Exhibitionist Challenge

flyguy69

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You're an exhibitionist at heart, aren't you? You know you are. You wouldn't be here, otherwise! And who isn't a voyeur when the show is good?

Well, here is a challenge to vent those gnawing desires, and to grow as a poet as well.

On several threads many of you have been discussing the merits of poetry based upon the effect a particular poem exerts on the reader. Isn't that what it is all about? Don't you write poems hoping that your words will strike a chord in the reader, opening his or her eyes to an experience or feeling of your own? And don't you look for poetry by others that seizes your psyche, shakes the dust from your soul and exposes a gem of emotion?

On February 22 Pat Carrington posted the following poem on the Passion thread:
sometimes
i want you
but i don’t want you
wanting me

and

sometimes
when i don't want you
i want you to keep
wanting me

and

sometimes
i don’t know
what i want
or don’t want

or

what I want you to want
or not want.

can’t i be a shadow child, drifting
in the fog’s white gauze
on cloud-scarred nights,
feeding you rain?

walk to me in the dark,
turn off that floodlight.

do you really want to know me?

or just press up tight to
whatever i am?

maybe

you want me helpless, stretched out
in surrender. your mouth down,
feeding

or maybe

you just like being a sea storm
on legs

or maybe

you want to find out
if history takes it personal

or if torture can be suffered
quietly

or maybe

you just want to fuck every poet
on the eastern seaboard

hit every bar
taking doubles of anything brown,
up,
high-balled and butch.

you’d probably find one,
sooner or later,
who’d be able to say no

if only you didn’t

have that fine-ass twinkle
in your eye

and briar tattoos that scream
mischief and mayhem

and talk deeper
than bacall

and make every woman
in every room
want to burn you at the stake

and wear those blistering shoes
from hell

and smell so god damn french

and twist your tail just like
marilyn monroe
over and over and over

until every man
in sniffing distance
wants to turn your legs
into his fuckin’ necklace
Just a minute, I need a drink of water...

Well, it turns out I wasn't the only one to find this poem erotic. Tristesse and I started to share our response to Pat's words in verse of our own. Over two days it grew into this poem (my contributions are in blue, Tristesse' are in red):

A necklace of thighs
and sighs
twisted
about my jaw
like knuckles in my hair...


Thighs that glide on
bristled jaw and
catch lashes in
passing.
Smiles follow hollow knees
bending bony and gone
too soon.


Topographic
one-road map
guides my tongue
to a curling wood.
Skin-blind driver leans
hard into the curve
while copilot
shrieks directions.


The navigator takes charge and
valleys parch as hills scorch
in the arid heat of
that rough and tumble drive.
Gripping slick sheets of
sweating skin we take the
downhill run free
of restraint.
No brakes, no breaks just
panting, laughing joy.


The precipice looms, railed
by frail expectations.
Careening ride tears
steel from post, splinters
resistance in a glittering shower
of eyelid sparks. Freefall,
tumbling,
wheeling through lush
space, she collides
with the feather-soft
cushion of a rented room.


Feathers fly free of fabric
like fireworks or
falling snow.
Oblivious, the lovers lie
curled in blissful bonds
as layers of down settle
covering their love.
"There goes the damage deposit"
He sighs.
I think I'll just splash myself in the face!

After we finished our cigarettes we realized how much fun it had been to leave the bedroom door open-- to let the world watch our collaboration in progress. And that we wanted to watch others, too!

So we propose this challenge:

1. Find a poem that turns you on (and get permission to use it!).
2. Find a partner that shares your reaction.
3. Write a poem in alternate stanzas that expresses your shared response.
4. Leave the door open. The poem must be constructed on this thread, with no editing or prior discussion (if you prefer to use a form, go ahead and work that out).
5 Put a period on it by March 11 (two weeks).

You needn't include the original poem in each step (though it might be nice to see it at least once so we know what is inspiring you), but include all previous stanzas with each contribution, and your final product should include the text of your muse. The use of colors or text effects is up to you.

Sponteneity is the key. We know you're beautiful people by the babies you produce, now we want to watch you make them!
 
