Stormy Sex!

[JUDO]

(* a FLASH of lightning and THUNDER from the heavens *)

No, I'm not just referring to the nightly tryst we all dream about, but the elements! Mother Nature at her finest -- blowing, shaking, shattering, pounding, raining, twisting the world into new contours hour-by-hour. And her flip side, the dainty geometric flakes of new snow quieting the countryside, while you sip hot tea, warm up a sleeping bag, or bask by a fire...

Have you ever had sex during a storm? If you haven't, can you imagine what the oppurtunity might bring to the occasion? The lights flicker, then go out. The Earth literally moves! The water's rising, but is he? The winds howl, but who's that blowing? Did Hurrican Hanna get her name from the Weather Channel, or from an infamous occassion?

This is the time of year when the Earth is tilting away from one hemisphere and towards the other. Our poor old troposphere doesn't seem to travel quite as well. Nature stirs and shakes the cold and warm air masses together in a martini of weather that could scare the olives right out of my glass.

Be it created or be it real.
Let it calm or let it vex.
A sexual fare is what you feel --
Tell us about the "Weather's Best Sex."

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Stormy

"When the weather is bad
we have good luck
The wind blows
while you suck."

(There's a poem for this thread and the Bad Poetry thread, too! How'd I do?!)

 

[KatPurrs]

Stepping down...from the Bad Poetry Throne

"When the weather is bad
we have good luck
The wind blows
while you suck."

(There's a poem for this thread and the Bad Poetry thread, too! How'd I do?!)

Bravo! Bravo! No one is happier to see this post than I, Star. Why I think you knocked my temple of hardness down and my soft, downy balls fell off. I award YOU the new winner of the Bad Poetry Thread.

Star sucks more than I do! Star sucks more than I do!

Kat

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Yay!

I'm number one! I'm number one!

De-fense! (uhh-uhh) De-fense! (uhh-uhh)

Woooooo! (Runs around the room in circles)

Uhh.... waitaminit...

Aw, come on Kat, no one can beat your soft downy balls!



Here's my favorite bad rhyming verse that I have writtten:

"Hippo, hippo, hippo. Hippo by the lake.
Hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo; hippo, hippo, break."

(Just in case I am ever to defend my crown as Literotica's Number One Worst Poet.)

 

[Angeline]

Blow and Suck

Nice bad work, Star. Reminds me of my all-time favorite Simpsons quote from the Bart man himself:

"I don't know how it's humanly possible, but that both sucks and blows."

And Star, I know you for the old Shakespeare boards-trodder you are. Were you thinking of King Lear when you wrote that? You know the line:

"Blow winds and crack your cheeks."

What was he talking about, anyway?

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Hey Ang

Hey Ang!

I wanna come to your poetry performance! I'll dress in a gorilla suit and crowd surf when you're done. It'll be the coolest performance art ever!

Seriously, I'm dying to come back to NYC. I mailed off a request for tickets for Saturday Night Live, but I haven't heard anything yet. You know Murphy's Law; if I make plans to go, I'll end up getting tickets for when I'm not there; If I wait to see if I even get tickets, they won't come and I'll have to wait 'till spring to go visit NY. (Hey, I live in the south and winters are still too cold down here! I can't imagine how people can live where it's COLDER for LONGER!)

Er, yes, I... I was thinking of Shakespeare... (cough) yes... (ahem) yeah... uh... that's the ticket!

(Looks around quickly, then runs for the door)

 

[christcat69]

It is the best ever

I love making love in the rain or just during a storm, with thunder booming and lightning crashing down. I've written a few poems about it.

 

[HomerPindar]

Re: It is the best ever

I love making love in the rain or just during a storm, with thunder booming and lightning crashing down. I've written a few poems about it.

Well, lets 'av 'em then

The only thing that poped into my head (minds outta the sewers a second here folks) is the book by Fritz Lieber, THE WANDERER. Wherein a large planetary mass moves in around earth, screws up the oceans and weather and where in more than one character ends up feeling the earth move...

