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[Unmasked Poet]

This is a thread to talk about poems that are listed on the second page of the top list. Some are old, some are new and with a little help they might break the top 10. Pick a poem you like, and then talk a bit about it. Just provide a little wind under the sails to send it on its merry way. Don’t be too brief with your words and no need for a soliloquy. Just jump in and start waving your arms.

U.P.

 

[Guest]

We are not alone.

The Seduction
by Tiggs ©

I lie awake at the darkest hours of night
I feel the heavy chains of slumber hold me down
As I try to escape my pillowy prison
I shiver, though the room is quite warm
I feel the soft, feathery touch of fingertips
As they glide gently across my skin
Each touch feels like the first time
My breath quickens slightly
As a finger brushes against my nipple
Slowly the fingertips tickle their way up my arm
Leaving goose bumps in their path
They caress my cheek and the side of my neck
Ever so slightly, they travel down my sides
And across my tummy
I can feel the fiery warmth build up inside me
As the fingers play with my curly hair
As if by instinct I part my legs
I offer myself to the sweet seduction
As I have many times before...


Well a visit from a poke-hergiest I enjoyed this poem despite the absence of line break. The author was able to create a mood with this poem. The use of captillization on every line is tedious and just wrong. But i still get a delightful shiver reading this poem.
Between you and me I'm sleeping on my back!

Tiggs house of horror

U.P.

 

[Unmasked Poet]

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....hello is there someone else in the house?

 

[Debbie]

Re: .

....hello is there someone else in the house?

*waving* Kia Ora U.P. I heard your call and bring you,

Sweet Sweat Dripping



by Havocman ©
Sweet sweat dripping
Liquid gold cascading down
Like a river from a wellspring
Between mounds of flesh heaving
A valley of Eden soft and supple
Across a flat fertile plain
Before ending at a delta of desire
Humid and sopping tangle
The juices a sweet nectar
A flower in full blossom
A ripened peach bursting
Open to the kiss of a soft tongue
Exploring the depths of lust
Tasting the fires of passion
As they flood across the lips
Like a wave breaking upon the shore
Colors exploding outward from the mind
Upon the canvas of the soul
The artist's palette overturned
Vibrations as an earthquake
Shaking the landscape that is her
Wave after shockwave erupting
From her center from her core
Finally subsiding to a glow
Leaving her breathless and purring
Body and spirit shining with
Sweet sweat dripping




I love the different types of imagery this poem brings to mind.

"Colors exploding outward from the mind
Upon the canvas of the soul
The artist's palette overturned"


Such a creative mind. I am glad that UP's thread held me to find this gem.

 

[daughter]

Sweet Submission

I can appreciate light d/s. WriterDom serves delightful restraint and deprivation here. Check out:


Into the Domain
by WriterDom ©

into the Domain of His Realm
where she is stripped of self
Immersed in sensual delight
sight cloaked with silk
wrists bound secure
breath jerky with need

for touch
for tongue
for heat of cock

all she hears is the ambient
ringing of soft Celtic music

nipples taut
reaching upward
aching for pull
for sweet suckling
to light the fire

that runs like electricity
to hooded pink clit
a sweet engorged twinge
throbs with each pound
of her gentle submissive heart

she lies open and wet
every nerve strains for sense
a frantic need for Master
for He gives her wings
to soar above ecstasy

 

[Whispersecret]

Found this today, #100. Some people think he's a myth, like the Easter Bunny, but I believe. I liked this creative gesture of retaliation:

"Ode to a One Voter on a Rainy Night" by Crazy.

Rain pelts steadily on the roof
just as the One Voter’s wrath
showers on chosen victims
clicking across invisible space
in a silent plea for respect
misdirection of power.

When you were a child
perhaps you were last named
when the others selected teams
no-one wanting to share their drink
lest they catch germs
teacher always blamed you.

When you were older
perhaps some careless partner
taunted with cruel references
to your physical and mental charms
making you feel inadequate
unworthy of love.

Years of rejection
can echo through the psyche
seeking some acknowledgement
pitter patter as the rainstorm eases
till there’s just puddles
serving as a faint reminder.

 

[JUDO]

From the 2nd page...