I'll play. This poem by RisiaSkye haunts me, stirs me, and makes me wonder what the fuck I think I'm doing sticking my toe in the same swimming hole:

Wayward
by RisiaSkye ©

and this is the way I spend my day
writing down the words
I cannot say to you,
the dreams that scare me
with their beauty, and the moments
of simple care that shake
the foundation of my disbelief system
and capture this passion in
stark relief, making me ache
for you all over
again.

and I've heard that one should never
fall in love with a friend
unless willing to see all that was
cherished end with averted eyes,
uncomfortable silences and an abrupt stagger
through hell. the rending violence of
lost love compounded by the
yearning to tell, to confide in
the architect of such uncharted
agonies.

and I know that passion and
desire bordering on obsession or
possession
can play passenger to simple lust
or sidecar to the repression of it.
such fires never last, only able to burn
hot and fast and furious and so
so quickly that all is consumed
leaving only the ashes of trust
and hands full of regrets. but
my heart won't let that be true of this
emotion, won't allow me to forget the days
dedicated to so many
smiles & dreams & laughs
& tears & jokes & memories
fragments of selves
that only seem new because fear
always tries to choke life and
replace hope and faith with
lament.

and I've thought more than my mind
can hold, loved more than here --or ever--
told, and still there's so much untapped,
unseen, whole territories of my
devotion to you unmapped.
and I've come to the conclusion that
my considerable confusion is just
another side effect of the way
you affect me without even meaning
to. so whatever else it is--and it
might be crazy, could be evil,
is possibly worse than unfair and into
sincerely perverse--i know this
much is true:
I cannot & will not
pretend for anyone that
I don't love you.

I recorded it for the Audio Author's Hangout if anyone cares to hear my interpretation. (I think the host has bandwidth issues ... so if the page isn't there, and you really want to hear it, PM me your e-mail address and I'll attach it to an e-mail.) :kiss:

Does it resonate with anyone else?

EDITED: Rec'd the following note from the author ...

Wow, I had no idea what y'all were up to in there. I miss the days when I had the spare time to participate, dammit.

In any case, feel free to use and abuse "Wayward." I'm flattered that you thought of it.

Blessings,
RS
 
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Nope, can't do this....erotic poetry is the root of all that's evil and unGodly...... :D


I am such an ass.....


And always such a foooooool
 
Dayum!

Tristesse and flyguy69, dammit that was hot! And Pat Carrington, I was seeing stars. I was whooping and hollering! I read it mentally like a slam and what a slam it was! Honey, I needed a cigarette and I don't even smoke! If anyone would have walked by, they would have thought I had a climax!

I need to check with someone. I have an idea which one I want already. I hope the other person is thinking what I'm thinking...
 
Just a bump Fly

This is out of my reach. Team work is not something I'm good at, BUT I love the
idea and want about eight or so teams to sign up.
 
Look at me!!

(Waves arms wildly)

At the risk of being accused of bumping in on your exhibitionist thread, I am going to bump in on your exhibitionist thread just to say this:

Kundalinguini and I did something similar to this last year. Here's the link:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=240529]Kindred Strangers[/URL]

Skip the intro in the first two boxes to get right to the good stuff. And be sure to post a reply if you think it's hot.

Cause I get wet every time I read it and I wonder, "Is it just me?" :devil:

Syn :kiss:

Certified Exhibitionist
 
i was reading flyguy's profile and he says if you wanna know him better, write him a letter...so anyway, I found this ol thread it and I will never be able to sleep!!!


soime HOTTTT stuf in here, so Im giving it a lil bump :)


:kiss: for the angel's wing nuts ;)
 
Yowsa! Whatever these cats were drinking from their water bowl, I want some! Was there some sort of vow of celibacy around here? PatCarrington and flyguy69, can we light that fire? Tristesse it looks like you have some working matches....I might have some kerosene around here somewhere....

flyguy69 said:
You're an exhibitionist at heart, aren't you? You know you are. You wouldn't be here, otherwise! And who isn't a voyeur when the show is good?

Well, here is a challenge to vent those gnawing desires, and to grow as a poet as well.

On several threads many of you have been discussing the merits of poetry based upon the effect a particular poem exerts on the reader. Isn't that what it is all about? Don't you write poems hoping that your words will strike a chord in the reader, opening his or her eyes to an experience or feeling of your own? And don't you look for poetry by others that seizes your psyche, shakes the dust from your soul and exposes a gem of emotion?

On February 22 Pat Carrington posted the following poem on the Passion thread:
Just a minute, I need a drink of water...

Well, it turns out I wasn't the only one to find this poem erotic. Tristesse and I started to share our response to Pat's words in verse of our own. Over two days it grew into this poem (my contributions are in blue, Tristesse' are in red):


I think I'll just splash myself in the face!

After we finished our cigarettes we realized how much fun it had been to leave the bedroom door open-- to let the world watch our collaboration in progress. And that we wanted to watch others, too!

