March 2024 Poetry Challenge A: LUST

[Wonderer67]

Hello poets! Day late and a dollar short, but here we are…

Instead of a poetic style or form, we will focus on a simple theme. I’d love is the theme of February, the month of March belongs to lust! It IS Literotica after all.

Any style, form or length of poetry is on the table. Have fun!!

The Oxford college dictionary shows lust to be a noun and a verb.

noun
very strong sexual desire.
"he knew that his lust for her had returned"

verb
have a very strong sexual desire for someone.
"he really lusted after me in those days"

Or simply write about the idea of lust. Your poem needn’t including thw word “lust” but you’ll get an extra point if you included it!!

Here’s some samples.

I Love You

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Arrival

And yet one arrives somehow
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom—
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind...
-William Carlos Williams

So we keep the thread with poems, please keep all feedback to the discussion thread.

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/2024-poetry-challenge-discussion-thread.1601666/

Best of luck!
-w

 

[JaySecrets]

These sheets still pulse, still whimper, still
move at memories of trembles. She
left her ghost at my bedroom door
still whispering seductive nothings
to walls now empty. Remember
me.
And I don't know how to forget
when each warm breeze that brushes flesh
recalls her heated moans against my own
bruised skin. Nothings worn thin
as remembrance.
Like that dance when we moved
backwards through fire
stripped to soul our
soul our
soul to stripped fire
through backwards entwining.
New lust.
Old wine.

The wine left a stain as dark as her name
and these sheets still pulse her ecstasy.
And her ghost still stands whispering
her
nothings.

gone

 

[Angeline]

Alec

I still think of you
with your black hair in ringlets,
skin like dark honey, velvet
brown eyes, generous smile
and oh lord the way you moved,
sinuous, palms beating rhythm,
deft, long-fingered hands almost
a blur on those conga drums.

I just meant to have you,
slide my hands on you,
cup your ass and wrap myself
around you so we could rock
that wild samba, pounding together,
in a hot sea of lust.

I put myself in your line of vision,
shook back my hair, cocked my hip
just so you could appreciate
my long waist and thighs, outlined
in low-slung jeans. Of course
you did.

We ended up in a study
in that old country house, far
from the party two floors below
and we fucked like animals in heat,
which we were, few words but moans,
gasps, sighs, rolling
on a Persian rug, the funk of sweat
and sex, the distant beat of music.

Did I see you again? Maybe once
or twice, but we just smiled
in passing. Sometimes it's best
to keep things simple.

 

[goldytheGoldfish]

The Jackal

The Jackal has a sad, lonesome pout.
It opens its mouth wide and shivers, then prances aimlessly towards something for breakfast. It's missing several teeth.

It only has a dollar, which doesn't buy much.
It settles on a piece of cake, but isn't very happy that there isn't any meat in it.

It lays against the ground and bits of sharp gravel poke into its ribs. Its eyes brush gently through the surrounding landscape, after awhile deciding it needs to keep moving.

Its gaze becomes shared with a mischievous rabbit which tumbles wildly out of its burrow into the jackal's slack jaws. The rabbit likes being tickled. The jackal bites into a fresh kill, delighted with its good fortune.

It picks and paws at leisure through the better part of it as night begins to approach. It shuffles to its feet and exits to an overcast sky with a few stars. The dirt is handsome and makes the Jackal faster. It looks right, then left and back behind.

 

[AlinaX]

my thong says: Beware!
This cunt is fanged!
yet still they come

 

[vagrantx]

I really wish 'tremories' was a word.

Who says the next Bard won't be discovered on LE. Make your own words. Your own rules. Tremories is lovely and henceforth (ooo I put it that a sentence) a part of my vocabulary.

/

bed's a'quaking
velvet and satin
'tis pink and red and scarlet

deeper she plead
and deeper she went
to lands where there be dragons

a life well lived
yet twilight settles
passion like embers flicker

 

[AlinaX]

Just to play with this a little:

deeper she falls
into velvet pink
into satin red
into scarlet yearning
into darkness
into the unknown and undiscovered
where the only signs that show the way
read
Here Be Dragons!

 

[XShadynzX]

F

I remember
those honeyed words you wrote
Those pictures you sent
Especially the one of you in the white shirt

"Just to seduce you my dear" you said
and it did
lead me down a path I had no intention of going
Lead me down the path of lust and desire
For someone I could never have

I held you at bay for a long time
Trying not to fall
It seems you will always be a part of me
(remember the joke about the tattoo?)

Now, in calmer moments
I realise all we ever had were words
and even they were lies

I hope you are happy now
with the one you were meant to find
The one that's right for you.

