An erotic challenge.

Write something that's not your typical 'erotica'..

By that, i mean- don't use the completely typical, overused words such as; 'treasure', 'core', 'flower', folds', breath/neck, skin/skin, cock/pussy/balls etc. etc. (though, if you're going to use these, make sure they're used Differently to the norm.. make that Waaaay differently)

Really think about it. It's not always perfect.
Write in an honest, warts and all way WITHOUT using typical language or cliches.

Not looking for porn.

New entries preferred but if you have something old that fits..
feel free.



For a great example of what i'd consider 'warts and all' &'honest'
(and Please read them; use them as inspiration. Otherwise,
you'll just hit me with the same old/same old)
read these;

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/2198-seventeen-months/
by Cthonian

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/71350-battlefucking/
by Betty

(just a quick two off-the-top-of-my-head favorites)



Two weeks
Chat if you like
have fun

.Shrapnel.

Feel that leather bind
That leather bind to wrists
Held high like homage
To The Lord,
I raise plams overhead
In search
Of heaven

Cool air warmed
at the parting of legs
Held buoyantly apart
As soft flesh part like new spring
Blooming
Razor sharp pins
Dance across anxious skin
Hands embrace
Pressed thumbs into waist
Baring bicuspids
across breast

This agony
is so satisfying,
Biting in bits along spine
Laying tongue like tracks
to alternate universes
Where skies rain beads of sweat

Beyond valleys,
Moist with longing
I inhale you,
Like oceans evaporated
Tapestries unravelling
Rock formations crumbling
Hands burrowing deep within
center
until seismic collisions
alter the landscape,
and bodies cling onto each other
for saving grace

Blood Bees


With blood bees heeding her thigh

she sits in duck water. " I know that if I'm just a goldfish,
    doesn't mean I vow to never learn how to fly", and the truth never annihilated her.

To say she never sacrificed at least
    one current upon this well
would be a lie.

A suitor sat on the high rim of her well and kissed her with a brackish essence.
The womb carried no longer.
She bled no magic.
And the man broke his wrist  for hers. Dear Goddesss, gathered teh courage to stand before a man.
A species that had always been the prime of her kind's destruction.


But suitor wasn't no such creature. He bent time and stones. The love was finally sweeter and she,
   hopefully better not drown in this drain.

She jumped over the high edge with lizard knees and her fair hair never told a tale.
Bloody bees hum a mantra.
Bloody bees strike the water.
Bloody bees no longer sting.
One of a kind.
A different bug. Blood bees die young.
And so will this love.
She knows only thee like she in the end


will make love in wells and then
forever yield.

