Challenge: put the Erotic back in Literotica

[annaswirls]

Correct me if I am wrong.

Is the name of this site LitEROTICA?

come on people please I am begging you, I need some good erotic poetry to put the bounce back in my step, inspire me to dig my thongs from the back of my panty drawer, dye my hair, wiggle in my jeans.

So please, take all of the sexy innuendo banter from the boards, PM's or however it is you poets procreate around here and make it into poems. Hot, steaming, slick and oiled skin, flushed, and fingernails clawing trying to crawl away from the intensity of the heat of these poems.

Make them melt in our mouths
and our hands


Make the thermometer rating really mean something




Damn, poems used to really have sex with each other around here right there in the new poems list, we could not keep them off each other-- it was like, "get the hose or get a room"

and now it is like they are holding hands MAYBE or a kiss on the cheek and oh isn't the sunset beautiful tonight Dah-ling

someone help me before I write another dead animal farm poem.

I mean whatever happened to "somebody please fuck my poem"
come on Eve, what happened to your steamiest well, God, you know the ones I am talking about. Cognac glasses thrown to the floor and the like. God and Echoes and her spanking stick over the arm of the sofa damn! Where is she?

now
this is not to say that the poems around here lately have not been great and all, they ARE.

too great. I need some smut.

please

Please!

You know, there are these people, these others, who come here, who are not poets, and they are going to start boycotting this area of lit if we don't start giving them something to sink their teeth into.


Okay here is the challenge:

Write an erotic poem.
About me.

No just kidding.

Write an erotic poem.
Warm us up during these cool autumn nights
make us perky under thick sweatersand cordoroy.

Can we try to make October 25th an all erotic poem day?

Can we try???

Post on the 24th to show up for the Poem Orgie on the 25th?

We can advertise on the general boards.

Do we need more time?


Don't feel like writing an erotic poem?




Well, then, do you have some favorite erotic poems that have been posted here in the past? Share them here on this thread. Include the link so we can drool and vote.

I have a few in mind that have me wiggling just thinking of them.

okay I am desparate.

This is sad, to see a woman beg so openly.

If you want to put your naughty poems in progress right here, cool-- spread the love, get the juices flowing, jump start the battery, please do.

Autumn is so depressing.

Let's pretend it is spring and our poems are frisky bunnies on their honeymoon.

~anna

 

[annaswirls]

Backdoor Man

by neonurotic ©


A quick kiss goodbye,
have a good day –– Oh, I do
I might be home late.
He slips out the front,
I slide in the rear.

Just one night a week,
after Sunday's big game,
with the lights off,
in missionary position.
It bores you to tears –– Hell yes

Wrapped up in his arms,
always afraid to tell him
what you want, without it you fake,
but you cum for me –– Oh, I do
I give you what you need.

All you ever wanted
was some low down dirty,
4 on the floor,
piston action with a V-8
don't it feel great? –– Hell yes

Turn the key –– Oh, I will
crank my shaft.
C'mon darlin',
one more time
before daddy gets home.

I want to spank that ass,
leave secret bites –– Hell yes
Lick up your sweat,
And ah yes, most of all,
kiss and love you.

Yes, maybe someday
you'll have what it takes –– Oh, I do
to tell him about me,
but until then baby
I'm your backdoor man.

 

[annaswirls]

Rum Rush

Wicked Eve


Fact:

The first Erotic poem on the top list is #48

 

[annaswirls]

afternoon

jthserra ©




afternoon

I long to clasp your breast
with open curtains
to feel the warmth of sunlight
wrap us in brilliance

your forehead resting on the glass
as I lean into you.

 

[WickedEve]

I started working on one before I saw this thread but it didn't do anything for me, so I deleted it. It was about me going outside tonight in the cold and in bunny slippers, wearing only my collar and leash. (what? don't you people do that at night?) Anyway, the poem was stupid. I just wasn't feeling it. I'm tired and I'm not horny. How much worse can life get?! Well, after I come in later from the cold and if I don't trip in the dark, I'll try to write something that'll part the pubic hairs of literotica.

 

[WickedEve]

Oh wait, there's an erotic poem in my sig line. Down there. Look. Read the filthy little whore poem and comment on it. (sorry about the filthy whore comment but I'm trying to get in the mood.)

 

[minsue]

Sheesh! No pressure there, eh?

I'm just here to post already favorite erotic poetry. Done by a poet, as opposed to my own captioned illustrations.

No list of erotic poetry would be complete without Liar's Coffee Break Fuck Poem. (Let's hope he don't mind the uninvited plug. )

I wanted her officially,
to snap the circles
and break every conduct rule.
Right there, tight then.

To grab her in the routine,
just walking down
the dust grey everyday
office corridor boredom.
Conservative attire
so blatantly unable to hide
pinnacle pleasures
just one peel away.

