Sexually Explicit Poetry Challenge

JUDO

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(Okay, I see that WickedEve has started without me, so I better get the batteries in this thing and catch up!)

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Sexually Explicit Poetry Challenge
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Come one! Come all! In fact, if we do our job right...(but, I digress).

This is the "Sexually Explicit" Poetry Challenge. The object of the poem you will create is to be sexually explicit. Not only will you create a sexual act within the poem, but you must include at least [two] things in the descriptions:

(1) Details! - The details of the sexual act (eg. sticky descriptions, insertion descriptoins, etc.) - all the messy little things that occur when you character(s) are in flagrante delicto should be present.

(2) Get Mental! - Show us the emotional/mental state of the participant(s). (eg. How they feel, what they see, breathing, heart rate, etc.).

The sexual content of the poem must be an act as described or referred in the Literotica Top List Categories.

Other fine details:

(a) 3 to 12 stanzas in length
(b) 2 to 6 lines per stanza
(c) Please don't use any specific sizes (eg. 36d, 10 inches, etc.)

There are some nice thoughts on what participants might want to do or not in their poems from some authors in the Sexually Explicit Discussion Thread. You may wish to look them over and then decide for yourself.

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Okay! I know you are a fiendish lot and asking you to get inspired for a sexaul romp may be asking too much of the world around you, but here we go! Start those libidos, get stimulated and let the creative juices flow!

Make it hot! Make it wicked! Make it sensual! And please...keep it explicit!

(*Okay, I'm hot and bothered now*)

Best of luck!
;)
- Judo
 
sista ain't uptight

all things anal

i wanna do sexy ass billy bob thorton
but he’s busy pokin’ topedo-titty jolie
hey, why can’t can’t we be three?

bitch says she don’t do chicks
i tell her shut up eat fish
and lick my favorite spikes
spread her cheeks
when she's done eating pie


i flip her and with my crop i
swat her narrow ass
while billy straddles
me on top

don’t take long to get the wench
speaking in tongues
gliding across my flesh


when i scream i can’t take no more
she yeps speak no english

billy rides my ass like a demon
possessed
i don’t know but
i swear a tail’s lickin’ back
of my ample thighs

i pull jolie’s nipple ring
smear a little spooge and taste
for good measure
then i tell billy to bend over

i want to swivel my tongue in
pucker heaven.
 
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Awesome!

See, I knew this could bring out the best! Go, D!!!
 
A hoot

Hell, Kat I had to contribute after giving Judo grief. LOL

It's my attempt at parody. I had quite a laugh for the 15 minutes it took me to crank this out.

Hope you have a good turnout, Judo.

Peace,

d
 
I wrote a poem about panties!

Just Panties

Just panties while I finger you
don't wear your bra
don't wear your hose
no heels
no clothes

Just panties while you suck
wet for me
a sticky mess
more is better
than less

Just panties in your mouth
off your pussy
between your lips
not on your head
not on your hips

Just panties muffle screams
satin, moist warm
satin, pale blue
still taste me
now taste you
 
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panties

WE--

Nice rhythm, tone, and rhyme. You sunk it with the last line. Needs another way to say 'masturbate'. It clunked the mood.

Enjoyed the read.

Peace,

daughter
 
This is the one I originally came up with but... it's not sexually explicit and... it's kind of weird. lol

Mind Ride

Slip inside with me.
Slide on slippery words
of wanton wetness.
Glide on glistening images
of bare beauty.
Mind ride with me!

A titillating thought of us.
Plunge into it, wrap it around.
It's erotic, exotic,
exhilarates my inner view.
Stimulates sights, delights
of scintillating sexuality.

Nude notions flow fluid, lewd
liquid motion.The fantastical,
the fanciful float to you
on orgasmic ocean, splashing you
with daring dreams of legs
lathered in latex lotion.
 
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daughter

picky poetry princess, how about fellate? lol
I edited the poem.
 
WE

WE--

Explicit doesn't mean you have to use graphic language. Your descriptions are very clear.

explicit: fully and clearly expressed.

I like your second entry. I disagree, it is explicit. I am picky and one poet told me she's writing better for it. ;)

Peace,

daughter
 
Damn, damn, damn!

I've gotten way too busy this short work week to contribute to my own damn challenge! (#@$&!)

I will return to this, but it will be next week. Thanks D and WE for the wonderful start.

;)
- Judo
 
hmmm i like this...