By LerdGoin

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/104451.jpg

The Waiting Goddess

She lay sprawled on her bed

As if her long body had collapsed there

In agony waiting for her lover’s embrace



Her legs, the color of fresh cream,

Can be seen peeking through her black fishnet stockings

Her bare alabaster torso wrapped in a long strand of pearls

Forms an alluring bridge between her black lace bra and panties

Completing her sensual ensemble



Her long fingers  cup her breasts

Emerging from her garment like two snow covered hills

The tops of which are peaked with erect nipples, waiting to be suckled

Appearing as two islands

Encircled by a striking pink areola sea



Her silky soft shoulders are draped off the side of the bed

Her long neck  points downward

And her auburn hair, like a waterfall, cascades to the floor



Her eyes are closed

And her full lips are parted

As if she dreams of her lover’s caress

Filling her deepest places with his passion

And so waits the goddess

By Lerd Goin 08/21/2012

“Me On Your Parted Lips”
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Your
unbelievable
feminine-form
takes
me to
realms
yet unseen.
I dream of you
standing buff
in the moonlight,
silver light bounces
off your
melancholy
mouth,
making me
quiver
with anticipation.
I cannot
fight my primal urge,
my hot blood surges
through me.
I need you,
I want you.
I smile at
the sultry-look
you carry in
crystalline-eyes,
beckoning me
to deliver
you from
sin-sensations
and
I oblige,
filling you
completely
with a soft sigh.
I am
your stud-lover
only,
you are mine,
no other one
compares,
so very fine,
you bring out
the snake in me,
my heart bounces
like
an earthquake
when you touch me.
As two horny-devils,
we rub thighs
and mix,
comingle,
both of us
getting our
fiery-fix,
succulence.
I lick the
sweat on your brow
as you
jingle my orbs
with your nails,
lightly,
my strong-knees
can feel
the
rising tides
of this union.
Our inhibitions melt,
I am intoxicated
by your rhythm,
firing my fantasy
inside
your wantonness,
so deep,
I can taste me
on
your parted lips.

Thank you to those who have entered thus far...


(but don't forget to read the two poems referenced above)

I See You...
Your wicked innocence draws me, your illusions full of chaos are yet peaceful to me somehow...a puppet drawn and pulled by strings of lust and deviance, wanting what I knew I couldn't have, it wasn't mine...I took you with a vengeance, your blood mingled with mine, tears and sweat became one just as our souls... screams never heard of satisfaction...you trembled under my hands and repeated every word I said....If only this could last forever, I know they will come for you soon, they always do...Don't worry It only hurts for a second, then everything will be clear and you will belong to me...
By: r, fuller 11/14/2011

Hmmm can't wait to post my own poems ℓ̊ just cant wait to see wat all these i̶̲̥̅̊s̶̲̥̅̊ all about.

I hear it's sexy to have a brain.

Portion

This meronomy can be
such an enlightened portion;
No questions to fill
the mouth, only definings.

Semantics lay warmly
upon her tongue
pronouncing plump synonyms
with humming verbalization.

She orates the base
of his thesaurus, making him
part of her sentence
one simile at a time.

There are sweet degrees in what dribbles
upon educated lips.

stretched out, and undone



I imagine you’ll taste  
like deep ocean seawater
and that I’ll need to take care
to ensure I’m not lost overboard
in you swelling tides
 
forgive me, now
if I move my mind  
to more salty times
ahead
 
my aim, from the first pour of drinks  
to the losing of clothes  
when they become  
an unwearable complication
will be an exploration  
of the instrument of you
to find the correct pressure
of your pleasure
 
a delicate dance to tune my hands, my fingers, my lips  
to the vibrations of tone
from your slender throat
a perfect assault on senses
always light
never quite arrived
the round and round and down and down
of your willing destruction
 
then, when you are stretched out and undone
that other tuning
to find the rhythm  
of your most unchoreographed primal dance
the tuning of hips
the hang, that perfect moment of about-to-fuck, my-tip-to-your-lips anticipation
the thigh-on-thigh beginning of the end
I’ll make you come and get me with your hips, little by little
forcing your body to admit its needs for the chemical heats that rule you
 
then the first slide, the slow initial fill  
and the hold
hip bone against hip bone
to open you to the idea  
of my carnal curses
led here, to your furnace, by the fire  
of our common elements
and the percussive dangerous surf  
of our hearts
 
and now only the building of sensation
in give and take
and endless immersion
until yours is the only beauty in the world and our senses are as basic as how hot and how deep and how long can it last when the pressure is a wall of pelvic language and freight trains coming and the answer will be given in short breaths and tightened waves of muscles dancing over my own almost fatal embedment, me lost and drowned in the smell of your hair, gathering for that last act, when you are as undone as a blown-out summer storm, and as open as the ocean you taste of
 
our last moments...lost to biology, and the firing of heavy guns...  
 
when we breathe again
we will lie  
in the aftermath  
of our small deaths
a limb-tangled meditation  
on silence  
and desire  
and just deserts
and I’ll catch a glimpse  
of what I have done
in your lazy used-up eyes
 
knowing this’ll happen  
every time
you dare
to reach  
so far in  
to me  

Putesco

I've never been more curious 
than when they curled over my knees 

my thighs; the thick trunks 
smattered in moss, 
removed by the birds 
who homed themselves in nooks, 
singing their perpetual evensongs. 

