What Am I?

[champagne1982]

Okay, the purpose of this thread is to pose the "What Am I?" question as erotically as you can. Have fun. I'll go first.

Melted,
Dripping over her skin,
Slowly cooling to hardness.
The drop.
Suspended animation,
off the frilly edge of her pink pout.
Quivering with each beat of her heart,
Shaking in time with her pulse.

What Am I?

 

[Maria2394]

you have me thinking soft candle wax, but wax doesnt quiver, does it?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

The wax doesn't quiver, but the hot stuff on top of it sure does.

 

[Angeline]

Lauren!

I just woke up and what's the first thing I see but you talking about "quivering hot stuff." I agree it's candle wax, though I think it ain't the candle that's quivering, but the ermmm thing the wax is falling on (owwies).

oh wait. it's *all* quivering. lol. ooookay.

So what is it Carrie?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Hahaha.

I think it's pretty obvious exactly what is quivering, but you have to admit that the image of the little flame quivering in time with it and her heartbeat is beautiful.

 

[WickedEve]

green jello

 

[eagleyez]

yellow matter custard
drippin from a dead dogs eye-

koo koo ka choo

mornin poet types-

happy halloween

 

[Angeline]

Yup, it is that Lauren-luverly, but hot wax is something I wanna hear, not drip on me (lol, boy is that an age-revealing reference).

yellow matter custard
drippin from a dead dogs eye-

uck. The one line in that song that makes my gorge rise and he makes me look at it. Lol.

(P.S. The walrus was Paul.)

And Eve? What the hell is doin in that AV? Omg! I love it!

 

[eagleyez]

Yup, it is that Lauren-luverly, but hot wax is something I wanna hear, not drip on me (lol, boy is that an age-revealing reference).




uck. The one line in that song that makes my gorge rise and he makes me look at it. Lol.

(P.S. The walrus was Paul.)

And Eve? What the hell is doin in that AV? Omg! I love it!

not very erotic huh? well it musta been the green jello reference-

 

[champagne1982]

green jello

My motion stills when at last I meet,
The sugar of your lips,
Ahh but the journey to those,
Candied kisses!
I shook, I trembled,
All the while light shone through me,
And gave me colour.
You bring me to your warmth,
And once inside,
I melt.

 

[champagne1982]

Trend...

Has anyone else noticed I've said a lot about melting?

It must be because it's -16 celcius (1 fahrenheit) and I'm hoping that someone will thaw me out!

Happy Halloween!

 

[WickedEve]

Yup, it is that Lauren-luverly, but hot wax is something I wanna hear, not drip on me (lol, boy is that an age-revealing reference).




uck. The one line in that song that makes my gorge rise and he makes me look at it. Lol.

(P.S. The walrus was Paul.)

And Eve? What the hell is doin in that AV? Omg! I love it!

Here's a link to the bigger (and white hair for him) version. That's my Master and me (all twisty looking of course) but the graphic turned out cool.

 

[WickedEve]

My motion stills when at last I meet,
The sugar of your lips,
Ahh but the journey to those,
Candied kisses!
I shook, I trembled,
All the while light shone through me,
And gave me colour.
You bring me to your warmth,
And once inside,
I melt.

Finally, green jello poetry. I have thing about green jello. Not necessarily a good thing...

 

[Angeline]

Eve that is just a very cool picture. I like how you're all wiggly looking, in an Abstract Expressionist sorta way.

Hey, I was in a green jello fight once (just the leftovers from the fridge, not in a tub of the stuff in some bar, thank you). It was....uh....messy.

And Carrie, poor frozen you, we need a hot poetry challenge to warm you up. darkmaas? Maybe more thermodynamic stuff? Carrie's cold.

 

[champagne1982]

[. . .] a very cool picture. [. . .]

[color=royal blue]Sometimes found in an unlikely niche,
A colorburst of movement,
Perhaps an instant
Of still life,
Captured,
Or a heartbeat,
Frozen in time,
Someone can cry or yet,
Smile as I bask in their regard,
As long as I leave an impression.[/color]

 

[darkmaas]

Thermodynamics for Poets

darkmaas? Maybe more thermodynamic stuff? Carrie's cold.

To thaw out poets
here's a little recipe
a burst is all she needs
of 100 proof Enthalpy.

But careful dear
when warm as warm can be
don't be drug down
by wastrel Entropy.

 

[Angeline]

o' nightlight you November moon,
impress upon the trees your silent
shine and filter through the leaves
that fall along the roadway too soon
the hours pass and seasons drift
like words drop in poems upon a page
that echoes life or love that wings
past rage and flies weakly beating
like the last junebug, the train whistle
or wild fading lake calls of the loon

 

[eagleyez]

luna cut clean in half
an amber nickel tinsnipped
and gleaming

the suggestion of the other
refects in to the air
and down on the rivervalley.

 

[Guest]

Reach up and pull me
Down
Smooth skinned
And smelling of the summer
Inhale my heady scent
Bite me, cut me
Find my juice
Oh I am intoxicating
.

 

[champagne1982]

A spark of awareness glistening
from the thought behind
this liquid orb.

Laughter seen around the edges,
carved in temple skin.

The fringes drawn to cover them,
or to flutter with coy delight.

You see, eye see...
What am I?

 

[WickedEve]

Cool lost and found thread!

eyes?

 

[champagne1982]

Cool lost and found thread!

eyes?

Yes! You win . Now you gotta ask one.

This is pretty cool. I hope it goes longer this time.

 

[WickedEve]

Yes! You win . Now you gotta ask one.

This is pretty cool. I hope it goes longer this time.

Oh, let me think of something. I just wrote some poems and I'm kind of withered at the moment. I'll think of something, though! Thinking now...

I am between the crack,
snug and snappable.

I may frustrate in crowded space.
no, don't touch me,
not here in the mall.
we need privacy.
though,

don't I excite you?

adjust me if you must.

What am I?

 

[WickedEve]

champ, this would be a kick ass challenge. Give people about a week, then have all the What Am I poems submitted for the same day. No mention of What Am I in the poem, only titles. Make the poems complex enough so that the reader really has to think about it for a moment. I bet this would generate a lot of PC and emails. You can have the poems on a Tuesday (my review day) if you want.

 

[flyguy69]

Oh, let me think of something. I just wrote some poems and I'm kind of withered at the moment. I'll think of something, though! Thinking now...

I am between the crack,
snug and snappable.

I may frustrate in crowded space.
no, don't touch me,
not here in the mall.
we need privacy.
though,

don't I excite you?

adjust me if you must.

What am I?

I have to think thong and hard about this one...