So we propose this challenge:

1. Find a poem that turns you on (and get permission to use it!).
2. Find a partner that shares your reaction.
3. Write a poem in alternate stanzas that expresses your shared response.
4. Leave the door open. The poem must be constructed on this thread, with no editing or prior discussion (if you prefer to use a form, go ahead and work that out).
5 Put a period on it by March 11 (two weeks).

You needn't include the original poem in each step (though it might be nice to see it at least once so we know what is inspiring you), but include all previous stanzas with each contribution, and your final product should include the text of your muse. The use of colors or text effects is up to you.

Sponteneity is the key. We know you're beautiful people by the babies you produce, now we want to watch you make them!
 
Willows_Tears said:
Yowsa! Whatever these cats were drinking from their water bowl, I want some! Was there some sort of vow of celibacy around here? PatCarrington and flyguy69, can we light that fire? Tristesse it looks like you have some working matches....I might have some kerosene around here somewhere....
Yes, I think your poem on the passion thread qualifies as kerosene.
 
Maria2394 said:
i was reading flyguy's profile and he says if you wanna know him better, write him a letter...so anyway, I found this ol thread it and I will never be able to sleep!!!


soime HOTTTT stuf in here, so Im giving it a lil bump :)


:kiss: for the angel's wing nuts ;)
Oooh! That felt good, Maria!

Thanks for digging this thread up. Since no one followed through back then I can only assume Tris and I got everyone too hot to write.
 
flyguy69 said:
Yes, I think your poem on the passion thread qualifies as kerosene.


ooh I am glad you noticed.... do you have a light?


and you think you will ever get your angel to give us full frontal?
 
Willows_Tears said:
ooh I am glad you noticed.... do you have a light?


and you think you will ever get your angel to give us full frontal?
A light? After reading that I could press a match to my forehead and ignite it.

And no, no full frontal. I'm a little stiff.
 
Willows_Tears said:
Yowsa! Whatever these cats were drinking from their water bowl, I want some! Was there some sort of vow of celibacy around here? PatCarrington and flyguy69, can we light that fire? Tristesse it looks like you have some working matches....I might have some kerosene around here somewhere....


All a match needs is something hard to rub against, repeatedly. It was good for me.
 
I have always been fond of this one. He made me believe every word, which is not easy in erotica.

Anyone wanna play dirty?

Backdoor Man

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.​
 
SeattleRain said:
I have always been fond of this one. He made me believe every word, which is not easy in erotica.

Anyone wanna play dirty?

Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man
by neonurotic © ....................

...................​

Go get him, girl!
 
I did not have a partner in this response, but stumbled upon it tonight and figured I would bump up this thread in the process



sometimes
i want you
but i don’t want you
wanting me

and

sometimes
when i don't want you
i want you to keep
wanting me

and

sometimes
i don’t know
what i want
or don’t want

or

what I want you to want
or not want.

can’t i be a shadow child, drifting
in the fog’s white gauze
on cloud-scarred nights,
feeding you rain?

walk to me in the dark,
turn off that floodlight.

do you really want to know me?

or just press up tight to
whatever i am?

maybe

you want me helpless, stretched out
in surrender. your mouth down,
feeding

or maybe

you just like being a sea storm
on legs

or maybe

you want to find out
if history takes it personal

or if torture can be suffered
quietly

or maybe

you just want to fuck every poet
on the eastern seaboard

hit every bar
taking doubles of anything brown,
up,
high-balled and butch.

you’d probably find one,
sooner or later,
who’d be able to say no

if only you didn’t

have that fine-ass twinkle
in your eye

and briar tattoos that scream
mischief and mayhem

and talk deeper
than bacall

and make every woman
in every room
want to burn you at the stake

and wear those blistering shoes
from hell

and smell so god damn french

and twist your tail just like
marilyn monroe
over and over and over

until every man
in sniffing distance
wants to turn your legs
into his fuckin’ necklace


~P.Carrington


beauty, condensed

When reduced to her smallest terms
even straight women want to hold this thing
so condensed, whittled,
boiled down into the essence of what you desire.

Not her name,
only the glow.

Sex and shiver of the sexual
being that moves beauty to its side
for a clear view of its closest companion.

Woman reduced to a sliver of herself,
a piece of jewelry to display
or contain in small packages
opened with hinge,
lined in velvet, crushed.

How is it you create
this slut fucking bitch who dreams of being stopped
hand smacked and abandoned where she might
have room to re-inflate into something real,
something that cannot be worn
something that cannot be packaged
and passed across the table.
 
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