No stealth cliché routine
of muffled fast fuck
against the Xerox
after hours,
leaving ass-prints in the tray
for tomorrow's
guessing game rumours.

But slammed,
right there, right then,
like a post-it note
on the painted plaster wall,
a pinned up pro memoria
penetrated by me,
but wide open
for anyone
to read.

As we write our own
resignation notes
on that wall,
in sweat imprints,
skin fragments,
pulled hair,
and a song of
wanton wailing
against another wall
of bypassing colleagues
stunned silence...

...before signing it all
sincerely,
in our comined essences,
and walk off
as something more
than urban legends.


You know, Liar, it's been awhile since I've given you your due: http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/fleh.gif http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/fleh.gif http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/fleh.gif http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/fleh.gif

 

[WickedEve]

Since I didn't get to do my outdoor/slipper/leash thing, I whipped this out to fu...fondle you with:

I've torn away six months worth of days
since february and you wonder about the shyness?

you follow me to where there's space
to break chairs and pitch looks,

but the spread is uptight,
pillows resistant to talk.
you thought my sheets would be sliding down
in a satin pant.

give me time
take me for a ride
let me cling wrap against your arm
while fingers penetrate little cotton anxieties

iced teas are long
and point bar
to point bed
is quick.

motel sheets are slutty
and the darkness smacks.

 

[Angeline]

I read your post anna, and wrote this. I can't tell if it's erotic or not, but I just submitted it as an erotic poem. I thought it was erotic when I was writing it. My mental image was, well, you'll get it I imagine.

I am dressed chill in leaves on rill of bone
cold night spread against our rise. In the gleam
of moon I am your harvest, warming stone
in winter, shielding shivers in a dream
of starry skin underneath the season
of our discontent. Fronds dip. The tropics
yield in ocean me. There is no reason,
no logic nor wanting talk, for topics
fail to speak in the slurp of murmur. Care
ceases in the hiss, in the wind of breath
knit into the grass rustle and the air,
look you, awakens in the little death
of autumn, clear as eyes, as the pale kiss
of fragile blood frozen still after bliss.

(Eve, do you still have my poem Passion's Progress? That was erotic. It was also on one of those discs I can't find...)

 

[WickedEve]

Passion's Progress
©Angeline

It's just one finger,
tipping silk on silken lips
to trace a bow of flesh,
to slip inside a wet caress.

In welcome circles,
lazy parody of ride
abides.

"I love your mouth,"
she whispers into his.

"I love yours, too."

One creeping finger
scuttles into curls of hair
to linger at his chest,
to taunt in giggles pressed,
released.

Oh my!
Sensitive there.

Now breathing faster,
sighing through her hair,
his slipping hands know where,
exactly where and how,
and now they kiss, exchanging heat,
impatient mouths and bodies meet.

"I want you everywhere."

So finger slides no pause
to his rhapsodic rise,
this paradox of silk indurate,
feathering up thighs.

Emboldened touch arise
and sink in cycles,
caught upon the promise
in her eyes

implies
implies.

Then fingers grasp and guide,
and rhythm moves astride,
gasping enjoined
in building quivershake.

"For me" he says,
"for me."

And yes. And yes.
They break on waves,
tumbling together
though a wash of tides
to breathing slowed,

to dream,

to silence,

satisfied.

 

[Angeline]

Passion's Progress
©Angeline

It's just one finger,
tipping silk on silken lips
to trace a bow of flesh,
to slip inside a wet caress.

In welcome circles,
lazy parody of ride
abides.

"I love your mouth,"
she whispers into his.

"I love yours, too."

One creeping finger
scuttles into curls of hair
to linger at his chest,
to taunt in giggles pressed,
released.

Oh my!
Sensitive there.

Now breathing faster,
sighing through her hair,
his slipping hands know where,
exactly where and how,
and now they kiss, exchanging heat,
impatient mouths and bodies meet.

"I want you everywhere."

So finger slides no pause
to his rhapsodic rise,
this paradox of silk indurate,
feathering up thighs.

Emboldened touch arise
and sink in cycles,
caught upon the promise
in her eyes

implies
implies.

Then fingers grasp and guide,
and rhythm moves astride,
gasping enjoined
in building quivershake.

"For me" he says,
"for me."

And yes. And yes.
They break on waves,
tumbling together
though a wash of tides
to breathing slowed,

to dream,

to silence,

satisfied.

Thanks.

 

[WickedEve]

This is one of my favorite pieces of erotica that I've written. Yes, it's brief and that's the way I like it. Fuck my head with a few words, then leave me in that poetic afterglow filled with so many images.

Tattoo Animal

She is henna and bare,
fluid along the palm,
subdued in tiger skin.

He pauses, breathless
for stripes to arch beneath him.

---------------------------------------------

And I like this one. Subtle to the point of being wholesome, but it's not.


