An erotic challenge.

can you change the colour of the poem to black?

(there are some who will find it difficult to read)

[size=1][b][color=Black]Too Hot For Sex

It is an unseasonably hot Spring morning
They sit on the back patio finishing their breakfast
Sweat already beading on their foreheads
With the morning news they fan themselves

He gets up and goes inside the house
Minutes later he emerges through the screen door
In his left hand he carries a small cooler
Draped over his right arm is a large beach towel

He is now wearing only his racing swimsuit
Made too tight by his protruding package
She says “going for a swim?
He says nothing and simply grabs her hand

Lifting from her lawn chair she eyes him curiously
He guides her across the yard to under the expansive peach tree
The birds are singing and bees collect love from the blossoms
The fragrance of which is made more acute by the heat

He spreads out the towel
Motions for her to lay down on her back
Now kneeling he Begins to strip off her shorts and panties
She exclaims “ don’t touch me babe, it’s way too hot for sex!”

Silently he continues to reveal her alluring beauty
Removing her tee shirt he exposes her ample breasts
Bending he tenderly licks her nipples
The tip of his tongue the only thing connecting him to her

Opening the cooler he removes a single cube of ice
She shudders as he glides the cold over her red cheeks
He runs the crystalline relief over her lips
Passionately he kisses her, his tongue introduces a possible
conclusion to the story

Grabbing another cube he continues his sensual exploration
She shivers as he travels down her neck
The glistening stream entering the valley of her cleavage
Her gasps are evidence that he’s reached her bracing tits

He draws a single shimmering line between her navel and her pelvis
As if connecting the dots he glides his tongue along the path
Stopping at the edge of her humid forest
Up and down, row by row he soaks her pubic garden

He nudges her to roll on her back and she complies
He lifts her chestnut brown hair and devours the back of her neck
He paints with yet another chilly block her irresistible white shoulders
Her breath quickens as he traverses her sensitive spine

As if icing a cake he liberally coats her gorgeous alabaster ass
Refreshing drops cascading into her central crevice
Like a mischievous boy he methodically lick off all the frosting
His tongue feels rough on her smooth white skin

In his sexy baritone voice he whispers “lift up your ass baby”
Giggling she says “that tickles” as he rims, with a melting cube, her puckered hole
The silvery residue from the ice mingled with her juices quenches her fiery lips
Slipping off his suit he drags his swollen head across her labia
adding precum to the erotic cocktail

She moans “I need you inside me”
He opens her wide and licks her bottom to clit
Then he plunges headlong into her succulent pussy
She pushes back wanting to feel his full measure

His hands on her butt cheeks for support
Slowly, not wanting to generate excessive heat
He glides his hardened steel tool in and out
Sensing her climax he dives deep and holds

Matching her moans to his groans
They reach orgasm together
He bathes her insides with his hot cream
She shudders in utter ecstasy

She looks at him still wide eyed with pleasure
He grins pleased with his well received surprise
She says “looking ahead to tomorrow,
Can you please not touch me again?

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Written by Lerdgoin 05/14/2013

I'm obsessed
and your to blame
your driving me crazy
im going insane
i hear your voice
i taste your lips
i close my eyes
your making me strip
slowly,easily into nothing
Unconscious Sub conscious
i claim from you nothing
your body my soul
entangled in glee
longing, craving dying to be free
sextatic my fanatic
your good for my blood
my weakness inside becomes devoured by your love
i want you now to give me all
i want to feel
the lovers sprawl
come claim and remain
my paradise road
never let go
this touchs worth more than gold

Fizmo


Just two.......

.......lay them high upon the
rim of your crystal glass
and with scarlet lips mistress,
tip me in.....

.......deep into to your
lustful, morbid, heated sin,
I go.

I've fallen into your warm, wet
chemical overflow.

Tossing, turning
thrusting up
forced back down

Agitated.....

......can you hear that effervescent
bubbling sound
inside your creamy white flow

Just......

.........as I think my toes hit the bottom,
up again, I go.

Where do I begin?
When shall it end?
Such a forceful torrent,
a chemical reaction.
Feels so good, so surreal
I can no longer pretend......

......as my mind fades
into loud white noize
I close my blackened eyes
within your death grip
your wings squeeze me tightly.........

.......my eros heart, overjoyed.

"pop pop, fizz fizz
oh what a *release* it is"

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I remember,
that day your thighs fastened around my waist,
like a snake constricting it's prey, I gave in.
And our lips met with haste;
your eyes begging for forgiveness of our sin.
 
And your grasp around me grew tighter,
and every muscle in my body fluttered under my skin.
Pulling away from each other it was all a blur,
You falling onto the bed like an elegant angel from within.
 
And I fell with you as lust filled our veins,
grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head; consuming every ounce of passion I could get.
Rocking my hips against you; loving you in all your favorite ways.
My lips now melt on your neck; the lights are dimmed and the mood is set.
 
Hop on top; you can have your turn,
and you can turn that shirt I gave you inside out.
Feel your inner thighs as they begin to burn.
I'm loving every moment of it without a doubt.
 
Now lay down and have a rest,
help me pull your shorts off;
let me show you why I'm the best.
Kissing up your legs, every inch ever so soft.
 
And a spark of hunger grows in my eyes,
grasping the sheets, licking you ever so sweetly.
Pulling my shirt off, hoping you won't see my butterflies.
Seeing past them you help me out of my jeans, whispering in my ear so deeply.
 
Begging for me to take you; to be everything but gentle.
Collapsing onto you, feeling your heart beat against mine.
This moment we share so beautiful; divine; so sentimental.
Climbing slowly inside you as you cringe; telling me you're fine.
 
