Intercourse Imagery

[mindylynx]

What imagery comes to your mind for the act of sexual intercourse?
You can write the imagery however you want. Short, long, rhyming, anything. Just do it!

My intercourse imagery:

A heavy steel piston slathered in grease pumping in and out of a cylinder with gobs of grease oozing out.

 

[butters]

naked hand plunged deep into thick loam, a tangling of branches
a dance, a twining and a separating... a howling at the moon and back-lit eyes, tooth and claw and fur and fluids sliding down into the soil, a swollen seed...

 

[greenmountaineer]

Hunt and Gather

He turns the spit and grunts among the men
Who now are friends but would be enemies,
Except the beast was driven from its den.
On other nights who knows? Who dare would tease
Before the fire imagination’s fear
From empty stomachs? Barely satisfied,
Some wrestle like their dogs while others spear
More meat and barter bitches for the hide.

But in his mind he hears a sound more fair
Come gently from a cantilevered stone.
Beside another flame Um will bare
All fur tomorrow night for him alone
And celebrate, despite the danger there,
The birth of poetry’s primeval moan.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

What imagery comes to your mind for the act of sexual intercourse?
You can write the imagery however you want. Short, long, rhyming, anything. Just do it!

My intercourse imagery:

A heavy steel piston slathered in grease pumping in and out of a cylinder with gobs of grease oozing out.

Ouch comes to mind!

 

[Tzara]

'67 Pontiac Prom Night Scrum

Blue-lipped boy, hypoxic
in the rush of first desire,
roots wildly in the field
of her uncertain body. Alas,

the unexpected, sudden leak
of need and confidence
leave him just unsettled
and usure, the only blood

a thin trickle on her lip
where his braces cut the skin
under the smack and press
of one overeager kiss.

The only thing they know
right now is crumpled taffeta,
a strewn mess of gardenia petals,
and a tentative, but hopeful, Wow.


.

 

[corndog_]

'67 Pontiac Prom Night Scrum

Blue-lipped boy, hypoxic
in the rush of first desire,
roots wildly in the field
of her uncertain body. Alas,

the unexpected, sudden leak
of need and confidence
leave him just unsettled
and usure, the only blood

a thin trickle on her lip
where his braces cut the skin
under the smack and press
of one overeager kiss.

The only thing they know
right now is crumpled taffeta,
a strewn mess of gardenia petals,
and a tentative, but hopeful, Wow.


.

Thank goodness for Naugahyde.

 

[Tzara]

Thank goodness for Naugahyde.

Those moist towelettes come in handy, too.

 

[Angeline]

Ouch comes to mind!

And me, I think of a huge auto repair bill. Lol.

That Tzara poem is a big thumbs up though, isn't it? Really good.

 

[Tzara]

.....

 

[Angeline]

The Origin of Species

How did it happen, that first time,
after chewing the serpent's crisp fruit?
Did there flare an allergic itch each

had to rub rough against the other
in the Garden's absence of pharmaceuticals,
our pink lozenges of Benadryl,

to smack the swelling down
so they once again could breathe?
The Knowledge, of course, came afterward,

while lying in the damp thrash
of broken leaves, when they realized, shyly,
We can do all that again.


.

"while lying in the damp thrash
of broken leaves"

Now that, my dear man, is one perfect image.

 

[Tzara]

Hmmm. I'd better watch out then, or our resident juvie, Nerk, will leave my poem propped up on some discarded wooden metaphors while he runs down to the poetry chop shop to sell my choice phrase to some guy who will ship it to Mexico where it will end up in some cheap Tijuana Bible version of Genesis.

Heck with it. I'm going to dinner.

 

[nerk]

Hmmm. I'd better watch out then, or our resident juvie, Nerk, will leave my poem propped up on some discarded wooden metaphors while he runs down to the poetry chop shop to sell my choice phrase to some guy who will ship it to Mexico where it will end up in some cheap Tijuana Bible version of Genesis.

Heck with it. I'm going to dinner.

wooden metaphors?

in my day, when we stripped a poem, we propped it up on cinderblocks

 

[Tzara]

wooden metaphors?

in my day, when we stripped a poem, we propped it up on cinderblocks

Oh, good. At least that's concrete imagery.

 

[champagne1982]

I have been to the chop shop ... oh wait, the butcher shop.
I bought chops there.

Intercourse of course...

Remember how you slipped through my soft-edged lips and wondered if it was your name or god's I was asking to do it like that. You mingled in my mind along with a diety since you brought me outside of my solid form into something so liquid there was only minimal resistance to you slicing through and finding just how deep my affections are...