At least one couple even decides to go out with a climax...

Honest, it's in the book that way.

HomerPindar

 

[Angeline]

Omg Star

I forgot that I told you that! So you're coming up north for the reading with a gorilla suit? To crowd surf? As I read poems?
I have to think about that. It's so um avant garde. And this is a coffee house--I don't think there will be a mosh pit.

 

[Star At Sunrise]

M*O*S*H

Oh, it'll be a mosh pit when I get through with it!

On second thought, I'll wear a frilly shirt and sing love songs with my acoustic guitar. That might be a tiny bit more appropriate. I'll wait 'till I play CBGB's to gorilla crowd surf.

 

[KatPurrs]

Re: Re: It is the best ever

Well, lets 'av 'em then

The only thing that poped into my head (minds outta the sewers a second here folks) is the book by Fritz Lieber, THE WANDERER. Wherein a large planetary mass moves in around earth, screws up the oceans and weather and where in more than one character ends up feeling the earth move...

At least one couple even decides to go out with a climax...

Honest, it's in the book that way.

HomerPindar

I believe you, Homer. (hi! howarya?!)

Kat~

 

[WickedEve]

Hey, I have a two paragraph "story." It's more like prose poetry, I think. I wrote it 3 years ago, so it's lousy with cliche. But it does have the erotic/storm theme. I was wondering if anyone has any suggestions on how to rework this into a poem. I'm not sure if it's even worth it.

Wet Lover

I ran outside into the pouring rain. Cool drops sizzled on my hot flesh and streamed down my hair like a waterfall. I unbuttoned my dress, ripping buttons along the way. I fell back onto the wet grass and stretched my arms upwards, reaching toward the heavens. A river flowed down from the sky, wild and untamed. Its wet caress was not a lover's gentle touch. It pounded down hard upon me as I parted my legs and arched my back. My fingers chased the drops as they raced down my naked body, over mounds, along curves and into my valley. I delighted in each stinging kiss it placed upon my parted thighs and every wet lick between my spread lips. And I screamed out as I felt that watery tongue stroke me in just the right place.

I closed my eyes and let the rain make love to me. The sky turned black and the thunder rolled as it pleasured me deep within. I surrendered to it and was swept away in a storm of ecstasy. My eyes flew open just as the lightning lit them for my stormy lover. I was drenched as my body began to slide along the grass like a serpent. I could not remain motionless. I had to move in unison with all that surrounded me. The wind blew fiercely through the trees. They swayed to and fro in a frenzied dance, trying to challenge me but their limbs blew away in the storm's passionate fury. But I alone remained -- like a tree planted by the water, I could not be moved. My nails dug deeply into the earth as I rode out the storm. Finally, those black clouds rolled back and I felt the sweet sun on my skin. I stood and smiled as the last drop fell. The storm was over... for now.

 

[JUDO]

Hey, I have a two paragraph "story." It's more like prose poetry, I think. I wrote it 3 years ago, so it's lousy with cliche. But it does have the erotic/storm theme. I was wondering if anyone has any suggestions on how to rework this into a poem. I'm not sure if it's even worth it.

Wet Lover

I ran outside into the pouring rain. Cool drops sizzled on my hot flesh and streamed down my hair like a waterfall. I unbuttoned my dress, ripping buttons along the way. I fell back onto the wet grass and stretched my arms upwards, reaching toward the heavens. A river flowed down from the sky, wild and untamed. Its wet caress was not a lover's gentle touch. It pounded down hard upon me as I parted my legs and arched my back. My fingers chased the drops as they raced down my naked body, over mounds, along curves and into my valley. I delighted in each stinging kiss it placed upon my parted thighs and every wet lick between my spread lips. And I screamed out as I felt that watery tongue stroke me in just the right place.

