Porny Sonnets

[arielsgoddess]

PONNETS (Porny Sonnets)

Dedicated to The Fool and Angeline C'mon--somebody had to do it! And y'all know when I say that, that I always put my porn where my mouth is lol

 

[arielsgoddess]

Kp (lol)

The brillo pad squeaks a lonely song on the dishes in the sink
Boredom-preoccupied I do not even hear you come in the door
Hips slam mine suddenly into the counter before I hardly blink
As hands are tearing my clothes in rips and ribbons to the floor

Calloused hands run dish detergent on unpinned flesh carousing
As the hard bulge of the rough workpants grinds against my back
If you would let me turn around this would be alot more arousing
Gruntingly you shift your weight and I whirl in a full frontal attack

Now your clothes are murderously cast aside in domestic sacrifice
As you throw my ass on that ledge the detergent bottle tumbles
Calloused hands slippery yet scrapey on hardened nipples is nice
As you bend me over banging and slapping makes little bubbles

Both of us giggling and trying to increase the suds with our zeal
Until you lose your grip at the last second and cum onto my heel

 

[arielsgoddess]

Anybody got a mint?

We wait until your skirt clings sweatily to your curves
Which is sticky to my eyes in the crowded restaurant
Instead of getting the table that such a wait deserves
We endup seated behind plants which you do not want

I try every trick known to appease as you go into a pout
There isnt even your favorite foods on this stupid menu
The waiter still hadn't arrived as I slide my eyes all about
Causing me to think to make you happy by another venue

Wth devilish grin my head disappears beneath the tablecover
Your hands suddenly gripping the edges fingernails digging in
By the time the waiter arrives you cannot speak only blubber
Thinking you're having a heart attack he calls for CPR to begin

Just as the table flips and you scream Thank God for your bliss
I wipe my mouth I slap yours once--thats THE GODDESS bitch

 

[poetedge5455]

Iambic pentagasm

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[arielsgoddess]

Okay--I admit it--

Poetedge is correct, mine don't count officially as sonnets because I did not observe the iambic pentameter. Karma Cookies to him; Double because his does!!!

*sticks tongue out and plots poetic rebuttal*

 

[poetedge5455]

Tied Chi

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[poetedge5455]

Iamb pent up

When I reread the love you sent to me
I am immersed within the world you made
I can smell and he bu you blinded mr
My eyes wrapped softly in a silken shade

And so my world becomes intuitive
Heat and cold, soft and hard my senses roar
You place my hands just so in your missive
As if your body had felt my touch before

I am at your side when I close my eyes
My fingers pull the picks, release your hair
Slide your silken robe away and hear your sighs
My body here as hard as it is there

I reach the peak with lustful thoughts of you
If one's this fun,I cannot wait for two.

 

[arielsgoddess]

Operator

We connect again ev'rything but flesh
Our souls found nestled within each other
Communicates our love in language fresh
With every new way we discover

Desire to be with your body tears through
Every defense I have ever given myself
While I work magic mercy for your blues
Inside me, lashes of passion leave welts

Pulling on you--without my hands--so tight
Whimpered moans, lustful sobs, lost resistance
Craving you, lover, managed just tonight
Your full release across the distance

Wishful I could say you gave as good as you got
But the sun is coming, and I will not

 

[poetedge5455]

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[arielsgoddess]

Collaboration

Touch teasing tension away for awhile
As we languish here with warmth as lovers
Blissful kisses that draw upon us smiles
While hands trace and sketch curves under covers

Painting without words soft groaning sighs
Brushes of bodies and swirled fingertips
Kneading and needing of other's thighs
Sharing and pairing of both heads and lips

Friction of stroking thrusts slap the canvas
Medium of our creative release
Fervently applied with all our talents
Concludes in an erotic masterpiece

Which we lay out flat to dry in the heat
Our monochrome painting upon the sheets