Ode to Lit Members

Ode to Dill,
oh what a thrill
his cock's a mile
and all the while
he sings of songs
but lusts for thongs

He likes his witches
and much as his britches
but without the crotchless panties
 
My Contribution: My first ever written and published piece, to make fun of me is to do so at the threat of cruel and unusual punishment


My lover's eyes touches me
a little shiver of knowing
desire clearly evident
I know where my lover will be blowing

His lips barely touch mine,
spoken of promise and need
I know he lives to pleasure
I'll gladly take, I'll plead

He slowly puts his mouth on my neck
and creates a small, building fire
My private places quicken
He molds my body, fills with desire

I know he will suckle my breast
I anticipate it with my next thought
My hands touch his naked back
as he nips and sucks and my nipples are sought

My god, it feels so good
Please never stop
oh the anticipation
his lips go to the spot

Wet and willing
a sirens song he plays
I move and writhe and pull his hair
His mouths pleasures me where I lay

Mind numbing and purest bliss conquers
I cry out and clutch him so tight
He kisses my mouth
and then I kiss, I nip, I bite

The fires become flames
I kiss his chest of hair
slowly I move lower
and put my mouth on him with care

I touch his balls
My mouth moves up and down
he wants to get inside me
and we make a great sound

He finds my passage
Incredibly hot, wet and tight
I feel him throbbing
And we begin to feel all right

Incredible pleasure builds
he kisses me and touches below
We start to feel the madness
we pace ourselves to slow

With care and infinite love
he creates a madness I so love
we climax with great force
Beautiful, freeing as a dove




Barbara
 
ODE TO SIREN

Siren is not a sound,
That you'll hear from a cop's car.
It's the sound of the beloved Literotican,
Whose respond you can hear from afar.

You can ask her for her opinion,
You can ask her for her thoughts.
Just don't be too offended,
When she compares you to a fart.

Her knowledge is quite impaccable,
Her wisdom is yet untried.
Just don't end up pissing her off,
Or your happy ass will get fried.
GuyJD
 
So many exciting shades
-of lavender-
I can’t help but think
-of having her-
bind those lovely
-starlit eyes-
and release her feral
-ecstatic sighs-
peel away her
-aqueous lace-
and begin the long
-sensual race-
nimble tongue flicking
-hooded need-
delighting in joy
-of musky feed-
till her pretty
-petals quiver-
;)
 
Well Guy that was just great

:p
 
Ode to La Siren

We don't always agree
Or have the same size knee
Hey, I'm can't rhyme
Even with thyme

But I do like Miss Siren
(Her name rhymes with Byron)
Cause she give out lit points
The only points in this joints!
 
Ode to lavender!

To lavender this ode is to
Whose thread I'm rhyming through
Nothing rhymes with lavender
Except for maybe pander?

I like the smell of roses
Like the question poses
Lavender smells almost a good
If I were I guy, she'd give me wood!


Gawd I'm good at this!
 
Muff Kill here is your ode

:p
 
Ode to some...

Good evening to all the ladies
Yes even the one with no legs
The politically correct pussy
Producer of politically correct eggs

If I ever need a new ass
I know where to turn
A dangerously shaped cake
To give me icky carpet burns

Bisexual females are the trend of today
Hetrosexual males cry out hooray!
Hetrosexual females feel indignant and terse,
Is there a solution to dispel this curse?

Beware of being ravaged by Tiggers
Just pretend your bark is bigger
Is there a way to talk out of trouble?
Illogical females to reduce your words to rubble

Is there a cyniscism underlying my ode?
A blatant dereliction of Literotican code?
If so i'll take my advice from God
Don't give up the day job!
 
Ode To Siren

A mean ol' bitch
they say she's too crass
but who gives a fuck
just look at that ass!

(ok so it's short, but I had to finish the post and go look at something!)
 
Ode to Angel

Oh to the Angel of the board
Whose perky tits have the hoard
of male posters really hot
(female too, who'da thought?)

Someday I swear I'll write a story
About Muffie and Angel in all their glory
Sittin together way up in a tree
Watchin the guys dance with glee.

This is fun! And I got a whole hundred lit points too!
 
Is it really a Clique? Its just an open invitation to write poems about other Lit folk. No exclusions, No meanness.

Also, I really hate it when Americans pronounce it Click. It's Clique, Dammit!!!!!!!!
 
"Cliqueless" said:
If this isn't a Clique, what is?


Aw, are you jealous? Did you want an Ode written about you and nobody paid attention?

Oh please. Of course people will tend to write them about who they interact and know on the board rather than some random person they have no experience dealing with. Kinda hard to write an accurate one without knowing the person eh?
 
Written by a non-poet in the throes of passion...

Unusually Confused
Keeps me amused
Whenever she writes a line,

She's not only funny
Clever and sunny
She writes without uttering a whine,

And with her name so bizarre
I think she'll go far
As long as she learns how to rhyme,

But joking apart
Am I a silly old fart
For thinking U_C is just fine?
 
Re: Ode to Todd

lavender said:
Ode to our dear little Todd
He is truly the literotica god

But in his quest at deity
He makes less sense than Mini Me
For all he cares for
Is losing his precious pre-marital virginity

Our wondrous misguided BobToad
Flittering away all alone in his humble Canadian abode
Shares in front of the hedonistic literotica board
And futilely attempts to spread his puritanical load.

My favorite Canadian fundamentalist
I truly hope that he does not get pissed
For I do not want to reprimand
And my god, I simply cannot stand
For my name to be taking off that long long list.

For you see our true literotica virgin
As he preaches his fucked up version of original sin

Has this wonderfully kept secret from the ladies
That could truly land him in Hades

For if our Christian little Todd only knew
The magical wonders his magical sword could ensue
I rest assured that he could not manage through
His daily task of doing what Jesus would do.


Ok it was lame. I never claimed I was a poet. :)



I knew you loved me.
 
Re: Written by a non-poet in the throes of passion...

p_p_man said:
Unusually Confused
Keeps me amused
Whenever she writes a line,

She's not only funny
Clever and sunny
She writes without uttering a whine,

And with her name so bizarre
I think she'll go far
As long as she learns how to rhyme,

But joking apart
Am I a silly old fart
For thinking U_C is just fine?

That is so sweet, I just am speechless. Yes, my rhyming kind of sucks, but............My first ode. ps I like passion.

Barbara
 
He is popeye the sailor man he lives in a caravan.
He got married in 1973 and on his wedding night he took out his cock and sat it on his knee.

He likes to fuck and suck when he has a bit of luck. He is allways a good fuck. He likes a nice tight ass when he is finished he wipes his cock in the grass. .....................................

Can some one help me?
 
ode to Myst

He came into Lit just trying to flirt,
to have fun, to play, chase a skirt,
He posted often, he posted fast,
in 30 post he was experienced at last

Then came the day he flirted with Myst,
her icon of a couple involved in a tryst,
it caused him to think, inflamed his desire,
she would never be his, he sank in the mire.

A friendly lady is she, to men and to women
Wish I had a chance to she her a swimin'
This ode is now finished, it could have been better
but is been fun to try, maybe next time a letter?
 
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