Summer Poetry Contest: Semi-Finals Voting (Poems 17-20)

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This thread includes Poems 17-20 for the Literotica summer poetry contest: Under the Boardwalk. Poets were asked to write an erotic poem about summer. Poems are posted in the order in which they were received. Use the poll to vote for your favorite in this thread.

This is a semi-finals voting round. There are a total of 20 entries, so there are five semi-final threads, each with four poems in it. Please vote for your favorite in each thread so everyone has a fair shot at winning! The five winning poems will go on to a finals round, winner takes all. The "all" will be awarded by Laurel and Manu, your friendly Literotica proprietors.

This thread is for voting only. If you have questions or just want to talk about the poems do so in the contest thread, not here. And remember, no public divulging of who wrote what until we have a winner!

Vote on poems 1-4 here.

Vote on poems 5-8 here.

Vote on poems 9-12 here.

Vote on poems 13-16 here.

Good luck everyone and thanks for taking part in the contest. s to all!

 

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Poem 17

cave lovin
by inquisitivepuppy

Bags are packed, food prepared, car loaded down with romance
Time to go, sun is calling, can’t wait to freelance
Sand so hot and water so cool, lay out the towels and hit the waves
Splash around, get all wet, grab her hand and run for the caves
Poke and peek, scream and tease, scare the pants right off of her make her squeak
Run your hands all down her back, up her legs and across her neck, make her knees go weak
Over the bottoms under the top, reach behind and loose the knot
Tie it around her eyes and make her wait, go and fetch the hidden cot
Set it up and take her hand, guide her softly down, and kiss her lips
Caress her belly and flip her over, reach into the bag and pull out the whips
Gently run them down her back across her ass, between her thighs
Tickle her feet and kiss her calves, pull her hands behind and grab the ties
Secure her safe and sound, no moving no escaping, make her want more
Amp it up, ramp it up, hold her down, and make it sting make her sore
Slow it down, speed it up, switch it up, reach underneath and rub her wet
Drop the whips and untie her hands, hold them above her head and continue to pet
Rubbing harder, pushing down, watch her arch her back and whine and moan
Push her back down, climb aboard, pushing, pulling set the tone
Feet above the head, arms raised up, harder and harder, watch her arch and smile
Keep it up, don’t lose the pace, push and pull, and after a while
With a roar and a scream, a moan and a growl together ride the waves
High above the beach, the water and the surf, in the hidden caves
Bring it down, lay it down, snuggle up and pull her close, kiss her softly and look in her eyes
Wipe off her sweat and cover her trembling, pick up the toys and loosen her ties
Kiss her again and thank her for the ride, then ask her if she is ready to hit the beach
Watch her laugh look at the suite pieces, toss it down and with her hand reach
For you her love, her one and only, to the water and the sun
The conclusion to a great day, but in the water, in the nude, you realize you are not done.

 

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Poem 18 (Finalist)

5th & Atlantic
by Remec

The walk is in full tilt,
t-shops crammed with the
usual mix of tourists, fled
to the beach from Canada
or the Midwest, and local
daytrippers who have packed
their cars with everything
they thought would be of
use, but still find themselves
in the traps overspending for
snacks and bottled water,
film and suntan lotion,
knick-knacks they bought
at least once before,

I watch, not the way I did
growing up here, when we would
come down and sit on breaks
from Flipper's playing Robotron or
the first Star Wars arcade games,
sit and savor soft ice cream and
mustard-lined soft pretzels while
quizzing passing tourists as to
where they were from, collecting
bets from each other afterwards.

No, now my eyes gravitate more
towards just enjoying the view,
tight jean, tighter shorts, swimsuits
as risqué as any seen in the fashion
shoots (even if only visible beneath
purposely sheer outer garments),
and making eye contact, maybe
small talk, with passing beauties
more open to moving beyond
such opening gambits since they
know exactly what a summer fling
is all about.

I guess they're right, the living is
easy after all.

 

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Poem 19

Summer
by justine_1962

Lying in your arms
Gentle breezes on soft skin
Strawberry moon

 

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Poem 20

Summer Submission: A Sestina
by niceroticlit

Seven years of curiosity and fantasy:
A movie projecting, the title missed.
Only this wetness has me.
Swelling. Pooling. Dripping.
Smeared on my inner thighs
I only need two fingers.

A feather like stroke from your fingers
tracing my ankle. In my fantasy
two fingers become three along my thighs
and I wonder how much I have missed
ignoring this indulgent dripping.
But when I wake, it’s just me.

Unfulfilled desire blocked by others forces me
to touch my swollen clit with my own fingers.
My back rises up, I am permanently dripping.
In my husband falls asleep movie fantasy
your hard cock never missed
those twenty minutes to slam between my thighs.

Seven years later and I can’t seem to close my thighs.
It’s July and there is nothing to keep you from fucking me.
In the car we catch up on what we’ve missed.
I can’t wait to taste your cock and feel your fingers;
fucking at the airport would have made a great fantasy.
Anticipation. My panties are already dripping.

My hair is pulled back sharply. Dripping
I feel you part my thighs.
This is rougher than my fantasy.
Bent over the couch, your cock opens me,
nipples pinched by your long fingers.
I cry out for what I think I’ve missed.

You drive in hard, making up for chances missed.
Your cock comes out dripping
as you pull me to my knees, place my fingers
so they are gripping your balls, bracing your thighs.
It’s only your cock and me.
Is this really better than the fantasy?

I know now what I missed between my thighs
and this incessant dripping continues to swallow me
but this time I choose my own fingers and the fantasy.