erotic poetic challenge

[wildsweetone]

after looking through the reviews today i'd like to suggest a challenge. if you're up to it, that is.

write an erotic poetic poem


that's it. easy peasy. erotic and poetic.

this is Literotica after all.

post 'em here please.

 

[WickedEve]

Give me more. Like the poem has to be about fuchsia dildos. Or how about a list of taboo words: passion, lust, desire and mayonnaise.

Nevermind... I'm using mayonnaise.

I don't know, WSO. Not sure where to start. I need some guidance. I need a thrill of some sort to stimulate my imagination. Tell me some sexually filthy thing that you've done. Make it shocking.

 

[Liar]

bless me father,
for I have sand

in places I couldn't fathom
three hours ago

but the sun glowed
and so did the fingertips
typing secret poems
on the small of my back

and I'm still not sure
if it was sea or sweat
that salted my tongue,
if it was waves or laughter
drowning in my ears,

or her name
or why she was there,

so very, very
there

before turning on a pebble
licking a last sigh from my lips

and leaving this trembling shell
to cool off
at a breaking shore

 

[The_Fool]

Me? Write erotic? Never happen...

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Me? Write erotic? Never happen...

Ooooh! That's erotic!

 

[WickedEve]

bless me father,
for I have sand

in places I couldn't fathom
three hours ago

That's priceless!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

That's priceless!

Brilliant, even. [Snagglepuss voice.]

 

[wildsweetone]

Give me more. Like the poem has to be about fuchsia dildos. Or how about a list of taboo words: passion, lust, desire and mayonnaise.

Nevermind... I'm using mayonnaise.

I don't know, WSO. Not sure where to start. I need some guidance. I need a thrill of some sort to stimulate my imagination. Tell me some sexually filthy thing that you've done. Make it shocking.

i once... no nevermind.

come on, just write something!

if you want boundaries, then write something erotic and poetic without using food, or cliches, or straight sex descriptions.

 

[wildsweetone]

bless me father,
for I have sand

in places I couldn't fathom
three hours ago

but the sun glowed
and so did the fingertips
typing secret poems
on the small of my back

and I'm still not sure
if it was sea or sweat
that salted my tongue,
if it was waves or laughter
drowning in my ears,

or her name
or why she was there,

so very, very
there

before turning on a pebble
licking a last sigh from my lips

and leaving this trembling shell
to cool off
at a breaking shore

thank you liar

so very, very
there

does that not just say it all?

love it and the whole poem!

 

[WickedEve]

i once... no nevermind.

come on, just write something!

if you want boundaries, then write something erotic and poetic without using food, or cliches, or straight sex descriptions.

I'm working on something but it's making me feel dirty in a bad way and a bit disturbed. I wonder why I can't just be normal.

I'll share as soon as I'm done.

 

[champagne1982]

spring weeps like a young woman
emotions landing on her chest
and leaving lacy patterns
on rounded breasts like the bra
discarded and left beside the bed

tongue tip ploughs a canal
through hollows and canyons
taming the delta below sunset-
pink crests as the rain clouds brush
their shadows against my lips
in a caress of departure

outflow swamps the dimpled oxbow
valley until puddled moisture settles
at the well where more than sighs
and quenching murmurs sparkle
in welcome for my thirsty wanderer

 

[normal jean]

bless me father,
for I have sand

in places I couldn't fathom
three hours ago

but the sun glowed
and so did the fingertips
typing secret poems
on the small of my back

and I'm still not sure
if it was sea or sweat
that salted my tongue,
if it was waves or laughter
drowning in my ears,

or her name
or why she was there,

so very, very
there

before turning on a pebble
licking a last sigh from my lips

and leaving this trembling shell
to cool off
at a breaking shore

OMG!!

I am so in awe of you and this poem, I am actually panting

great work!

 

[normal jean]

I'm working on something but it's making me feel dirty in a bad way and a bit disturbed. I wonder why I can't just be normal.

I'll share as soon as I'm done.

Precious Wicked One,

Whats so great about being Normal? Its really overrated, I promise you



normal jeane

 

[ramonathompson]

*smile*

Hope you all like this one.

The Power of Pleasure

Tonight lover
Kiss me
All over my aching desire
Teach me
Everything and anything that I can do to make you
Forever mine
Show me yours
Let me show you mine
Clothes fall to the floor
Time passes slowly
As we begin the first of what I hope will be
Many, many more erotic lessons
Dying to live
In your arms
Living I die
This is it
This is......


The power of pleasure

2007 Ramona Thompson

 

[WickedEve]

Precious Wicked One,

Whats so great about being Normal? Its really overrated, I promise you



normal jeane

I controlled my weird impulses and disturbing humor.

I hope no one is grossed out by senior sex. No, I'm not a senior citizen... yet. My lover is sixty, though.

