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Provocation

Such a subtle sexuality burns
through your innocent facade.
Like an ingenue, you seem
unaware of how you look to me.
I know the hours of effort spent
to keep your breasts held high
enough to round a glimpse

down open Vs and tantalize
my lips with imagined pebbled
nubs. Nips that send erotic steam
down to aroused flesh, itching
to feel yours spread wet, hot
and full against mine.

You know your exquisite timing
draws attention to your smile,
and that demure tucking in
of your chin, reminds that more
is lower down and lower still,
across the gently mounded
humps of muscle and plump
flesh. Hidden in a damp crevice

a spring awaits the thirsty
traveller, tempted to slake
the burning thirst lust fires
inside mind and mindless
muscle and sinew and swollen
sex organs, pulsing in answer
to your provocation danced
up there upon the bar
 
Provocation

Such a subtle sexuality burns
through your innocent facade.
Like an ingenue, you seem
unaware of how you look to me.
I know the hours of effort spent
to keep your breasts held high
enough to round a glimpse

down open Vs and tantalize
my lips with imagined pebbled
nubs. Nips that send erotic steam
down to aroused flesh, itching
to feel yours spread wet, hot
and full against mine.

You know your exquisite timing
draws attention to your smile,
and that demure tucking in
of your chin, reminds that more
is lower down and lower still,
across the gently mounded
humps of muscle and plump
flesh. Hidden in a damp crevice

a spring awaits the thirsty
traveller, tempted to slake
the burning thirst lust fires
inside mind and mindless
muscle and sinew and swollen
sex organs, pulsing in answer
to your provocation danced
up there upon the bar

Long poems often have me skipping (or at least speed reading) yours don't. Quite a few people could learn from your poetry :rose:
 
I have breathed it, sensed it,
felt it tingling beneath my skin,
every time my lip curls up in a smile at some word or thought,
how much I want to tear back the vale
peer at your nakedness,
at the sopping wetness you hold,

I want to taste it
to be drunk on the scent of your arousal
to wear you like cologne splashed on my cheeks
your cries mingle with each dirty song we play
and I want your cum
I want to fuck you
I want.......
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?
 
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?

Apparently.

naked lunch is however a great piece of literature...... ok I haven't read it but the movie was fucked up
 
I want... to read Naked Lunch again
I want... to wear sunglasses in the dark
I want... a ton of cunt
I want...to find Kilmer's tree and peel off all the bark
but for now I'll settle for kicking Senna's ass
or another beer, so fill this fucking glass
todski, wtf, what are you doing here with "vale"?
...selling short?

Kilmer's tree was made into a conference table for some Rutgers executive.
 
@ Todski, I like the image of vanquishing winter with the crack of rawhide. It makes me wonder how many rituals, small and large, were enacted in the attempt to control weather. Does weather know we're here?
 
Moan me a tone
on how we fit together
hard teeth sharp that bite deep
moan me a groan
whisper fuck
shuck off the shackles
of the ordinary
grasp the air
hold onto breath and taste the damn wall
lash the ground and pound the desk
demand the slick slope
hope that the last gasp
rasps from swollen lips
hold tight and restrain the damn wall

stick me in places almost too tight
awash in the sight of empty air
moan me the tones of pleasure
groan against the damn wall
as it bulges fit to bust a gush of
God's water
fold the edges hold
tight
take me into those forbidden places
go for the release
flow over
hold tight
come fold like origami
depth and girth so pliable
so willing flesh
out this moment
break over the damn wall

crush me
in tone and moans that go on
and come again
like waves crash against a stormy shore

amazing writing, tod. At first blush, I thought "well, he could have ended it after the first stanza, but then I read those killer lines "as it bulges fit to bust a gush of/God's water" and then my mind heard echoes of "o" in all the moans, groans, hold, hope, so, go, tone, swollen, and even almost and was reminded "ooh" is a sound of pleasure.
 
Yes yes yes yesssssss....

You know, having heard your voice I can almost hear you recite this one, and I hope you will. I can hear that lovely accent of yours roll out the tones gm points out. I may have more to say later.