S

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Cages all around
in time and space
of modern life

I, a busy bee
bend and bind lace
escape my hive

See, it's nothing
but beauty and grace
the buzz is rife

Let's go, Wonderlust
up and beyond
the peaks and plains

Where no one yet
drank from the pond
and left their stains

Here, in nature
we find and fond
unbound, no chains

 

[Tzara]

tongue

that mole just inside your hip,
your quiet little cries
as if seeing something beautiful

very far away

 

[AlinaX]

if I were a mole
burrowing inside your hip
what gold I would find

 

[Broken_paladin]

goosebumps flare on smooth pale skin
soft gentle kiss before we begin
roaming hands that find there way
Tied and bound youre forced to stay
heightened now we begin to play
a kiss so deep it touched my soul
release to me your secrets told
shift and move your body slides
my fingers wet inside you glide
pull you close, your skin to mine
feel the rush of ties that bind
your taste your scent they drive me wild
dark and secret, a welt will rise
a handprint left with no surprise
I mark you lass and claim you mine,

 

[butters]

the burning


stream beds silenced, joyless
whilst shriveled on their stalks
corn husks shiver in a hot wind
that agitates
sets them to whispering
in cracked voices
speaking of failed expectations
disappointments
& trees shed thin, pale leaves
too thirsty to hold them all close

Lust is the flicked thumb-nail
the flaring match
casually discarded
in sere landscapes
bringing kisses of colour
that exhale curls of blue
& tastes & takes
& takes
& takes
an orgy of fuel
feeds its noisy greed
& in shades of violence
sucks oxygen from lovers' mouths
leaves only smoking ruins
blackened, stark
& waiting for rain

 

[XShadynzX]

Losing myself in a dream
Understanding that its not real
Savouring the sensation of bodies
Touching and joining for a brief moment

 

[Broken_paladin]

moonlit garden flowers bloom
precious lady silhouette looms
innocence, passion, beauties grace,
kneel before me take your place,
on my thigh rest your face,
avert your eyes, avoid my stare,
fingers twisted through silken hair,
heart rate quickens the warmth of skin,
in my heart youve always been..
bare for me your sacred soul,
the two of us become one whole,
close your eyes and find me there,
through the void our passion flares,
with eager touch embrace the rush,
my love for you shown by lust

 

[Wonderer67]

Lying Awake

In the pale light of the full moon
Her rising breasts
Crossed by the shadows of the ornamental scrollwork
On the headboard

I feel her heartbeat
Listen to her shallow breaths
Of early sleep
Her mouth still slightly open

It was the most amazing session

I seem to say that every time

But this time
She must've cum
Eight, nine times
We strive to keep the orgasm gap
To 150:1

She controls me
Keeps me from erupting
Cumming is all for her
And her pleasure
I stave off my own eruption
Roiling in joyous misery for her

It's been sixteen years
And I still want
Need
And desire
This woman
So badly

Like day one

 

[Wonderer67]

That is fine, and I will DM you with my direct feedback later.

Let’s keep this thread, open for the poems and not derail it.

Please put any and all poetry feedback in the discussion thread.

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/2024-poetry-challenge-discussion-thread.1601666/

 

[Ashesh9]

Lying besides MommyWife
Snuggling, cuddling secure safe and free of Strife
Warm possessive palm owns surrendered ballz
Entitled toxic MCPig ego shatters 'n fallz....
Sexual surrender is enticingly sweet
My muscled glutes under Her Cane is beat
My proud head bowed in Erotic Defeat
' U own me Mommy!?' I just repeat.....

 

[AlinaX]

let us strip poker play
and win by losing all

 

[EllenMore]

Quiet

He sat every day in the library
reading foreign newspapers,
some in French, some in Russian,
and I watched his eyes, liquid brown,
as they swept back and forth
over the spread open pages.
I thought of how his slim fingers
might feel tracing along my skin,
how I might slide my own over
and down his chest and belly,
even nearing his stirring center,
circling him in bold invitation
to follow me deep into the stacks
of philology or some obscure subject
where we wouldn't be disturbed
and how all those old, thick volumes
might muffle the energetic sounds
of our sudden and vigorous coupling.
Sometimes I would have to ask Gwen
to watch the reference desk for me
so I could visit the women's lounge
and put my thoughts fully to rest,
biting my lips so as to not cry out.

 

[Angeline]

Paradise

Sometimes
it's the way you take
my hand or wrap an arm
about my waist, fingers resting
lightly on my hip, thumb sliding
along its curve, all statements
to signify I own her.

I want nothing
more than to be yours,
to share these gestures,
the language of intimacy,
that bind us in desire.

Later when you move in me,
both of us quaking with pleasure,
eyes aglow, we know
this wordless message,
the silent exchange of lust
and love.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

The Unseen

Nudging certificates upright again
I wonder, If these walls'd talk...

they spoke of the vibrations ingrained
the rumble-tumble of low groans hushed
more peaky squeaks than heard of
breasts pressed against the hard
cold walls that'd never tell

the dustbin's almost empty paper trail
meticulously clean and undisturbed

by flying shoes and flailing legs
and never touched by garter belts
and hold-ups too, always held true
the minutes rushed, lunch forgotten
overtime usually paid

handprints on the glass desk's top
take a nice, long, gracile rubdown

the evidence of a hard-working day
it's gone with a curse for half-opened blinds
last year's mishap forever stuck in place
looking across, Mr Smith's still illuminated
thirteen floors, up and down, and all around

A spritz of Frebreze
and the lights go out

 

[Wand3rlust]

Liberated by your passion
Unraveled by your gaze
Seduced by your words
Teased by your touch

 

[42Below]

Racing the night

-In scream through the hills
a racing bike motor
chopping down
leaning low
to sweep the corner -in a rush
of life The rider
in the balance over
a dark
road-

 

[Wonderer67]

150:1 (the silver mean)

My math was bad
This ratio doesn’t sound reasonable

If we fuck 3-4x times a week
And she probably has four orgasms each time
Then that’s an average of about 14 orgasms a week

Over a month,
That’s only about 60 orgasms for her And I usually cum abt once a month

She does masturbate a few times a week too…

So maybe 80:1 is more realistic