I'd like to smack this poem around a bit more, but for now, here you go, WSO.


He settles deeply into his chair,
with his old man's cock,
and through his waning darkness,

the gray is waxing. I want
this old man. I want him
white and needing rest.
"Sleep.

Then wakeup inside me."
I kneel. His body stiffens,
and there will be no rest.

 

[ramonathompson]

I controlled my weird impulses and disturbing humor.

I hope no one is grossed out by senior sex. No, I'm not a senior citizen... yet. My lover is sixty, though.

I'd like to smack this poem around a bit more, but for now, here you go, WSO.


He settles deeply into his chair,
with his old man's cock,
and through his waning darkness,

the gray is waxing. I want
this old man. I want him
white and needing rest.
"Sleep.

Then wakeup inside me."
I kneel. His body stiffens,
and there will be no rest.

*smile*

nice and kinky, I loved it!

 

[Remec]

I don't know, WSO. Not sure where to start. I need some guidance. I need a thrill of some sort to stimulate my imagination. Tell me some sexually filthy thing that you've done. Make it shocking.

You can be shocked? *grin*

 

[The_Fool]

He begged to be let in the back door,
knocking insistently in the dark.

The front door was always open to him,
an unlatched screen
he could simply pull open
and feel welcome in her home.

But he would rather rattle
the chained back door,
wanting to sneak in the back way
that others didn’t think about.

Most of the time,
She made him come around to the front,
not wanting to unlatch that door
since sometimes it was hard to open.

But sometimes, she waited for him to ask,
leaving the back light lit,
mostly just for him.
But if someone else were to ask.

she might open that door
or she might just smile and talk awhile.

 

[WickedEve]

You can be shocked? *grin*

Totally off-topic, but I'll be in VA Beach starting on the 10th of June. Tell me, are there places to shop near the beach (very near) when I can buy a freakin' pair of heelies for my kid? You know the shoe with the wheel in the heel? I can't find them around here and she wants to roll on the boardwalk.

No. I really I can't be shocked anymore.

 

[WickedEve]

He begged to be let in the back door,
knocking insistently in the dark.

The front door was always open to him,
an unlatched screen
he could simply pull open
and feel welcome in her home.

But he would rather rattle
the chained back door,
wanting to sneak in the back way
that others didn’t think about.

Most of the time,
She made him come around to the front,
not wanting to unlatch that door
since sometimes it was hard to open.

But sometimes, she waited for him to ask,
leaving the back light lit,
mostly just for him.
But if someone else were to ask.

she might open that door
or she might just smile and talk awhile.

Ohhh, what could this be about? Hmm...

 

[wildsweetone]

yours needs smacking around WE? i think mine needs a jackhammer, or stick of dynamite, or something.



Sixty you say?

I've had sixty,
can top that by four
and more fulsome a feast
I cannot recall.

There was a hunger hidden
behind hooded blue
eyes that saw more
than they let on,
more than they held.
They beheld a lot.

There was gentleness
when I needed calming,
and strength
when I wouldn't wait.

One hand, signed
with history,
tarried on my skin,
that soothing touch
that slows the pace,
stops each moment.

So acutely felt
were the tongue,
the lips,
the cock,
that ghosts forgot
their wandering
and watched through silvered panes

stopped and watched,
listening for those soft sighs
that one in love with a sixty plus
emits on outward breaths,
on exhales scented with love
layered in lust
and luscious tensions.

Light the candle, lover,
I know you are ready again.

 

[The_Fool]

Ohhh, what could this be about? Hmm...

still working on the dildo poem...

 

[WickedEve]

still working on the dildo poem...

You're writing a dildo poem?
Let me comfortable...
Okay, I'm waiting.

 

[champagne1982]

<pout=on>It's wonderful to be sandwiched between a liar and a fool... But were ramona's and my poems so ... soo?
shhheeesh... and WEve was the filling? .. Crimminy, I may as well put my erotica back in my panty drawer.
</pout>
Seriously, wonderful poems on this thread, everyone. Fun and sexy, just like life should be. Thanks for giving me the reading!

 

[The_Fool]

There are like three or four lines I like in this, but the hell with it. It said write me so there you go...


Her other man of flesh and blood
Has no flesh, no blood
And is no man
But is always there for her.

While not the same as her special man,
she is able to set the flow and tone.
With her imagination
It does come alive.

She responds slowly to its touch,
carefully guided by her desires,
Without complications,
answering her whims

and offering a respite from her urges.
Yes, she has urges
that she doesn’t talk about,
much.

So when she feels the need
and her special man is out of town,
she invites him out of hiding
from her lingerie drawer.

It never leaves a present inside
or on her.
(That can be a disappointment as well
but also less to explain.)

When she is done,
she can caress him lightly,
smile fondly,
And tuck him back away.