I closed my eyes and let the rain make love to me. The sky turned black and the thunder rolled as it pleasured me deep within. I surrendered to it and was swept away in a storm of ecstasy. My eyes flew open just as the lightning lit them for my stormy lover. I was drenched as my body began to slide along the grass like a serpent. I could not remain motionless. I had to move in unison with all that surrounded me. The wind blew fiercely through the trees. They swayed to and fro in a frenzied dance, trying to challenge me but their limbs blew away in the storm's passionate fury. But I alone remained -- like a tree planted by the water, I could not be moved. My nails dug deeply into the earth as I rode out the storm. Finally, those black clouds rolled back and I felt the sweet sun on my skin. I stood and smiled as the last drop fell. The storm was over... for now.

Wet, Wet Lover

by WickedEve

Outside into the pouring rain,
Cool drops sizzled on my flesh.
Ripping buttons, I fell naked on wet grass
Stretching my arms,
Reaching the heavens.

Down from the sky, wild and untamed
The wet caress pounded hard.
My fingers chased the drops
As they raced down my curves --
Into my valley.

Each stinging kiss and lick between my lips
Made me scream as the watery tongue stroked me
In just the right places.

Black and the thunder rolled
It pleasured deep within.
My eyes flew open!
As the lightning lit my stormy lover.

Drenched, my body began to slide
Along the grass as a serpent
Moving in unison with all that surrounded me --
Swaying in a frenzied dance, but
Blown away in Passion's fury.

I alone remained --

Nails dug deeply, I rode out the storm.
The clouds rolled back.
Sweet sun on my skin.
I smiled as the last drop fell.

 

[Angeline]

Soon a Storm

Desire this great
eats away the night

and never slowing
drinks the morning's
heady draught

bending leaves
and small plants

slurping
drowning grass

soaking in a reign
of storm that beats
the ground's denial
to erode the will
it cultivates

humanity is weak
and everything is
shaken from the sky

Zeus staggers
drunk on Mt. Olympus

careless

cracks the clouds
in myth in passion

throwing mortals
to the ground he
makes them mud

again and again

shape shifter
whirlwind
proud swan
angry prophet

he blows the wind so hard

he thunders
locking soul to bodystorm

he drops us from his beak

and terrified exhausted
we are now forever
in the flash

 

[JUDO]

The Anticipation of a Fast-Moving Squall Line

Electricity in the air,
Pushing me further than I would have imagined.
A darkening sense of inevitability
Pulls at my heart and my breath.

I'm not moving, yet I pant.

On elbows, she reads.
Her blouse drooping, open to my gaze.
Forbidden treasures within
Bring my pulse to quaking.

How can I? How will I?

She's seen me looking.
Casting an eye down her blouse, she doesn't straighten.
Instead, the blouse droops lower
And her chin raises, daring me to see.

My lips dry, I lick them.
My ribs pounding, I breathe deeply
Taking my mind away to a quiet, dark place,
Stopping time as the storm advances.

"Get up."

I open my eyes and knees greet them
Bent on the floor in front of me.
Rising to my knees, her eyes meet mine --
No smile, no wink, no words.

The blouse hits the floor behind her.

"Now you." I hesitate.
"Take it off."
Hands fly down my front,
Pulling the t-shirt from my pants.

Its whispered shadow passes over my head
And softly plunges me into the abyss of her eyes,
Staring, gawking, examining my skin.

The wind fans my passion for the mirror before me.
Her difference, her sameness, her mysteries --

Warmth envelops my breasts
As her hug brings us heart-to-heart.
Lightning, then thunder in the distance.

"Kiss me."

 

[christcat69]

THESE I WROTE FOR MY BABYGIRL

In the Rain

You unleash a side of me that is almost surreal,
I know I can’t be happy forever, but that’s how I feel.
When I awaken each morning, I need you beside me,
And when I drift off to sleep, I want yours, to be the last face I see.
I’ve never been so clear of mind as I am at this moment (spent with you),
You are the only one for me and I am the only one for you.

