Poetry Competition Ends 29th May 2024 4:55pm
Karma Sutra Me
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem
Hello, My beauties. So the last competition was a trial run for me. I want you to floor me.
You will have 9 cards to choose from. You can choose two cards in one poem and you can enter twice only.
The poem can be of any length. Haiku on up. I just ask if you are making it a vague reference. please let me know in the DM which card it is.
This is a friendly competition. Let's have fun.
I want to feel it even if it hurts. Take me there.
Good luck
I
I have always wanted to fly
To reach a height that only I could feel
To lay on soft pillowed clouds
To soar with external zeal
I have always wanted to climb.
The stairs of Kuramayama Kyoto
To reach the heavens here on earth
So, I soar to the heavens.
As I spread my wings
And you take me,
Without question
Or demands.
So, I can experience
The glory that is.
Within me.
To reach a height that only I could feel
To lay on soft pillowed clouds
To soar with external zeal
I have always wanted to climb.
The stairs of Kuramayama Kyoto
To reach the heavens here on earth
So, I soar to the heavens.
As I spread my wings
And you take me,
Without question
Or demands.
So, I can experience
The glory that is.
Within me.
Written by fianaturie8
(Fia Naturie)
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no Sonnet
No chains no handcuffs or sick slap arounds
no threesome's or moresomes or such like stuff,
no toys or candles dripping hot wax down
and, for fox sake, I'm not your bit of fluff!
No masks or gags or those silly costumes
no dom or sub or from foreign nation,
no public stuff (Don't you dare to presume!)
I have my rules and you will obey them.
No queues no chain or yuki bukkaki
no face sitting or sodomy, or you,
and just lip on lip is where lip should be
just follow the rules and I will be true.
The missionaries did it for long enough
If you want anything else well, tough luck!
(missionary)
no threesome's or moresomes or such like stuff,
no toys or candles dripping hot wax down
and, for fox sake, I'm not your bit of fluff!
No masks or gags or those silly costumes
no dom or sub or from foreign nation,
no public stuff (Don't you dare to presume!)
I have my rules and you will obey them.
No queues no chain or yuki bukkaki
no face sitting or sodomy, or you,
and just lip on lip is where lip should be
just follow the rules and I will be true.
The missionaries did it for long enough
If you want anything else well, tough luck!
(missionary)
Written by Rew
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Twirl-a-Girl
Poem entry for Fia's Karma Sutra competition
Twirl girl do a twirl
Don’t want a missionary
Want my back to arc
(A 5-7-5 haiku)
Twirl girl do a twirl
Don’t want a missionary
Want my back to arc
(A 5-7-5 haiku)
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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V is for Vixen and then Sneak a Peak
V is for Vixen and then Sneak a Peak
The change in position is the something we seek
The table we're using remaining the same
A coupled transition is a part of the game
Her ass on the edge of the table begin
Her calves on his shoulders as he enters in
Penetration is easy her pussy's exposed
He can put it in fully so she knows she's been hosed
Ten strokes is the test, then they move; Sneak a Peak
He must pull her towards him. His legs can't be weak.
The small of her back must be on table's edge edge
To change pussy angle that he drives with his sledge
Her calves are up higher almost up to her knees
The cheeks of her ass 'round his cock if you please
Whereas before were at rest on the table
To penetrate fully, he is just barely able
If the man is hung average with an under six dick
He may only have inside just the head of his prick
So, Sneak a Peak, the position, is the one I would lose
And V is for Vixen is the one I would choose
Written by eightmore
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Arc de triumph
Poem entry for Fia's Karma Sutra competition
My back
I arced
When he
triumphed
Inside
He came
In the dark
The night
I cried
When I
Lost my pride
I let
Him slide
His pride
Inside
Pretended
To fight
He knew
I lied
He saw
The spark
My eyes
Replied
I tried
To hide
My heart
Denied
As
He
triumphed
Inside
I arched
My back
My back
I arced
When he
triumphed
Inside
He came
In the dark
The night
I cried
When I
Lost my pride
I let
Him slide
His pride
Inside
Pretended
To fight
He knew
I lied
He saw
The spark
My eyes
Replied
I tried
To hide
My heart
Denied
As
He
triumphed
Inside
I arched
My back
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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Polymorphic Thunder
"Baby don't be afraid
I will be your reality and your dream,
"Baby don't be afraid
I will be your angel and your fiend,
"Forbidden accomplishments I won't judge
We are in this together from willing love,
"Touch, lick, caress or insert
However, you want it baby I will make it work,
"My intoxicating love can bring desirable shame
Sprinkled with wicked persuasion and pleasurable pain,
"Side effect confusion will be your mental condition
Because within my embrace is how you will be livin,
"Experimentation only leads to scandalous places
Creating between us new intimate faces,
"Baby it is whispered you only live once
So like squirrels gathering for winter-let's get more than one nut,
"The process baby will be love-making slow
The same as gentle rain or light falling snow,
"Understand anytime things can move real fast
But unpredictable weather just never last,
"I want you baby to feel pure intensity
Look into my eyes while excepting all of me,
"Release your delicious juices upon my glistening skin
As I search your gripping chambers deep within,
"Your recovery I just cannot wait
The deal has been sealed-so it's too late,
"Dig into my flesh and moan your complaint
Because this sinner is also an erotic saint,
"Throughout my night long action
My goal to you baby is multiple orgasmic satisfaction,
"Sending mind, body and soul into a psychedelic wonder
As you taste the feel of my polymorphic thunder".
