When writing erotic or sex poems...

[ewopper]

what inspired you, a former relationship or affair, a dream of what you hope for someday, a movie, book, song Tv show or picture in a magazine or newspaper supplemental. For me the answer is all of the above. But more often than not the image that inspires me is usually non sexual in nature, just an attractive female in a scenic background

 

[WickedEve]

I'm usually horny when I write them.

 

[ewopper]

I'm usually horny when I write them.

having gotten older I write them as an aid to get me horny

 

[WickedEve]

having gotten older I write them as an aid to get me horny

Hmm... poetry as a sexual aid. It could work.
Seriously, I usually write about experiences that I've had. Occasionally, I'll write down some fantasy or dream. Though, the majority of the time I write non erotic poetry.

 

[bogusbrig]

what inspired you, a former relationship or affair, a dream of what you hope for someday, a movie, book, song Tv show or picture in a magazine or newspaper supplemental. For me the answer is all of the above. But more often than not the image that inspires me is usually non sexual in nature, just an attractive female in a scenic background

Hmm Yearning to return to a delightful experience usually does the trick for me though I'm not confident about any erotica I write. I usually feel like I've strayed off my natural stomping ground.

Now if you want to know about HATE poetry, I've got a former relationship that really does inspire me and I don't feel I've strayed into unfamiliar territory. She's the one that told me that there is more romance in a house brick than me.

All I can say, that means I've got more than her!

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

Okay, this isn't true, but I was inspired to write it because I was with someone for 5 years who sexually bored the hell out of me. Well... I'll admit it's half true, but only the beginning lines.

"Pleasures Of The Net"

I sneak out when my man's at work,
And yes, I say it with a smirk.
So many times I've been so bored.
My sex life sucks ‘cause I'm ignored.

No shame to go behind his back.
I knew some one would like a snack.
This ass of mine went on the net.
At last I found myself a pet.

I'm called the whore that gets her way,.
I found a 'sub' who said, "let's play".
He knew I liked to take control.
It turned him on when I said "roll"

Oh, what a pleasure, yes, indeed!
The cam went on and we proceed.
I slammed his body to the bed,
And jumped on top to give him head.

I begged for him to pull my hair.
Since many men just love to stare.
My mouth was craving for his cum,
But then he shouted "gimmie some!"

My body thrown down to the floor,
He took control; I wanted more.
This turned me on to my surprise,
Got sopping wet between my thighs.

I've always been Miss. Dominate,
But as he said, "you needed it"
This horny pussy's been without.
He licked that baby like a scout.

I begged for him to talk to me.
He said, "you taste like sweet honey"
So gently kissed my inner thigh,
Then bit my clit, which made me high.

He proved his point; he liked the taste,
Got on one knee and grabbed my waist.
I got that missle plunging deep,
He sternly said, "you're mine to keep"

The wetness grew with every thrust,
Euphoric ride; I am in lust!
The more he spoke into my ear,
My legs grew rigid; I was near.

I screamed out loud, "Keep fucking me!"
Digging nails; he can't break free,
Squeezed his ass and said "don't stop!"
We both had came; he licked each drop.

Lost count of days I was his whore,
Again got bored and needed more.
I put myself back on the net,
A threesome; I just had to get!

~

I don't write much rhyming poetry anymore. When I first came to the site, someone said to try free verse, and it'd be much easier for me. I still find both to be difficult at times. Most of my work comes from pain, and is usually blown out of proportion. I made a deal with myself recently - no more dark poetry! It's only making me feel worse. So, I've been trying to write about some great memories of my childhood, but I can't seem to find a nice way to end them. It's going to take some time since I've written darker (er) poetry for years.

 

[WickedEve]

Hmm Yearning to return to a delightful experience usually does the trick for me though I'm not confident about any erotica I write. I usually feel like I've strayed off my natural stomping ground.

Now if you want to know about HATE poetry, I've got a former relationship that really does inspire me and I don't feel I've strayed into unfamiliar territory. She's the one that told me that there is more romance in a house brick than me.

All I can say, that means I've got more than her!

Romance is lame, anyway, brickman.
My idea of a good time involves whips and a tub of lube.

 

[bogusbrig]

Romance is lame, anyway, brickman.
My idea of a good time involves whips and a tub of lube.

Well as it happens I just have some here.

 

[WickedEve]

Well as it happens I just have some here.