(how about this for a poem if you like)

she stood outside partly naked but i enjoyed it
her smile was a lie but i will make her scream
she smiled at me and i returned in a coy sly way
we moved to the back and we danced
the crowds would not notice us
but we dance int he beat of the music

she slides and i grind up against her
my heart beat is racing with each brush of her bodice
i grow deep under her and she smiles
she is sweating and im beating
under the dress of lights and darkness
in a club so filled, its an orgy

i undo my beast and it shows as i rub against a hidden labia
she closes her eyes and lifts her leg up to my thigh
in this motion i cradle her from behind
i turn her to sway to keep silent
we are not seen as we are in an orgy of brushes, and grinds
under the dress she flings i move away the gates

the helmet of my shaft begins to brush against a wet clit
i lean back and arch up
she breaths hard and i smile as i catch her breath
she moans as the crowd ignores us
we are to be one in an orgy of mass
i squeeze in and she pushes her body onto my sword

i stab and i stab, each breath we pulse harder
faster with groans from my lungs i exhaile
she moans but the music is too loud
we rock back and forth as she holds onto me
im shifting
im throbbing in her...

my teeth grit im holding back and growling
she is ontop and she is wrapped around me
im arching and rocking
she is moaning and rushing
we are in the middle of the dance
in the moment of heat and sweat

the beat hits to a faster tone
and i wrap my arms under her to hold her up and steady
i shock inside her rocking hard and and pumping her
she buckles like a stallion and im letting her ride me
she is kicking with her legs and im grinning
the music is slow and low now, but they are watching us now

in the heat of a moment im pounding up into her
she is cringing as i hold her from squirming
im groaning as she is moaning
the crowds are watching us
in awe at the blunt situation
but i dont care and she is gone

im throbbing
im sweating im breathing so hard
she is screaming and im happy
she is the epicenter of out passion
i am the vortex of in heat
and she is spreading juices over me

in this act of heat and sweat
we mingle in the deligts of primal rgae
my rod, my shaft my prick my sword
coated covered wet and slicked
by her pulsing juices...
that which made her woman shall make me man

in this moment i hold my breath and see her eyes
she is watching mine
she quivers in fear as now is the time in moments embrace
i spray, i explode within her grace
me as the bee my stinger now removed
i shoot inside her....

she screams and the crowd watches on
i groan and pummel her from below
and she gets louder
the crowd still watches on
enveloped in awe
and taken in envy at our heats power
 
Shower of Sperm

OK, JUDO, you sauciest of all wenches (sorry, Eve)-- I want to play too.


SHOWER OF SPERM

I step into the bathtub
ringed by naked, horny men
with my lips and tongue
and glistening oiled hands
I pleasure them
and myself

as I make the rounds
of the rotation
their skin is multi-hued
and they represent all of humanity

slowly sucking them to a crescendo--
when the first wad hit my face
I felt the others quicken
the intensity of their stroking
and the man whose meat was in my mouth
grabbed my head and pushed it all the way down

then the frenzy of pounding
as they spurted their cream
across my face
in my hair
running down my chest
dripping off my chin

afterwards I lounge around wearing it
licking it off slowly
bit by bit

--April 25, 2002
 
Watch

Watch my fingers .. Imagine they are yours
Seeking the depth of me
Feel the inner heat ,the silken moisture

Watch my fingers .Imaging they are.
your tongue as it forces its entry inside
And laps at the sweet essence ,dripping down your face

Watch my fingers,, imagine its your
steel shaft Slowing entering the velvety warmth
claiming it as yours

Watch my fingers ,,,, image them
Being crushed by the spasms of my inner muscles
As the creamy juices flow over them

Watch my fingers , imagine Your lips
consuming them.. Suckling them .
Licking them clean, smearing the wetness over your lips.

Watch my fingers. I imagine them as
Yours, holding me close after The explosion ,
Idly caressing my hot skin.



this is a rework of some of my earler stuff... the other thing waswhat do you see but it didnt quite fit the rules . <grin>
 
REDWAVE, I think YOU are the sauciest of all wenches!!! (sorry, Judo... lol)

That's it! I need to write a really dirty poem. I think I'm going with the one I started called "I like to stick things in my ass."
 
i didnt do this right

lets try this one more time....


she holds herself together
im bashing through the doors
im smashing into her kingdom
the knocking is getting louder as she screams

with my spear i puncture and stab
ripping through her flesh in beats
staying in her to let this linger
im stabbing her again

she cringes as i break the walls down
im inside her heart and she knows it
the men take her and hold her down
she is giving in to her heat

she is losing the battle
im penetrating deeper
burning her from the inside
im tearing now...

she screams as i ravage her
she breaths in heat and passion
she enjoys this
i rock into her once more
the final wave crashing in

she turns and screams before she dies in my arms
the castle is now filled with my seed
my men
me

i look down at her as she breaths
this slick liquid from within
shares in her as i take her down
she looks up knowing its not the end

soon ill take her again...
soon...
very soon....
 