I will be your reality and your dream,
"Baby don't be afraid
I will be your angel and your fiend,
"Forbidden accomplishments I won't judge
We are in this together from willing love,
"Touch, lick, caress or insert
However, you want it baby I will make it work,
"My intoxicating love can bring desirable shame
Sprinkled with wicked persuasion and pleasurable pain,
"Side effect confusion will be your mental condition
Because within my embrace is how you will be livin,
"Experimentation only leads to scandalous places
Creating between us new intimate faces,
"Baby it is whispered you only live once
So like squirrels gathering for winter-let's get more than one nut,
"The process baby will be love-making slow
The same as gentle rain or light falling snow,
"Understand anytime things can move real fast
But unpredictable weather just never last,
"I want you baby to feel pure intensity
Look into my eyes while excepting all of me,
"Release your delicious juices upon my glistening skin
As I search your gripping chambers deep within,
"Your recovery I just cannot wait
The deal has been sealed-so it's too late,
"Dig into my flesh and moan your complaint
Because this sinner is also an erotic saint,
"Throughout my night long action
My goal to you baby is multiple orgasmic satisfaction,
"Sending mind, body and soul into a psychedelic wonder
As you taste the feel of my polymorphic thunder".
Written by CasketSharpe
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no mercy given...
he had his predilections
but his favorite was getting me in a particular position
grasping me by the ankles
& tugging
until my ass hung over the edge of the bed
hands dominantly gripping hips
he preferred this...
unlimited access...
the angle...the depth...
absolute control...
all fit his specific requirements
a need to be completely in charge
& he'd hold me
hostage to his beautiful bondage
ankles resting on his shoulders
patiently maintaining his composure
as if he hadn't just...
...deliberately...
...spent 20 minutes
tortuously inching his way in
snugly tucked...
holy fuck...
less space between our flesh
than a breath
he pressed...
no retreat
murmuring words he knew would undo me
waiting...
as spasm after spasm
passed violently through me
this was no game to him
he took it very seriously
& he was oooh sooo good
when I could no longer move
exhausted by the ecstasy...
his hands would glide slowly upward
one palm around my arched throat
the other anchoring
& I knew from that signal...
oh sweet gods...
all hell was about to be loosed
ahhh the memories...
Written by WillowsWhimsies
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(Not for competing purposes. I'm just having some fun)
"Box Cutter"
Before all the motions
there is the long hello
Wading through emotions
and getting to know
what's inside
before the plunge
into another life
Feels like
being resurrected virgins
When nerves scatter your senses
and experiences
So you start from scratch
As a first touch
upon the surface
How your head is tilted
subconsciously, wanting
the kiss to be
the perfect beginning
This is the movie where
the boy gets the girl
right away
and the credits will roll
like cinnamon buns
in our fingers
With coffee in the morning
Because we're not kids
anymore, and time
reminds us, as an ache
So time to break things
free, in your rooms;
32C
It's what's inside that counts
We agree with our hands snatching
what isn't ours
Making it ours
I hope you like stamina
It's what I got
instead of big arms
So much taller; I am
able
to do the blunt force trauma
from behind, as
I pull your head back
and suck that rapture
out of your mouth
Your hand reaching back
grabbing my ass
Sacrificing walking straight
tomorrow
for the exquisite euphoria
of tonight's
intense persistence
I love how your eyes try
to pay me back, during
this thrashing with scissors
Who the hell runs with them
anyway
The bed is our banishment
as we embellish being sinners
Of skin and pliable bones
forming impossible formations
Where my ending
repeats itself
during the middle
of your movie
Moving in sync is hopeless
You have yours
I have mine
Wild horses buck
frantic
As if a snake threatens
their legs
But I grab your mane
and rhythm comes naturally
once the snake is buried
alive
I'll piston until
your belly button
is an outty
I'll kiss it back in
after the flip
Even as
the next door neighbors
call 911
and report a stabbing
Telling them
it must of been
with scissors
Because damn
you're so loud
when I'm killing it.
~~~
"Box Cutter"
Before all the motions
there is the long hello
Wading through emotions
and getting to know
what's inside
before the plunge
into another life
Feels like
being resurrected virgins
When nerves scatter your senses
and experiences
So you start from scratch
As a first touch
upon the surface
How your head is tilted
subconsciously, wanting
the kiss to be
the perfect beginning
This is the movie where
the boy gets the girl
right away
and the credits will roll
like cinnamon buns
in our fingers
With coffee in the morning
Because we're not kids
anymore, and time
reminds us, as an ache
So time to break things
free, in your rooms;
32C
It's what's inside that counts
We agree with our hands snatching
what isn't ours
Making it ours
I hope you like stamina
It's what I got
instead of big arms
So much taller; I am
able
to do the blunt force trauma
from behind, as
I pull your head back
and suck that rapture
out of your mouth
Your hand reaching back
grabbing my ass
Sacrificing walking straight
tomorrow
for the exquisite euphoria
of tonight's
intense persistence
I love how your eyes try
to pay me back, during
this thrashing with scissors
Who the hell runs with them
anyway
The bed is our banishment
as we embellish being sinners
Of skin and pliable bones
forming impossible formations
Where my ending
repeats itself
during the middle
of your movie
Moving in sync is hopeless
You have yours
I have mine
Wild horses buck
frantic
As if a snake threatens
their legs
But I grab your mane
and rhythm comes naturally
once the snake is buried
alive
I'll piston until
your belly button
is an outty
I'll kiss it back in
after the flip
Even as
the next door neighbors
call 911
and report a stabbing
Telling them
it must of been
with scissors
Because damn
you're so loud
when I'm killing it.
~~~