When I say tub, I mean bathtub. I like a man who is extremely prepared.

 

[annaswirls]

Romance is lame, anyway, brickman.
My idea of a good time involves whips and a tub of lube.

oh damn that reminds me I need to finish my shopping

 

[WearMeWell]

*Deep curtsey...I could not resist the topic. (well, I could have, but...I didnt want to work that hard...*lol)

I write...though none of you have had the chance to read anything I have written...(I have not posted anything)

I am much like ewopper...all of the above inspires me.

...suddenly, this is feeling a bit,...unfair?...lol, I have written, but y'all have not read...hmmmm

ok...back to the point....anyone besides me, ever had 'external muses'?
In whatever form...but the same muse?

hmmmm.

 

[wildsweetone]

what inspired you, a former relationship or affair, a dream of what you hope for someday, a movie, book, song Tv show or picture in a magazine or newspaper supplemental. For me the answer is all of the above. But more often than not the image that inspires me is usually non sexual in nature, just an attractive female in a scenic background

i write whatever i feel whenever i have the urge. usually an image or an emotion will trigger something for me. i rarely sit down to write something erotic, sometimes it turns out that way but at the moment i'm too busy learning to write everything else that erotic can wait.

 

[wildsweetone]

*Deep curtsey...I could not resist the topic. (well, I could have, but...I didnt want to work that hard...*lol)

I write...though none of you have had the chance to read anything I have written...(I have not posted anything)

I am much like ewopper...all of the above inspires me.

...suddenly, this is feeling a bit,...unfair?...lol, I have written, but y'all have not read...hmmmm

ok...back to the point....anyone besides me, ever had 'external muses'?
In whatever form...but the same muse?

hmmmm.

Hi WearMeWell i don't think i've said hello to you before. welcome to the Poetry Forum. time to share your writing!

 

[bogusbrig]

When I say tub, I mean bathtub. I like a man who is extremely prepared.

I think I'm having a Wicked moment.

 

[WickedEve]

I think I'm having a Wicked moment.

Everyone eventually does.

 

[ewopper]

Romance is lame, anyway, brickman.
My idea of a good time involves whips and a tub of lube.

I'm scared a you lol

 

[ewopper]

i write whatever i feel whenever i have the urge. usually an image or an emotion will trigger something for me. i rarely sit down to write something erotic, sometimes it turns out that way but at the moment i'm too busy learning to write everything else that erotic can wait.

I understand, yet and still my mind stays on meeting and seducing lovely women such as yourself. If I can't do it at least I can write about it

 

[ewopper]

oh damn that reminds me I need to finish my shopping

I'm on aisle 9 next to the spices lmao

 

[ewopper]

Okay, this isn't true, but I was inspired to write it because I was with someone for 5 years who sexually bored the hell out of me. Well... I'll admit it's half true, but only the beginning lines.

"Pleasures Of The Net"

I sneak out when my man's at work,
And yes, I say it with a smirk.
So many times I've been so bored.
My sex life sucks ‘cause I'm ignored.

No shame to go behind his back.
I knew some one would like a snack.
This ass of mine went on the net.
At last I found myself a pet.

I'm called the whore that gets her way,.
I found a 'sub' who said, "let's play".
He knew I liked to take control.
It turned him on when I said "roll"

Oh, what a pleasure, yes, indeed!
The cam went on and we proceed.
I slammed his body to the bed,
And jumped on top to give him head.

I begged for him to pull my hair.
Since many men just love to stare.
My mouth was craving for his cum,
But then he shouted "gimmie some!"

My body thrown down to the floor,
He took control; I wanted more.
This turned me on to my surprise,
Got sopping wet between my thighs.

I've always been Miss. Dominate,
But as he said, "you needed it"
This horny pussy's been without.
He licked that baby like a scout.

I begged for him to talk to me.
He said, "you taste like sweet honey"
So gently kissed my inner thigh,
Then bit my clit, which made me high.

He proved his point; he liked the taste,
Got on one knee and grabbed my waist.
I got that missle plunging deep,
He sternly said, "you're mine to keep"

The wetness grew with every thrust,
Euphoric ride; I am in lust!
The more he spoke into my ear,
My legs grew rigid; I was near.

I screamed out loud, "Keep fucking me!"
Digging nails; he can't break free,
Squeezed his ass and said "don't stop!"
We both had came; he licked each drop.