She Has The Cure

Emmy of the mountain,
hair corkscrewed and crow,
totes prayers to town.

She comes with oil
to anoint Cornelius Ash.
He's ailin' something awful,
needs layin' on of hands.
Shout till the windows shake!

Praise the Lord,
our Em is at the door.
She knows the way to his bed.

We press ear to glass
for but an echo through the wall.
A heap of "Christ Almighty!"
stutters from his lips.

God bless Emmy
as she straightens her skirt
and heads back up the mountain.

 

[Angeline]

Here's one of my favorites of mine. Subtle but not.

She Stoops to Conquer


She stands before him
eyes cast down
in sleeveless dress
long arms bare
skinned silken flesh
close enough for him
to breathe her fragrant
hair smooth and fresh

Her eyes cast down

Essence of a lemon grove
Palermo warm and green
the top note fading to
a white-washed sea scent
tangy ocean taste below
then musky forest elemental
woman earth is powerful

Her eyes cast down


Sly delighted knowing
smile on curving lips
points teasing fabric
shifting arc of hips
she stands before him
still and waiting silent
eyes cast down
her offering of fury
barely under check
and parting lips her
breath bare whisper
answers

Yes.

 

[Guest]

I don't know about the 25th.

I'll see what I can do...

maybe I'll stroke my muse until something erotic comes.

Until then.. here are a few hott ones I like:

Red by CharleyH ©

The Stylization of Self by Lauren Hynde ©

octave drop by Sibilaire ©

Skin by Icingsugar ©

glass box by WickedEve ©

To Borrow a Supernova by Liar ©


- neo

 

[Liar]

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Love Knows No Boundaries by denis hale


#L

 

[annaswirls]

ooooh thank you thank you

my work day is looking up and I am drinking in your inspiration

my keyboard might get lucky tonight....

 

[*Catbabe*]

I have such a hard time focusing on the main drift of posts.

After reading all that, all I can think is, "Anna wrote a dead farm animal poem? Really? I need to go have a look at that..."

 

[WickedEve]

I have such a hard time focusing on the main drift of posts.

After reading all that, all I can think is, "Anna wrote a dead farm animal poem? Really? I need to go have a look at that..."

She did? Where is it? It's not erotic is it? Tell me it's not.

 

[*Catbabe*]

She did? Where is it? It's not erotic is it? Tell me it's not.

I found one "ode to dead oxen", but it wasn't Anna's... I'll keep looking.

 

[annaswirls]

I don't know about the 25th.

I'll see what I can do...

maybe I'll stroke my muse until something erotic comes.

Until then.. here are a few hott ones I like:

- neo

hott...
god neo I love it when you sttuttter


octave drop by Sibilaire ©




I like this one by sibilaire


hot dove lather
by Sibilaire ©

hot dove lather
slides between

and suddenly
I am your
saddle soap
harness leather oil
shaking
biting the bit
shaking
blinders

pull me in

until I stand calm
for the hiss hot metal
sharp pound nail
into my dead parts

hold breath for the spur
feeling only dove soft
lather under finger strokes
and the rain shower waters
waiting for heavy boots on cool tile

 

[annaswirls]

damn you guys did me good, I could not concentrate at work and even wrote a smutty poem on the sly about a wood worker who likes to take his woman while she pretends to sleeeeeeep

thank you.

sigh


oh and I also got a Kick out of our Jim's story collection DAMN that man can write.

so if you miss him here, check out his stories

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=265697

okay realizing I need my smut every day-- my soul's daily vitamin.

Ache It was slow & humiliating, just as Janet craved. BDSM 08/16/04

 

[The_Fool]

I forgot how....

 

[The_Fool]

damn you guys did me good, I could not concentrate at work and even wrote a smutty poem on the sly about a wood worker who likes to take his woman while she pretends to sleeeeeeep

I did a carpenter poem once.....

 

[Guest]

In the beginning
she liked it best by candlelight
or fire glow,
subdued lights to mask
her imaginary flaws.

Tenderly
he taught her that
to see love,
with all its imperfections,
is as vital
as the making thereof.

Then she learnt to like it best
in sunlight, in deep grass
by slow rivers,
his hands flowing over her body
like the river
breaching its banks.
In the lazy rumpled bed,
morning sun smoothing the sheets
as he stretched towards her,
reaching for her love.
And in the night-wrapped garden
to a cricket chorus
where he took her on her knees.


Later, as they aged
it was best unplanned.
Best when he greeted her
unexpectedly rampant,
proud, smiling his familiar smile.
and she would be his once more.
.

 

[Angeline]

I have such a hard time focusing on the main drift of posts.

After reading all that, all I can think is, "Anna wrote a dead farm animal poem? Really? I need to go have a look at that..."

see? this is how the giraffe thing started.