SeattleRain
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jan 27, 2004
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Who knew poetry could be so damn naughty??? 
Poetry? There is poetry at Literotica? Oh yes. Yes. God, yes.
New Poems Daily
Come check out what your favorite poets and writers
put out at tomorrow's First Annual Poem Orgie, October 25, 2004
Can't Wait?
Check out the thread now for some verbal foreplay:
Challenge: Put the Erotic back in Literotica
here is a small sample of the treats you will find in our tasty thread
no shirt? no shoes?
no problem....
service with a smile
Hope to see you there,
SeattleRain, poetslut
Originally posted by The_Fool
Okay...just for grins.....
Do you savor
the taste of your sex
in my kiss?
Lips meeting furious
after I’ve forced you to cry out
in white-knuckled pleasure waves.
My fingerprints left
on bare smooth thighs
while fighting your arched-back
attempts to first pull away
then to grind away your sex
on my receptive teeth.
I offered no mercy
as I mauled you
with my mouth,
forcing your contortion
as I moved you to please me
as I pleasured you.
Moans for mercy
fell on deaf ears
as I hummed my contentment
into your soul.
Reprieve finally offered
only when I’d wrenched out
one final heart-felt scream.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Just
SeattleRain
words and invitation
arouse electric desire
in my sleep
I hold your information quiet
you have spoiled me
tonight I just long for you, just you
out from zipper, out for me
for me
a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore
taking you in my mouth
by the book, on my knees
as you hold hands tight on hotel radiator
looking out the window into the parking lot
not scenic, just an industrial park
truckers and travelers sleep and pass
this is not a destination,
nothing grows here except
highway rumble
and in my mouth it is just you
not a poet, just raw and real
uncomplicated by adjectives
and symbolism
nothing to post
pretend, prepare, picture
just you
out of denim
into mouth
as long as it takes
just give me your cum
I will take it without asking for salt,
fantasy or friendship
you can come loud and
hard in my mouth
truckers and travelers might hear,
but that is to be expected
it is every day
remember it is not poetry it is just sex
pounded hard and loud against glass
clouds and drops
fist and knuckle
quote:
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Originally posted by PatCarrington
You want to run home, now
that alibis lose their sense.
PTA meetings don’t run
through midnight, but
the mind-changing flavors
of our banquet, our bowls
of dessert and excess, lay
your keys back on my bed.
You pick your scarlet scalpel
from the vase, hand me
your own gift and shut your eyes
as the fine cut of the briar rose
tickles your white thighs.
The red trickle and sting
of salt as my sliding
tongue crosses and covers
the slices, feeding,
as it feeds you the nourishment
you need. You wince
as I whisper, words
moist and prescient,
shiver as I push, impaling
you and your fears
like a peach on a king’s dagger,
royal fruit, the smoothest slip
of skin as you return your honey
to its father.
Take this night home with you.
Hang it from the lovemarks
on your neck, dangle it
from your bruised ears.
You will not care
what he thinks anymore,
when you wear me like a diamond.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
New Poems Daily
Poetry? There is poetry at Literotica? Oh yes. Yes. God, yes.
New Poems Daily
Come check out what your favorite poets and writers
put out at tomorrow's First Annual Poem Orgie, October 25, 2004
Can't Wait?
Check out the thread now for some verbal foreplay:
Challenge: Put the Erotic back in Literotica
here is a small sample of the treats you will find in our tasty thread
no shirt? no shoes?
no problem....
service with a smile
Hope to see you there,
SeattleRain, poetslut
Originally posted by The_Fool
Okay...just for grins.....
Do you savor
the taste of your sex
in my kiss?
Lips meeting furious
after I’ve forced you to cry out
in white-knuckled pleasure waves.
My fingerprints left
on bare smooth thighs
while fighting your arched-back
attempts to first pull away
then to grind away your sex
on my receptive teeth.
I offered no mercy
as I mauled you
with my mouth,
forcing your contortion
as I moved you to please me
as I pleasured you.
Moans for mercy
fell on deaf ears
as I hummed my contentment
into your soul.
Reprieve finally offered
only when I’d wrenched out
one final heart-felt scream.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Just
SeattleRain
words and invitation
arouse electric desire
in my sleep
I hold your information quiet
you have spoiled me
tonight I just long for you, just you
out from zipper, out for me
for me
a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore
taking you in my mouth
by the book, on my knees
as you hold hands tight on hotel radiator
looking out the window into the parking lot
not scenic, just an industrial park
truckers and travelers sleep and pass
this is not a destination,
nothing grows here except
highway rumble
and in my mouth it is just you
not a poet, just raw and real
uncomplicated by adjectives
and symbolism
nothing to post
pretend, prepare, picture
just you
out of denim
into mouth
as long as it takes
just give me your cum
I will take it without asking for salt,
fantasy or friendship
you can come loud and
hard in my mouth
truckers and travelers might hear,
but that is to be expected
it is every day
remember it is not poetry it is just sex
pounded hard and loud against glass
clouds and drops
fist and knuckle
quote:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by PatCarrington
You want to run home, now
that alibis lose their sense.
PTA meetings don’t run
through midnight, but
the mind-changing flavors
of our banquet, our bowls
of dessert and excess, lay
your keys back on my bed.
You pick your scarlet scalpel
from the vase, hand me
your own gift and shut your eyes
as the fine cut of the briar rose
tickles your white thighs.
The red trickle and sting
of salt as my sliding
tongue crosses and covers
the slices, feeding,
as it feeds you the nourishment
you need. You wince
as I whisper, words
moist and prescient,
shiver as I push, impaling
you and your fears
like a peach on a king’s dagger,
royal fruit, the smoothest slip
of skin as you return your honey
to its father.
Take this night home with you.
Hang it from the lovemarks
on your neck, dangle it
from your bruised ears.
You will not care
what he thinks anymore,
when you wear me like a diamond.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
New Poems Daily
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