Your hips crawl towards me, pushing me in deeper.
Swiveling them around so I can hit that one good spot.
Where all you can do is squirm around an beg for me to slow down knowing I'll beg to differ.
This feeling so unimaginable; better than I ever thought.
 
I don't want it to stop.
Let's crawl all over the bed trying ever position,
until we find the one that makes us pop.
The night filled with lust, followed by a lot of inquisition.

Erotic Rondeau:


Look into my eyes
Let me see how badly you want it
Soft lips, warm tongue, and a mouth so full of lies
Subtle movements, so slow; divine and shy
My touch, so gentle, up your thigh
Lets hear each cry, every sigh, as I penetrate your tight fit
A moment so perfect, you could practically die
Slow it down, baby. Let me feel every bit of it.

Glassy Dreams

Watching the sun rise
over the curve of her neck
her body shimmers like the waves
forming droplets of sweat

She tenses scanning the horizon
how this turns out; too early to tell  
maybe later sitting on my long board
waiting for the afternoon swell

I can feel the walls of her ocean
surrounding me with their velvet grip
freeing the senses and propelling me
to the precipice of my trip

It’s here on this foamy perch
I ride at peace with this world
salty droplets of foam upon my face
a gift from my little surfer girl

I love riding with her
especially hanging ten
because if I had ten to hang
it would for sure make her grin

Hell, thinking of hanging ten
even makes me grin

Regardless I’m happy shooting her curl
nose down shredding across her lip
tucked tight into her tube
what an awesomely gnarly trip

Tonight a bonfire and sweet wine
the full moon shinning bright
she’ll catch her own midnight set
riding the crest into the night

War Games

Attempting to stare each other down
the tension is palpable.

I wouldn't piss on you
if you were on fire,
you would freely toss stones
through all my window panes.

I strike first, shoving
you against the t.v.
as you grab my hair
and pivot me into the wall.

People jump
yell
some scatter
some think they can free my neck
from your forearm,
but it's on.

One party over,
one just begun.

You strip the mother from my shoulders,
bared down to animal pride
and blood lust.
I split your lip
so I can suck it dry,
momentary copper trophy
you yield
just enough
to moan

and throw me
into the next room,
bolting the door
as if your bear of a body
weren't barrier enough.

My verbal onslaught
catches you a little off-guard
I like ripping your psyche a new one.
I enjoy the flush
of anger
and the tightening of your jaw
as I let my tongue
become a bow,
venomous arrows finding each
well hid target.

You can't best me
in this brand of warfare
so you fuck me malleable,
and I don't want to

no, no, no
I don't want to
but I like it
I like the angry punch
of your entry
and the way I'm bruising
under your iron fingers

I like the domination
of having a mudhole
stomped damn near through me.

And I like
not liking you
you neanderthal bastard
as you fuck me raw

and I claw insults into your thighs
each determined
to take a prisoner.

Many thanks, Tornado and Aish, for your entries.

:)

.:Grand Dame & The Gigolo:.


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La Grand Dame from the old city. She with a story to teach
Her sonny saints mostly gone but this one was within her reach
The salt & pepper of her hair. The sweetened locks, all combed with care
Luxurious her motif along with a cougar’s stare
She said...c’mon now cutie, c’mon and play us fair
Just for this occasion I haven’t underwear
She spoke those words to pounce. To bounce around his head
To let him know she wasn’t slow and that she wasn’t dead
 
Those were the kind of words that echo..  Giving rise to sex
He assessed the mood, her attitude…composing what came next
So he lit his Dutch, thanked her much, then loosened up his tie
He gave to her a little smile with a claim she'd caught his eye
As he touched her cheek and whispered “freak”…she seemed a bit surprised
He told her, Ma, you the sexy one; we’d bet you have many guys
He then fingered her for folly then she reached inside her purse
Then he toked, choked, flicking ash while humming a pointless verse
 
He knew there'd be justice in just the way she smiled
Knowing age doesn’t make a difference when you compensate with style
A brilliant touch of flavor; all but rested upon her gums
She savored what was added between her heaving buns
With a deep-seated discipline he acted out the scene
To all things classic...his modern's such a fiend
See the door was left ajar for the voyeurs to get their view
Paparazzi love this mingling… the old and a brand that's new
He didn't at all feel cheap; her expense didn't go to waste
Yet if he was to be a number; so too the cost to taste

Damn! I so wanted an eye roll! LOL!!!

“Waiting to Have More Sin”
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I was captured,
smitten by
her sensual-nature,
so utterly gorgeous,
her effervescence
enraptured me completely,
stole my heart.
She carried herself well,
had an evocative-way
that melted all men.
One look at her
lithe feminine-form
would make you
stiff with serene
loving-thoughts.
Her spherical zeniths
were her strength,
such unearthly beauties,
yummy-delicious,
I would murmur
succulent-whispers
just to have a peek,
then sneak down below
to her pleasing-crease,
the epitome of all vaginas.
Enchanted by her
sublime-swollenness,
sweet tasting mist,
I would wait for an eternity
to have sin with her again,
kissing exuberantly,
I insist.

Pedestal


The bone of contention
is between us,
pressing into my hip.

I grasp for sleep, hands holding
clouds. Your solid weight
keeps me grounded in consciousness.

Eventually, I allow the persistent
embraces to unfold into more.
My mind is shrapnel.

I twitch away from your kisses
invading my neck and breasts.
Did I like this, once?

I twin myself. One of me
sighs and mind-nibbles taut, smiling
skin, conjured and bounteous.

The end is through, not back.
My fingers stroke your
bag of tricks, nested and moist.

These days, hard and fast is favored.
Biology rides roughly on top, with romance
gagged and bound beneath.

My other self reaches urgently for
the beginning, when we devoured
our present, when we basked in the future

and before you placed me
on a pedestal
to better see my feet of clay.

You climax, unaware that mine
started and ended in absence.