 

[EroticOrogeny]

One expression I'll some use is suture.
For me I see it it a geological, rather than medicl context, so other's resonances may differ.

 

[vrosej10]

'67 Pontiac Prom Night Scrum

Blue-lipped boy, hypoxic
in the rush of first desire,
roots wildly in the field
of her uncertain body. Alas,

the unexpected, sudden leak
of need and confidence
leave him just unsettled
and usure, the only blood

a thin trickle on her lip
where his braces cut the skin
under the smack and press
of one overeager kiss.

The only thing they know
right now is crumpled taffeta,
a strewn mess of gardenia petals,
and a tentative, but hopeful, Wow.


.

This reminds me a little of my poem though mine's darker:

[

B]And the Desert Rose Up to Frame Her[/B]
I was pondering my hunger when I found her;
I hadn’t been anticipating this,
I thought she’d run off like the others,
Then I thought of her mother,
worrying her coffee,
waiting for a call
when I found her,
I was wondering where he was,
the one who bruised her
whilst watching her posing white against the ginger soil.
was she pretending to be an arum lily in a bouquet wrapped in foil?
whilst she lay in the desert, on her back lazily
one arm permanently waving the other
the perfect sunbather; she had been put down
and now she was not getting any browner
nor older in her emerald ball gown,
pulled up around her waist,
her panties torn,
her legs in the form of an piercing p.
her eyes were closed and she wore a warm smile.
a maggot rolled down her cheek.
was she dreaming of her last dance?
​

 

[Remec]

Hmmm. I'd better watch out then, or our resident juvie, Nerk, will leave my poem propped up on some discarded wooden metaphors while he runs down to the poetry chop shop to sell my choice phrase to some guy who will ship it to Mexico where it will end up in some cheap Tijuana Bible version of Genesis.

Heck with it. I'm going to dinner.

wooden metaphors?

in my day, when we stripped a poem, we propped it up on cinderblocks

Oh, good. At least that's concrete imagery.

*cuing a rimshot from the drummer in the corner*

 

[uneven]

In the oily darkness, she slid onto my body
like she was docking a trailer hitch.
I pumped the brakes once or twice
to make sure there was fluid in the lines
and that all the lights worked before
dropping gears and starting the long ascent.

 

[butters]

In the oily darkness, she slid onto my body
like she was docking a trailer hitch.
I pumped the brakes once or twice
to make sure there was fluid in the lines
and that all the lights worked before
dropping gears and starting the long ascent.

solid imagery - liking this lots

 

[vrosej10]

slippery pulsing linking
pursued slowly dripping
nipple drinking holy wholly royally engaged
absorbed entirely
enthralling licks underground
out of awareness

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I am very sorry but oh well just shows how my mind works and a good education of rugby songs.... ahem clears throat .....
the engineer told me before he died,

a hum titty titty titty bum,
a hum titty titty titty bum.

the engineer told me before he died,
and I've no reason to believe he lied,

a hum titty titty titty bum,
a hum titty titty titty bum.

he had a wife with a cunt so wide,

a hum titty titty titty bum,
a hum titty titty titty bum.

etc etc

 

[eclecticlynx]

Pressing my flesh so close, close to you
Inviting the invasion
Peircing my depths deep, so deep
Wanting to stretch the feeling into forever.

Straining for the final explosion
Overtaking my mind
Wishing it could last forever, forever
Escape from logical minding.

Soon I will go, my love, dear love
and from my mind depart
the feel of flesh against flesh
as other tasks over-take

Too Cold! So Cold! you cry
Once my duties call
But it was this mental distance
that into my embrace you enthralled.

Wishing I could give you, love
the devotion you desire
But duty calls me
Though with your body I wish entwined

 

[bogusagain]

a promise stretched before me
her back, a lean highway
with outstretched arms
other routes I may take

her breasts pressed and cupped
into the shape of my hand
I arch over, the route into her
exploring the mystery of meat!

locked into coition
and jigging a comic dance
the absurd locomotion
of pelvises thrashing together

wrestling beneath me
she delights my roguish length
pushing onto me, escaping
into some glowing hinterland

 

[denicegirl]

First comes the breath like a warm, hot, wind
The steady drums of my pulse quickening
The heady natural musk fills the air
For it is a very natural thing isn't it
Drink from me and be nourished
Oh how I wish that my honey alone could sustain you
And that your sweet nectar was enough to sustain me

Tease me with that sweet dance of yours
This body moves guided by your rhythm
You set the tempo
A conductor with his wand
I am your orchestra playing a tune only we two can hear
Only for you
How melodious we are