Moments spent in the rain,
Seeing only you,
Needing only you,
Wanting only you

I can hear the thunder crowd in around us,
I can feel the heat of the lightning,
The rain pours all around us,
And I have only one thought,
Only one….
Of you and I together,
Through every storm,
Through all the sorrow and all the love,

You and I,
Together,
For eternity






Tropical Storm

The symphonic eruption of thunder, hard and monstrous,
Enhanced by the brilliant zaps of lightning,
The heat of our bodies,
The heat of the lightning,
The soft, sweet moans in my ear,
The thunder booming with every thrust you pump into me,
Exploding with energy,
And exploding with light,
Exploding with passion,
Exploding,
Thinking about you, last night.

 

[Guest]

A White Storm

Night darkened by snow
dense white against black
we are warm and golden
joined at the fire.

She rides me relaxed
her hips straddle full;
where I breathe and kiss
she consumes me.

Popping hot embers
the deep urgent thrusts,
her spasms and soakings --
sweet savory lust.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

October

No longer silk, it's October clouds
the interior warmth of your thighs;
my tongue, a vessel advancing through the night
of perilous channels with familiar Hispanic names,
the scent of ravenous sea unfolds in velvet,
in my mouth, shattered the mystery of the algae;
your body, below, welcomes rain and breath and dawn.
And when nautical ventures become faith,
when the altar becomes navigable
despite the rain and thunder, or because,
when the more I sink into your skin,
the more I find and learn and mix,
on the littoral crest suddenly enhanced,
the ritual of scream, the ritual of moan,
and you realize this homage's for you
I finally possess you, I finally reduce you
to a glove,       a sponge,       a goddess,       a ship.

 

[WickedEve]

Wet, Wet Lover

by WickedEve

Outside into the pouring rain,
Cool drops sizzled on my flesh.
Ripping buttons, I fell naked on wet grass
Stretching my arms,
Reaching the heavens.

Down from the sky, wild and untamed
The wet caress pounded hard.
My fingers chased the drops
As they raced down my curves --
Into my valley.

Each stinging kiss and lick between my lips
Made me scream as the watery tongue stroked me
In just the right places.

Black and the thunder rolled
It pleasured deep within.
My eyes flew open!
As the lightning lit my stormy lover.

Drenched, my body began to slide
Along the grass as a serpent
Moving in unison with all that surrounded me --
Swaying in a frenzied dance, but
Blown away in Passion's fury.

I alone remained --

Nails dug deeply, I rode out the storm.
The clouds rolled back.
Sweet sun on my skin.
I smiled as the last drop fell.

Oh, thank you, Judo! I knew a poem was hiding in there.

 

[SA Storm]

Tempest

The rain manipulates my rhythm.
I race
to taste
your drops before they’re washed away.
Sympathetic spasm of lightening,
before the chorused moan we make with thunder.

Fingers claw soil
as I push,
bury myself,
burying you beneath me
as we make mud angels and spiral
primal
feral

The storm has changed us forever I think
as you bite into my shoulder.


I saw my name I had to post something! Great idea Judo!

S.A.

 

[Angeline]

SA Storm

Your poem is powerful--I could hear rain and smell mud. Had to comment!

 

[JUDO]

Re: Tempest

The rain manipulates my rhythm.
I race
to taste
your drops before they’re washed away.
Sympathetic spasm of lightning,
before the chorused moan we make with thunder.

Fingers claw soil
as I push,
bury myself,
burying you beneath me
as we make mud angels and spiral
primal
feral

The storm has changed us forever I think
as you bite into my shoulder.


I saw my name I had to post something! Great idea Judo!

S.A.

SA! Whoo-hoo! Where've you been, boy? Glad to see some new meat on the boards.

Fun poem, too.


- Judo

 

[SA Storm]

New Meat?

Angeline,
That couldn't have been you that day in the field?
Thanks



Judo,
I have never been so flattered.

"New Meat" signing off.

 

[Angeline]

Dear Meat

You're welcome. I've made snow angels and mud pies in my day. There's a joke in there somewhere waiting to be born and if today hadn't been such a long one, I'd figure it out and tell it.

 

[dragonhearted]

ahem

bump