I'm not a poet, but I'll give it a shot.

Under the Table
By Brandy Chase

People all around
cozy table for two
soft lit corner
just her and you.

Under the table
hidden from sight
ten toes wiggle
creating delight.

Four thighs spreading
pleasure starts to sweep
wet panties aside
moist folds start to weep.

Hearts racing faster
minds starting to reel
weak knees tremble
such pleasures to feel.

Sweet smiles fading
the moment is near
low moans rumble
too silent to hear.

Eyes glazed over
bodies racked with delight
dancing toes of pleasure
prancing just right.

Breath sucked deep
restraining the screams
soft bodies shudder
releasing sweet creams.

Over the feet
lady-cum steady flows
soaking silk stockings
trickling between toes.

Surge upon surge
warm juice steady goes
scent of girl sex
filling the nose.

Under the table
hidden from view,
nobody knows what happened
between her and you.
 
This is my first attempt at a sexually explicit poem.
Have erotic mercy.


I leave the brutal day behind
Submerge to the imagined lure of debauchery
A hotel bar home to hook and nook
Dual nylon liaison peppered with flesh and flex

Looking for someone to fit the frame of fancy
The image and gentle punch of pictorial
For real touch, actual kink for link
Like of lick to teasle lo squeasle

Old saying:
Do unto yourself
As you would have others
Do unto yourself

Faux sisters so in love with love
So in love with spring lovers
Pondering on the lovers coloring
Me outside the lines with spoons
And butter knives slapping sugar packets
Cross table, ashtray as lone player marooned

Introductions, Peter to the Radon Daughters in fishnet
Ready to kiss with vodka gin lips red and blue tint
So lovely in the neon of knight attraction
Attraction so dimly lit that cheekbones rose
Like models of popular distress
Needing rescue, white horse and long lance poised
Tucked at the ready

Soon popcorn greasy hand prints on all our thighs
Through worn jeans mine offer little but commitment
For dawn, for breakfast of the daughters of radon
Drinks and sloppy handling till the full moon
Slips, dragging its sad craters home to the buttside
Of earth,

Student nurses, graduated candy strippers,
Red and White twist studies in counter and clockwise rotation
Shared lubrication, dry winds from puckered lips
They share me and each others private moments
With strangers on the phone
A computer glows, a webcam is moved

About the room, their shared dorm is stainless with hooks
For all occasion, in the floor, walls littered, the toilet is solemn
In its solitary commitment to imprisonment
With cloth cloaked springs of pinching
Capabilities

They squeezed citrus between each others calves
And thighs, soaking the now tattered fishnet
Holes having grown
From finger and tool, organic, Petric and mechanical

Between the breast of faux sisters
I emerged and each converged
Spreading, saluting wet breath
Pleading before I leave to slide
With rapid motion between cheeks four
Slick with sweat from one
Spit from the other while parked
Rear to rear from above

What a wonderful dualism

They point on fours then threes each
Finding a head for their glorious cheeks
Craning to let me kiss as I so want
Each face now the most beautiful
Of any morning

New sun, the moon will remain
As full to our eyes next eve
Unless observed too closely
Usually an hour later
Arched higher
Pancake syrup and my own
Flavor remains between the memory
 
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smithpeter

Now that poem was a real mind ride! A few wild curves, a steep hill or two! Scenic view with blue fields of smoking grass, trees with long limbs spread, erect fence posts, and cows 69ing each other. :D
 
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WE, thank you for that wonderfully abnormal feeling in my prostrate.
Now turn around.
:devil:
 
I'm... uh... flattered that I could make your prostrate feel abnormal. :confused: lol
Actually, YOU need to turn around. I'm the one wearing the strap-on.
 
maybe not explicit enough

Bald

Deep red lipstick painted embouchure
Not here for the power of conversation
But looking down at your rubies
All your pairs pucker

We cut each others heads
With sharp objects
Cumming with scissors
Followed by razors and that
Scraping sound of stainless
Against flesh
Shearing follicles at the root
Shaved domes oiled for pressing

illustra
 
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pop

pop
the question, go on.
Not marriage (you're married)
but the smouldering thought
in your eyes
"Let's fuck."

pop
out your cock, go on.
I dare 'ya (you do it!)
and my tongue slowly licks
'cross my lips
"Wanna suck?"

pop
your head out, go on.
Just to check (yeah, we're clear)
though the risk's always there,
to get caught
"You're so hot!"

pop
Love the sound. Go onnn!!!!
Frustrated grunting (Release...!)
Then we tense at a sound,
holding breath
"Are we caught?"

Pop,
check on mama, go on.
Clean you up (teasing licks)
as my smile catches guilt,
touch your lips
"Hurry back."


D.
 
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