The greatest Poetess in the history of Human poetic Growth

[Sweetwood]

This is the WICKED EVE adoration thread.

If you would like to become an acolyte in the school of poetic initiation of WICKED EVE apply within.

Before you will be allowed to enter the Mysteries Of The WICKED EVE, you must complete the following curriculum:

1. Plumbing 101

2. Wit Development

3. Apple polishing

4. Mystification: 103

5. The Art of Puntangigami

6. Goddess Worshiping

Once you have completed all of the requisites. you will be allowed to post adoratory poems here. The winner will be chosen by WICKED EVE herself, and will receive a really, really big trophy.

Your Master of Ceremonies

SweetWICKED EVEasskisser

 

[WickedEve]

Oh God!

I'm really going to have to be careful about what I say to you, sweetnugget!

Oh well, let the adoration begin!

 

[WickedEve]

Sweetwood!

Uh... sweetforest, where's the adoration?
No one has been in my temple worshipping me! I'm angered! I better see at least one poem dedicated to the greatness that is me... or the greatness that is I... or uh... Anyway, I'll be waiting for the Ode to Wicked!

 

[Sweetwood]

Oh my Goddess the PRESSURE

Next time I am this forward please kick me in the proverbial kahoooooonas before I post... I am now sweating from bathroom renovations and in between I sweat from the pressure. An Ode to Wicked...... would 127 strophes do?

Sweetsweat

 

[Sweetwood]

Double post

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[WickedEve]

Re: Oh my Goddess the PRESSURE

Next time I am this forward please kick me in the proverbial kahoooooonas before I post... I am now sweating from bathroom renovations and in between I sweat from the pressure. An Ode to Wicked...... would 127 strophes do?

Sweetsweat

You may stroke my humongous ego with your puny strophes.

 

[JUDO]

For our Darling Goddess

Acrostic Sonnet

(for WickedEve)

With truth, beneath twin breasts beats life not old.
I trust her laugh and quirk before my own
'Cause night is long and light as sun grows cold
Knows who can call her name by deeds they've sewn.

Each bid from smiths who make their words sing out
Dwell deep and long to win that jewell of grace
Ere judgement comes, we search from guess to doubt
Vexation shakes our spirit and our pace.

Edged joke from her thrusts a cool steel sword.
Reverse to feel her warmth in blood-filled hands
O'er skin's sweet curves that ties a lover's cord –
Care takes a twist that leads to promised lands.

Know her to win enchanting love 'cause it
Soothes gentle soul with heart as much as wit.

 

[WickedEve]

Oh, Judo! Judo!
A sonnet. I can't even write a sonnet! Oh, you are so sweet. That was beautiful.
You're are now officially off my Lightening Bolt list! The rest of you beware, the Goddess has lightening bolts aimed right at your asses.
Excuse me, it's time for my pills. Ohhh, look at the big pretty pink one! Oh, that's my didlo. Didlo? What's a didlo? lol DiLdo!

 

[Sweetwood]

The temples treasury

Oh, can I become the official keeper of your didlo? That would be such an honor! And JUDO will be your high priestess. I could hand her the didlo when she celebrates your rituals.

And maybe we could stick a towel in the temple door while we ritualize.

Sweetwood, Bearer of the Pink Didlo (B.o.P.D.)

 

[WickedEve]

Didlos, vibaters, and butt plags

Yes, sweetwood, you can be keeper of the didlo as long as you don't practice kokigami on the job!
Judo has earned the right to be High Priestess, and to have her ass saved from my lightening bolts (an old didlo that tends to shock)
sweetwife can be keeper of the assbrush in waiting.

And if anyone wants to know what all this has to do with poetry... I don't know! Poets are strange, strange people.

 

[FriskyVagina]

May I join this cult. I'll cleanse myself with the assbrush, then I'll spread my legs and accept the blessing of the didlo. I'm even willing to learn kokigami.
Must I write a poem to save my ass from the lightening bolts?

Though I don't know you
Could learn to adore you
My ass needs the brush
Go slow, no need to rush
My Vagina's frisky for didlo
Stick it where kokigamis go

 

[JUDO]

WickedEve Holy Book of Stimulators


Chapter1, verse 1 through 3:

And it came to pass on the third holy day of our Holy Lady's orgasm that her temple's High Priestess gave unto those present an accounting of sacred objects deemed to be of good worth and value. Be it not the first day, nor second day, but hence the day of trinity, that being the third day. Listen closely, lest ye be confused.

The remaineder of this verse flows as follows:

Didlo - A lengthy cylindrical orb made in the image of the Holy Rod and employed to stimulate hither the fleshy pink channel in need of diddlation (and whichever is lower). Praise be unto you.

Bivrater - An augmentation for the sacred Didlo. Powered unto Her by solar, electric, gas or nuclear device for soothing aches and pains about the Holy neck and shoulders (yeah, right). Praise be unto you.

Bat plug - A confused silica-based material molded in the shape of the little furry, blind winged rodents. When stimulated, it flys under sheets and screams "Oh yeah! Right there!" Praise be unto you.

And such was the accounting given on the third day of Our Lady's Holy Orgasm by her temple's High Pristess. Unto her on the highest plane of existence in that alpha state, we, her flock say, "Lightening, lightening, praise be, and pass the lightening."

 

[WickedEve]

High Priestess Judo, I shall bestow my favor upon you. Go ahead, ask for a favor.
High Priestess Judo, choose a follower and lead him/her to your chambers.
(at the moment we only have sweetwood, but he has been blessed with the power of parting of the pink lips.)

I now need a moment alone to mediate atop my didlo.

Don't come a adorin'
If you see the didlo borin'

 

[JUDO]

And it shall be done. Thy chamber of meditation lies prepared before thee, oh Holiest of Holes. Praise be for the miracle of Holy Reflection is cum. Lightening, lightening, praise be, pass the lightening.

Sweetwood, I seek to place my joy upon thee.


- Judo

 

[Sweetwood]

JUDO celebrated:

Lightening, lightening, praise be, pass the lightening.

I am holding the pink didlo standing to the right, behind the high priestess, waving the incense, chanting the OM of Holiest of Holes.

With my powers bestowed upon me by the Goddess, having everything folded into a neat pregnant crane, I lean backwards over the holy sawhorse parting the pink lips:

When JUDO intones:

Sweetwood, I seek to place my joy upon thee.

and in the moment of bestowance the holy pink didlo shimmers in the blue lightening bolt. The great image of the Goddess pours forth the waters of life while mortals struggle with drowning.

The near death experience initiates and cleanses

OM

Sweetacolyte

 

[REDWAVE]

Court Jester

Can I be like the court jester-- you know, the only one who can get away with making irreverent comments without getting struck by a bolt of lighting from the vaginator?

 

[Sweetwood]

oh yes

sure you can Redwave but you have got to watch out for that assbrush.... it hoights!

Sweetpains