Those shadowed vines, they crept in 
with their deep veined histories 

bleached by the pools 
of every ditch they've ever laid in, 
every wound from the wild 
every constriction to their deaths, 
to scar tallies into the bark. 

And they rot so slowly, 
those spires 

to saddened ends in mulch, 
where the birds ceased screaming, 
their echoes spent 
and I could lay with the dead wood 
long after dark

Not sure if this is what you're looking for Violet, if not, I will try again.  It is honest.  



Libido In A Glass



You liked me blonde
dressed for sin
just for your filthy paws


the coming
fuck-me-around-the-clock
weekend
was your thing not mine
though you insisted I oblige you


so you put my libido
in a glass of alcohol
spiked with your indulgence
then got me to swallow it
down my oblivious oral escape

"you were a sneaky bastard"


my skin flushed
against your slimy body
your hands irritated the fuck
out of my parted legs
but I didn't want them to stop
yet still wanted to tell you
to get out of my sight


when you decided to ram
your worthless dick
into my hate for you
I would close my eyes
and blow you away


laid out and done
I demanded you finish off
what you started
straddling your wasted body
grinding my anger down
taking you right over the edge

Night and Day are One

Lithe, a graceful gathering of skins
Folding together in contented sighs
Chest to breasts, bosoms rest
Hearing heartbeats as they melt
Together, flowing, weaving
Needs, desires, hungers to love

Fire burning high, burning bright
Fails to candle to the light
Mere flickers of flame to the heat
A lunar of needs two souls to keep
The silver moon hides his eyes
Orbiting the bright writhing suns

Ember burning down to nought
The twilight passes to midnight hours
Entwined to heat the cooled air
Burst to liquid flame
Tossed into paraffin
Two orbs, light the night

Gentle goes the entwined souls
Nature as with nature goes
Sleep unaware of coming dawn
For nights and days, they are one.

.:Day Camp for Strays:.




not a peep show…more
tuned & in-tune to a freak show,,, one well wrapped
once unveiled she’s committed. wondering what’s with it?  
the mad, us lads sharing this… we call it
the bare shared in all of this…this one
she says, give me somethin to kiss
pleasantly packaged and positioned as a paramour
ready to soar, the bull, the crap, the cock

the smudged letters; the settled upon numbers
the finger pointing. Dare we say it was like a daycare
a place where the kid’s play lingers there
this damsel doubles-down; she gets it…doable
it’s about getting  making it all accruable
making all this, making it all appear fair
then onto what’s rare…the care, this taker
never the faker..

this secret agent placed in charge
she and her affectionate ways; the passion in how she plays
the pulling, the placing of our…man made up minds
good times gathering us along with our C-notes
another session of a.. glamourized psycho
let’s go, no restraints least none to speak of
with love… what love?
pretty patience placed into practice
built to crack us…once paid up, she’ll fade up
wherein we the hard-up will start-up
she’ll be having us act-up attaining the facts
nothing here lacks here by way of the metrics
her tactics, we’re hoping praying to measure up

::Oh GOD I’m COMING…I’m Here!!!

her body seemingly everywhere
attempting to achieve a double-spaced taste
nothing to waste…below and above tha waist
the tripling up on any innuendo, our crescendo
with all due care…this is about to go beyond rare
an all out affair; an out of body experience
she’s wrapped up and around for who?
for you…for what you’ll do
takes time to get this new…so true…all

the tit for tat one can possibly stand
built for every man, any man, any minor or major can
any man meandering in his own decency
any man seeking his own harlot of harmony  
the love of contentment; that
need for her concurrence
her heat…exactly like a furnace; blowing
the men coming then going; all knowing
come little doggie, it’s barking time and
we’re in the need of a known howl…

…thirst-in’