunny Slippers by Byron in Exile

"She walks in bunny slippers fair
With floppy ears as soft as gauze
Their nylon whiskers comb the air
O'er brown'd and batter'd bunny paws
Yet such a babe is she, none dare
To comment on her footwear's flaws

Across the cold linoleum floor
She shuffles with a nameless grace
To fetch the paper at the door
And though the cold wind chills her face
Each foot could not be warmer more
Within its fluffy dwelling place"