Oh, the horrors!

WickedEve

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After you read the poem, you'll understand why I say Oh, the horrors! ;)

come to bed
©2001 WickedEve
one of my first literotica poems


"Hey, you wanna come to bed?"
He wants something else instead.

Pull off my shirt and shorts, toss 'em aside,
unhook my bra, shoulder straps slide.
Slip down my panties, slowly step out.
Not in the mood, trying not to pout.

Climb in beside him, pull the covers tight.
Clutch my pillow, can't make it right.

I roll onto my side, facing away,
stare at a white wall, thinking of another day.
Outside, on the phone, I was definitely flirting.
Everything he said made me forget the hurting.

Now, arms around me, hands all over my skin,
though I'm still thinking of what I did then.

He pinches my nipples and squeezes my flesh,
tells me I'm soft, smell clean, sweet and fresh.
Flat on my back, but in some other place,
spread my legs, look up into another man's face.

He takes my body, impales what he can find,
but he can't enter this fantasy or penetrate my mind.

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Yeah, one of my first. lol I have some poems from 2001 and even some from 2002 and 2003 that are no longer on literotica. I've had this urge for sometime now (I have many urges) but this an urge to have most of my work in one place. I want to submit more of my older (and not always very good, but interesting enough) poetry. The poem above should not rhyme. It needs work, lots of work. But I like the content. I think it will appeal to some readers--readers who do not currently enjoy my style of poetry.
So, do I submit it like it is, or rework it? I'm not really interested in revising (except for minor things) because the content no longer relates to me. I've grown and moved on since I wrote this. I was still in a bad marriage at the time I first shared this. Or should I just store this on my hard drive and never let it see the light of cyber space again? I'm kind of leaning toward darkness here. lol

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Sex Hole
©2001 WickedEve

I'm arms and legs
Each basic part
Soft skin and curves
Female work of art

And I'm a sex hole

I'm thoughts, emotions
Smiles and tears
Wife, mother
Courage and fears

And I'm a sex hole

I'm breasts, buttocks
Tits and ass
Lover, whore
Trashy and class

And I'm a sex hole

I'm love, lust
Desire and passion
I'm In style
And out of fashion

And I'm a sex hole

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Look, I managed to get love, lust, desire and passion all squeezed into one tiny stanza. Bless my heart.
 
lean into the darkness...

oh Eve, this gives me so much hope!

darlin, I think you should put these in a drawer with your pre-teen unicorn poems and bring them out for sentimental reasons.

or to give us reason to keep encouraging new poets.

you are amazing

I am afraid to think about what you will be doing in another 3 years.

or maybe make a new name called Wicked Twilight

:)

or pre-Eve glow.

I dont know I am not witty like you.

but it is a cool idea, as I know that your poems WILL appeal to some readers!
 
anna, I feel that these poems, among others, are going toward the dark. yes, walk into the darkness. lol Damn! I actually wrote stuff like this. I was cleaning out my hard drive last night and got all worked up. :D I actually I had to do some light editing to come to bed. There were some glaring ickies that I couldn't stand. Even edited it's still... touching, but... god, I actually used to write like that. And I would do nothing but rhyme. Poets begged me to stop rhyming. lol And one time killer muffin criticized my work and I had a fit! How dare you. It rhymes! :D
 
You know, I really wish I could have seen your transformation.

You really do have a full perspective of a literotica poet.

Everyone should read this thread.

bowing low and handing Eve the newspaper for whacking....


I have some really crappy poetry, not just from now, but from before. Your pre-Eve eve is much better than my pre-anna Anna.


We did this before. It might be fun to do it again. I keep mine in books on the attic, and some is still on my hard drive.

I should see if the Salvation Army wants it
 
annaswirls said:
You know, I really wish I could have seen your transformation.

You really do have a full perspective of a literotica poet.

Everyone should read this thread.

bowing low and handing Eve the newspaper for whacking....


I have some really crappy poetry, not just from now, but from before. Your pre-Eve eve is much better than my pre-anna Anna.


We did this before. It might be fun to do it again. I keep mine in books on the attic, and some is still on my hard drive.

I should see if the Salvation Army wants it
Why? Do you hate the salvation army? :D
I have poems written in a look book from my teen and pre-teen days. Some from my 20s. Then my early lit stuff. I never grew over the years, because I never learned anything about poetry.
So, when I went through all my old poems, I was a bit... grossed out. lol A lot of them had the basics. I knew what I was trying to express. I just couldn't do it back then. I see so many new poets who write the way I once did. It frustrates me. I want to tell them that there's more to poetry. But many of them get pissed and send nasty emails and then 1 me real good and proper like! Sigh... Well, I'm jumping back into the hard drive and seeing what else I have. I think a few have potential.
 