The Taste of Us
by Havocman ©

Warm breath grazing
Swollen pink lips
Opened flower petals
Dripping luscious nectar
Tongue tip exploring
Stirring inner fires
Body trembling wildly
Sweet juices flowing
Thirst drinking deeply
The taste of you

Softly teeth brushing
Twitching crimson shaft
Rock hard sculpture
Chiseled from desire
Silken lips accepting
Coaxing forth eruption
Hips thrusting quickly
Thick essence exploding
Throat swallowing greedily
The taste of me

Bodies together facing
Senses open expanding
Nerves alive burning
Feather touches tingling
Mouths meeting crushing
Tongues twisting mingling
Salty sweet sharing
The taste of you
The taste of me
The taste of us

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=5281

Simple idea->well executed.


- Judo

 

[fa_king_bay_b]

THRUST
by Dillinger ©
Give to me
Or I will take

Give to me willingly
What I desire
Or I will take you
FORCEFULLY

Give me your body
your SEX
your precious slutflesh

NO...
Do not give me!

I will take
I will rape
I will own you
COMPLETELY

your submission
My Will

Clothes
Shredded
girlskin trembling

Fear
Surprise
Wonder

Man unveiled
To you
For you
Rampant Muscle
COCK!

Closing in
Slap
SLAP
Ripping open
SLAP!
you Open
Spread open

THRUST

piercing precious pussy
THRUST
no longer pure
ripping driving
THRUST

trapped tainted taken
THRUST
your eyes, your EYES
openwide
THRUST

raping raped girlwoman
THRUST
fearpleasurelust
girl no longer
THRUST

girlflesh penetrated
SCREAM

More, more, more...
your words
not Mine

thrusthrusthrust
THRUSTHRUSTHRUST

SCREAM
your SCREAM

raped
taken
possessed
owned
girlslut

THRUST
THRUST
THRUST

girlnolonger

yes
you say
YES

girl
THRUST
woman

YES!

This poem speaks to me . It talks of my fantasies and my desires as if written from my dreams.

 

[Dillinger]

THRUST
by Dillinger ©

...

This poem speaks to me . It talks of my fantasies and my desires as if written from my dreams.

Thank you... I really appreciate your comments. Its thrilling to know that my words can occasionally touch someone in such a way. *smile*

Its nice that this poem has had some longevity here and has stayed fairly consistent in the lists.

 

[Debbie]

http://literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=23292

He

by bigbarebottom

When she read the words He wrote
They spoke to her
Not just on paper
Not just on screen

They whispered to her

In her thoughts
In her heart
He connected to her
In the simplest of statements

she fought it, knowing the outcome

He did not want her
He wanted physical perfection
she was well aware of what He desired
she was well aware that she was not it

If perfection were the center of the universe
she would be Pluto

He was heading a thousand light years in the wrong direction

The first time He walked into her vision
she felt Him
He was so casual in his stride
Yet, He dominated the very air she breathed

she trembled in His presence
Like a little girl

He was charming
He was brilliant
He was Masterful

she could see the force within His soul
Glistening through the eyes of a little boy
He was so subtle in nature
No one could see the hold He had on her

Every word He spoke
Mesmerizing
Even if it was about nothing at all

He looked deep within her
she glanced away
He should not see all of her

He touched her face
she blushed like an innocent child
Everyone in the place
Seemed to have faded away

It was He
It was she

The voice in her head restrained her
From being who she desired to be
Chanting over and over

He craves the center of the universe
You are Pluto

When she left His presence
she thought it would be her last

It was not

With every stroke of His hand
With every look He gave her
With every word He spoke

she became His

Each time she was with Him
she loathed tomorrow
Tomorrow He may not be there
Tomorrow He may embark on His journey

He hungered for the center of the universe
she was Pluto

Pluto is a cold, desolate place
Dark
Lonely
Echoing sounds of her own innermost desires
Alone with not a soul to answer them

Even she did not want to be there

The center of the universe is bright
A captivating and stunningly intense light
Blinding all that see it
So that they may not see its faults
Burning the souls who seek it
Into oblivion
One thing you learn with life on Pluto

There is no such thing as perfection




This IMHO is an interesting but complex poem. It is under non erotic.

These particular lines stood out for me.

"The first time He walked into her vision
she felt Him
He was so casual in his stride
Yet, He dominated the very air she breathed"

His presence is strong.



"Each time she was with Him
she loathed tomorrow
Tomorrow He may not be there
Tomorrow He may embark on His journey"

Fear of being left alone without Him

"He did not want her
He wanted physical perfection
she was well aware of what He desired
she was well aware that she was not it "

"The center of the universe is bright
A captivating and stunningly intense light
Blinding all that see it
So that they may not see its faults
Burning the souls who seek it
Into oblivion
One thing you learn with life on Pluto

There is no such thing as perfection"

Very deep and captivating. I will read it again and again.

Thank you poet.