Sexual Frustration and Erotic Poetry

[WickedEve]

Our smithpeter is in this month's literotica newsletter. He was asked 5 questions.
One of questions was "What made you decide to write your first erotic poem?"
smithpeter's answer: Sexual frustration.

In some ways I can relate to that need to express oneself sexually through writing. I've always been fascinated with sex. I love to talk about sex, think about sex, have sex... and of course, write about it!

Anyway, what got you started writing erotica and why do you continue? What was your first erotic poem? Was it written for a lover? An outlet for pent-up sexual desires? A dare? lol

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Originally posted by WickedEve
Our smithpeter is in this month's literotica newsletter. He was asked 5 questions.
Congrats, sp

Anyway, what got you started writing erotica and why do you continue?
I found this place filled with wonderful poetry, 5 months ago. And I found truly great friends that showed me the beauty of poetry. Erotica or not.

What was your first erotic poem? Was it written for a lover? An outlet for pent-up sexual desires? A dare? lol
It was a dare! Judo and her sexually explicit poetry challenge made me do it! It wasn't my fault!

 

[WickedEve]

Of course it wasn't your fault! Damn that Judo! It's all her fault. That temptress!
I don't remember my first erotic poem. I know I wrote love poems when I was in my late teens. The hot stuff I started writing a few years ago. I'm sure the first erotic one was for my Master. I'll have to check my hard drive and see what I can dig up. All I know for sure is that the first one was cliché and it rhymed!
But God knows how I write anything! My child just put a box on my head! You should try to write with a 3 and 4 year-old circling you. lol

 

[_Land]

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One of questions was "What made you decide to write your first erotic poem?"
I originally wrote an erotic poem, because i missed someone..........Most of what i write is not extremely explicit anyway, but it gives an outlet for expression of pent up sexual need and desire



Anyway, what got you started writing erotica and why do you continue? What was your first erotic poem? Was it written for a lover? An outlet for pent-up sexual desires? A dare? lol [/B]

The following is my second erotic poem, written for well written for a Lover I havnt Physically met yet.


Spontanious Combustion
by _Land ©
I lay awake at night thinking of you
a woman who's desires burn my senses
Her searing heat, igniting my wood
spontanious combustion

The fires of hell seem cold
compared to the passion
eminating from your eyes
Your flames ensnares me

I ache to be touched
to feel the energy flow
from your lips to mine
exchanging liquid flames

I long to feel you,
your fingers sqeezing
my engourged cock
making me moan


I need your wants
mount me, Ride me
Fuck me till we cum
listen to my beating heart

 

[JUDO]

(*smiling at the outcum*)

 

[Lauren Hynde]

(*smiling at the outcum*)

You can smile for now, but if I had my way with you, you'd... oh wait... ... you'd be smiling anyway. Never mind...

 

[Angeline]

Dispos-a-Girl

was the first erotic poem I ever wrote, even though when I wrote it I thought it was more about being angry. Then I realized it was angry and erotic.

I write them because I can and because it feels good and because it's a way to push the boundaries of my writing.

I did write an erotic--in a laughable kind of way--Star Trek story when I was in high school. You know, half-human half-Vulcan is a very sexy combination. Or so it seemed at the time.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Re: Dispos-a-Girl

was the first erotic poem I ever wrote, even though when I wrote it I thought it was more about being angry. Then I realized it was angry and erotic.

I write them because I can and because it feels good and because it's a way to push the boundaries of my writing.

I did write an erotic--in a laughable kind of way--Star Trek story when I was in high school. You know, half-human half-Vulcan is a very sexy combination. Or so it seemed at the time.

Oooo! You mean erotic as in "with sex scenes" or was that like the first chapter of your story?

*snicker*



Sorry, Angie: that was not me, it was you-know-damn-right-who!

 

[Angeline]

Lauren

Oooo! You mean erotic as in "with sex scenes" or was that like the first chapter of your story?

*snicker*

Biatch. You get more like Kate every day.

Kate? Get outta lauren's password you leatherbutt!

 

[beths-virtue]

sexual frustration=creativity

well... ok, i am going to touch on something, i dont think anyone else has mentioned, PMS inspires poetry

in me, that constant state of semi arousal i am in during pms (also what makes me bitchy if unfulfilled) drives a lot of creative energy,
and of course, erotic poetry, i can whip off a poem any time, but i would have to admit, yeah my poetry is charged by frustration
i write more, and i feel better poetry, when i am , for lack of a better term , horny as hell....

of course, even in the normal course of events, any type of strong emotion can create fantastic poetry, anger ,pain, happiness, i suppose as well

 

[Rybka]

I don't know. You may not be the first!

Judo wrote in another thread:

Should be a period (.) at the end of my last line. Sorry, if I left it out.

Then just don't snort that last line!


Regards, Rybka

 

[karmadog]

It wasn't inspired by my PMS, but this was PMS inspired.

Vicious Bitter

And that thing below is the first 'erotic' poem I ever wrote. It's from a challenge on the board. I think it was WhisperSecret who issued it. Poems about quickies, don't you know. As you can see, I haven't progressed much as a poet. If anything, I'm getting worse!


The Hallmark Quickie
by karmadog

Our lips met in a blue alcohol blaze
and the bartender suggested, “Get a room. Change your ways.”
So we rushed from the bar leaving other couples trampled
to tryst in the parking lot (couldn’t get to the car).
Fuddled minds seem to think, subtract thirty people
three walls and one prude
add fifteen cars, It’s time to get nude!

I lifted her skirt emboldened by scotch.
and found pantyhose with a reinforced crotch.
But what’s made by Man may be unmade by me.
With a rip, an entrance to a hole much sweeter.
I turned her around to admire her globes
She bent at the waist and I gave each a smack
The foreplay completed, I sought out her crack.

Flesh slapping flesh drew eyes from the dumpster.
Tiny whiskers atwitter each time I humped her
Unnoticed they watched and washed filthy faces
then returned to their meal of free beer and bar food.
Round the corner drove a pickup maybe a Dodge.
But Mary and I, we continued to fuck
What could I do? Waddle away like a duck?

I must say that Mary was a hell of a dame
She kept her hips pumping until we both came.
The folks in the Dodge applauded and honked
while I did my best Bogey and lit up two smokes.
Some might have hidden their faces in shame,
but since that night when we stood our ground
Mary and I haven’t paid for a round.

I’ve mended my ways, now that I’m grown.
When I’m by the dumpster, I only get blown.

 

[Angeline]

Karmadog Quickie

from The Hallmark Quickie

I lifted her skirt emboldened by scotch.
and found pantyhose with a reinforced crotch.
But what’s made by Man may be unmade by me.
With a rip, an entrance to a hole much sweeter.
I turned her around to admire her globes
She bent at the waist and I gave each a smack
The foreplay completed, I sought out her crack.
_________________________________________

Man, are you low! It's probably totally inappropriate, but this made me laugh like a loon.

 

[karmadog]

What can I say, Ange? She was ready!

Except for the rats and the lack of foreplay, that's a mostly true story. We didn't pay for drinks that night, but I've since had to pay. Dammit.

 

[smithpeter]

sextration

being last and first at the same time,
lowered down where you want to be
then not stood on

during a crossing above
lust filled holds
removed at first port
and not told

left with port,
no starboard
and tight little hind
sight