WickedEve said:
After you read the poem, you'll understand why I say Oh, the horrors! ;)

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And I'm a sex hole

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Look, I managed to get love, lust, desire and passion all squeezed into one tiny stanza. Bless my heart.

LOL

I love that line

:p
 
WE can I write a poem using that line?

LMBO I have so many ideas running through my head lol
 
doormouse said:
WE can I write a poem using that line?

LMBO I have so many ideas running through my head lol
The "I'm a sex hole" line? Sure! Use my sex hole. Go ahead. My sex hole is your sex hole. Take it. (you knew I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.) I can't wait to see what you do with my sex hole.
 
WickedEve said:
The "I'm a sex hole" line? Sure! Use my sex hole. Go ahead. My sex hole is your sex hole. Take it. (you knew I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.) I can't wait to see what you do with my sex hole.



I need a shower
:D
 
WickedEve said:
Why? Do you hate the salvation army? :D
I have poems written in a look book from my teen and pre-teen days. Some from my 20s. Then my early lit stuff. I never grew over the years, because I never learned anything about poetry.
So, when I went through all my old poems, I was a bit... grossed out. lol A lot of them had the basics. I knew what I was trying to express. I just couldn't do it back then. I see so many new poets who write the way I once did. It frustrates me. I want to tell them that there's more to poetry. But many of them get pissed and send nasty emails and then 1 me real good and proper like! Sigh... Well, I'm jumping back into the hard drive and seeing what else I have. I think a few have potential.

you should just send a link to this thread with every comment
 
If there is to be a thread for "Your Best" then why not one for what we would be happy to never see the light of day again...?
 
HomerPindar said:
If there is to be a thread for "Your Best" then why not one for what we would be happy to never see the light of day again...?
uh huh...
Well, it was basically for advice on what to do with all my old poems. But feel free to post your worst here if you'd like. Perhaps you'll find something of worth in one of them--something salvageable. I occasionally find a good line or two in mine.
 
doormouse said:
Me too lol

OMG she worded that brilliantly lol

And ner ner Tath, I get to use her sex hole

:devil:

<lazily brushing a hand through my bearded chin>
<thinking for half a sec>
<raising other hand>

Um...and who gets to use yours?

<wink>
<chuckle>
<big ole grin>
 
WickedEve said:
uh huh...
Well, it was basically for advice on what to do with all my old poems. But feel free to post your worst here if you'd like. Perhaps you'll find something of worth in one of them--something salvageable. I occasionally find a good line or two in mine.

You know the only good thing about *still* not being able to find that cd with my old poems on it is that I can't post the stinkers in this thread.

:D
 
Remec said:
<lazily brushing a hand through my bearded chin>
<thinking for half a sec>
<raising other hand>

Um...and who gets to use yours?

<wink>
<chuckle>
<big ole grin>

Was that an offer??

<WEG>
 
Sex Hole, we have a winner

I loved Sex Hole. It is my kind of woman and poetry.
 
annaswirls said:
My first "erotic" poem ever written, my first poem on lit.

I do not think there is one single thing salvagable in the whole thing.

this has been a crazy year.

Ode to My Husband's Cum (just4fun)
by annaswirls ©

As lovely a sight I shall never see-
My husbands semen streaming onto me
Dripping slowly down my chin
Fingers on neck, I rub it in .....
Please remove your husband's cum from my sex hole thread. :devil:
 
Angeline said:
You know the only good thing about *still* not being able to find that cd with my old poems on it is that I can't post the stinkers in this thread.

:D

oh lord, angeline, I was sitting here thinking the same thing and came up to your comment and just laffed my butt off. and about a month ago, I did what my mom told me to never do, I went through all my old stuff and threw away the icky rhyming stuff and it felt good!!!, what I thought was poetry back then, scared me now... ;)
 
Maria2394 said:
oh lord, angeline, I was sitting here thinking the same thing and came up to your comment and just laffed my butt off. and about a month ago, I did what my mom told me to never do, I went through all my old stuff and threw away the icky rhyming stuff and it felt good!!!, what I thought was poetry back then, scared me now... ;)
I won't throw away my old stuff. I have things much worse than come to bed, and even though it's not good poetry, it's a memory that's written down and should be kept. I hope you didn't get rid of anything of value.
 
WickedEve said:
Only till 2006? I'm losing my touch.

Wicked dreams and nightmares
Only you can scare me
With all the thoughts of passion
But in your fashion
Of colored nails
scraped down flesh
White teeth flashing
In a smile
Then rending at my flesh
Clothes become tatters
That scatter to the winds
Motion upon me
Beside me
Within me
Deep inside you
Guttural are the words
When we talk at all
Other than with eyes
That spy upon me
Spearing me with their flame
As I writhe and dance
To please you
Please
Please me
 
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