Just wrote this, seconds ago....

[Seattle1120]

Tell me what you think

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At 1:30 I heard the message you left me
You've stopped off at the store and got some food and
you'd like me to stop by after work for dinner.

You're a wonderful cook
Not just in the meals you prepare
But mainly in the thoughtfulness behind what you do
The little things
Like setting a table
including a flower you picked up on your way home
It touches me

I ring your bell and since you don't have a phone
you come down five flights of stairs to get let me in
You open the door and give me a big hug and kiss
We hold each other for a moment and then look at each other
Your deep blue eyes are warm and kind and loving

You look down for a second and start to lightly touch my chest
and then you look back at me
We go up to the stairs
You're wearing a white t-shirt with a black skirt and
you're barefoot

You run a little fast than I do between the 2nd and third floors
and at the landing you lean against the railing and look straight down at me
"bet you can't catch me," you say.
You're legs are apart and I can see that
you
aren't
wearing
any
panties

I run up the stairs skipping every other and
sometimes every third stair
I have long legs and my elongated gait helps me
catch up to you
or
most likely
you wanted to be caught
and I do catch you
at the door
to your apartment

You open the door and we both
fall inside and into the kitchen

I grab you and kiss deep and hard
pressing my achine groin into you
I stop and look at you and I love that look
in your eye

I drop to my knees and go under your skirt
You moan as I part the lips of your vagina with
my tongue and
then you grab my hair, pulling it lightly

Then you pull me off and come down onto
the linoleum
You undo my pants and pull them down and your
eyes light up as you see my hardened cock bouncing around
You straddle me and sit on me and then ride me
closing your eyes and squeezing your pc muslces whenever
you like

I thrust deeper and you ride faster as I reach up your shirt
and caress your breasts

"Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in me!" you repeat again and again
and then your PC's give me one last squeeze and I explode into you and with the first gush you look down at me as I keep cumming and cumming and cumming

"I love fucking you," you say as you lean down to kiss me and I lie there exhausted on the floor next to the dishwasher...

 

[flyguy69]

I hope you enjoyed writing it.

Sometimes that is the most important aspect of a poem. If you and the person of whom you write enjoyed reliving the experience, more power to you.

 

[WickedEve]

Tell me what you think

What we think about the poem or the experience? Sounds like good sex. I may borrow that scenario later tonight when I polish my toys. As far as poetry goes, it needs works, of course. It's spontaneous and full of images and details and lots and lots and lots of words. So, put it aside and calm down. Then later, after you go from raging to soft, start editing. Poets need to edit more often than they think they do. Do you hear me, Mister?

 

[Seattle1120]

Re: Re: Just wrote this, seconds ago....

What we think about the poem or the experience? Sounds like good sex. I may borrow that scenario later tonight when I polish my toys. As far as poetry goes, it needs works, of course. It's spontaneous and full of images and details and lots and lots and lots of words. So, put it aside and calm down. Then later, after you go from raging to soft, start editing. Poets need to edit more often than they think they do. Do you hear me, Mister?

I know it's wordy. When I write prose, I tend to...how you say...spill a lot of images and descriptions all over the place... and I do it as they come to mind. The lady described above and I used to exchange poems that were written in the same manner.

Then we'd usually end up acting them out, as you can see ...

That exchange and what I've written here are my only real attempts at poetry, and I may just stick with prose. Who knows...

By the way, which parts of the scenario are you going to borrow?
Please share!