Lost count of days I was his whore,
Again got bored and needed more.
I put myself back on the net,
A threesome; I just had to get!

~

I don't write much rhyming poetry anymore. When I first came to the site, someone said to try free verse, and it'd be much easier for me. I still find both to be difficult at times. Most of my work comes from pain, and is usually blown out of proportion. I made a deal with myself recently - no more dark poetry! It's only making me feel worse. So, I've been trying to write about some great memories of my childhood, but I can't seem to find a nice way to end them. It's going to take some time since I've written darker (er) poetry for years.

Don't worry about structure so much; or about drawing from past experiences, try writing of fantasies, or when you're in a crowd, pick someone out from the crowd that for whatever reason attracts you, then weave them into a hypothetical sexual encounter letting your mind flow free.after finishing and rereading you can make changes as needed

 

[ewopper]

Hmm Yearning to return to a delightful experience usually does the trick for me though I'm not confident about any erotica I write. I usually feel like I've strayed off my natural stomping ground.

Now if you want to know about HATE poetry, I've got a former relationship that really does inspire me and I don't feel I've strayed into unfamiliar territory. She's the one that told me that there is more romance in a house brick than me.

All I can say, that means I've got more than her!

in anger we all say things to and about each other we don't really mean, I've had women say the same to me one day and the next want to have sex. My advice is get angry, get over your anger, and move on. Picture a woman you'd love to be with, and let your imagination play star trek, go where no man has gone before. It worked for me

 

[bogusbrig]

in anger we all say things to and about each other we don't really mean, I've had women say the same to me one day and the next want to have sex. My advice is get angry, get over your anger, and move on. Picture a woman you'd love to be with, and let your imagination play star trek, go where no man has gone before. It worked for me

With HER I definitely went where no man has been before! Hell and back! And yes, I got burnt a whole bundle!

But here is another from the archives. A nice memory.


CARS
You choose your car
Like you choose your lover
*(Dominique began her weird French discourse)
Not necessarily the most beautiful
Nor the fastest
It could be a little dated
With the springs a little stiff!
But it's the overall package
The kudos of having something "autre"

Angelique insisted on the Mini
(Insisting it was possible)
Pull your knees up into your chest
Let his head press into the hook of your neck
His deep breaths sweat your breasts
The whole tangled choreography is at a juncture, she said
That allowed him deepest penetration

Francois scoffed and pointed to the Deux Chev Veux
Forget its sewing machine engine
It has springs to die for!
Open the sunroof she explained
Stand up and feel the warm summer air
Drifting in off the Atlantic
He comes up at you
Primal and hungry
The car maybe static but boy!
Your mind is doing the ton!

If a man's car is an extension of his penis
Continued Dominique
Is it fair to say the way he drives
Is probably how he fucks?
Angelique intervened
"Is the way a woman drives the way she fucks?"
I looked up at Dominique in amazement
Remembering how she drove me back from Vannes to St Pierre
Surging down the back lanes
Swinging into one bend and skidding out of another
Riding the dips and brows like she was riding a bronco
A battered old red Renault 4 with a deceptive acceleration!


Epilogue

I saw Dominique some years later
Leaving a restaurant off Pont Neuilly
She had lost her youthful jaunt
That fresh roundness had gone
She was more angular
Like she was guarding her weight too zealously
She stepped in to a Mercedes that was waiting
With the cold charm of a sophisticate
You don't have young eager sex in a Mercedes
You don't even make love
You make a deal
Dominique looked like someone
Who had made a deal!

 

[WickedEve]

With HER I definitely went where no man has been before! Hell and back! And yes, I got burnt a whole bundle!

Women are such bitches, aren't they?
By the way, I truly like the poem. It's smart and sexy. It appears that it wasn't written by a dumbass--or a brick. I just hate it when dumbasses write poetry--bless their silly, silly, little hearts.

 

[bogusbrig]

It appears that it wasn't written by a dumbass--or a brick. I just hate it when dumbasses write poetry--bless their silly, silly, little hearts.

I do my best Eve, I do my best.

 

[WickedEve]

I do my best Eve, I do my best.

And I appreciate it. You're such a good boy.

 

[Raine D8]

I'm usually horny when I write them.

I don't post enough, and the one I have? Well, yes, "something like this."