Moan me a tone
on how we fit together
hard teeth sharp that bite deep
moan me a groan
whisper fuck
shuck off the shackles
of the ordinary
grasp the air
hold onto breath and taste the damn wall
lash the ground and pound the desk
demand the slick slope
hope that the last gasp
rasps from swollen lips
hold tight and restrain the damn wall

stick me in places almost too tight
awash in the sight of empty air
moan me the tones of pleasure
groan against the damn wall
as it bulges fit to bust a gush of
God's water
fold the edges hold
tight
take me into those forbidden places
go for the release
flow over
hold tight
come fold like origami
depth and girth so pliable
so willing flesh
out this moment
break over the damn wall

crush me
in tone and moans that go on
and come again
like waves crash against a stormy shore
 
amazing writing, tod. At first blush, I thought "well, he could have ended it after the first stanza, but then I read those killer lines "as it bulges fit to bust a gush of/God's water" and then my mind heard echoes of "o" in all the moans, groans, hold, hope, so, go, tone, swollen, and even almost and was reminded "ooh" is a sound of pleasure.

Thank you GM, it's interesting when people see exactly what we were trying to accomplish in a write :) this one here I think will work better as spoken word, the phrases and words themselves are very predictable, simplistic but I think the sonics worked out the way I wanted them to.


Yes yes yes yesssssss....

You know, having heard your voice I can almost hear you recite this one, and I hope you will. I can hear that lovely accent of yours roll out the tones gm points out. I may have more to say later.

How about you read it for me ;)
 
Thank you GM, it's interesting when people see exactly what we were trying to accomplish in a write :) this one here I think will work better as spoken word, the phrases and words themselves are very predictable, simplistic but I think the sonics worked out the way I wanted them to.

After reading this post, I spent a little time reading your poem aloud, and I agree that it works really well as a spoken word. I found it interesting to see where I found I wanted to emphasize words or play with the tempo while reading. I'd love to hear your reading of it sometime, to see how you read it vs how I found myself reading it.

I liked it before, but I have a different appreciation for it now. :)
 
After reading this post, I spent a little time reading your poem aloud, and I agree that it works really well as a spoken word. I found it interesting to see where I found I wanted to emphasize words or play with the tempo while reading. I'd love to hear your reading of it sometime, to see how you read it vs how I found myself reading it.

I liked it before, but I have a different appreciation for it now. :)

Glad you found an oral appreciation for this piece......sorry if that sounded dirty ;)
 
Moan me a tone
on how we fit together
hard teeth sharp that bite deep
moan me a groan
whisper fuck
shuck off the shackles
of ordinary
grasp the air
hold onto breath and taste the damn wall
lash the ground and pound the desk
demand the slick slope
hope that the last gasp
rasps from swollen lips
hold tight and restrain the damn wall

stick me in places almost too tight
awash in the sight of empty air
moan me the tones of pleasure
groan against the damn wall
as it bulges fit to bust a gush of
God's water
fold the edges hold
tight
take me into those forbidden places
go for the release
flow over
hold tight
come fold like origami
depth and girth so pliable
so willing flesh
out this moment
break over the damn wall

crush me
in tone and moans that go on
and come again
like waves crash against a stormy shore
I hadn't seen any takers on doing an audio of this one... pardon the slurring sibilant shuck off the shackles. It was a fun read.

Untitled Todski Audio (read by champagne1982)
 
every damn agonising moment
I need to get to know you
your ticks and kinks
lets ride this to the edge
of my minds grasp of control
and fling ourselves entwined
into beast like growls
that groan from
moaning lips and swollen bits
all that heat
rises
before it bursts
and we gush
our overflow onto these sheets
and that stain
still
makes me hard


Ahem... pardon me while I get a glass of ice water. And a towel. Hot damn.
 
Bye, bye baby

One touch
is never enough
tongue must
follow fingers
delighting as
you unfold.

Flicking faster
firmer
tauntingly teasing
before fading to
imperceptible.

Pianissimo
reaching
for fortissimo
but
diminuendo
and
ritardando
intervene.

Each cycle
almost repeating
yet never
the same.

Arousal building
ebbing
waves lapping
at your breach.

Until
the seventh
wave.​
 
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