Poetry competition CLOSED 27th May 2015 10:48pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
MsRockyJackson
and crowfly
Female Beauty
Woman, in Her Nudity
what tongue would burn to cinders, following a
moist trail across your abdomen, or thighs, or
any section of your enticing fantasyscape…
your breasts my seeking hands would encircle,
tremulous hills that gaudy Rome may merely ponder,
capped as they are with extended cherry peaks,
a feast for every rabid wolf.
I travel a lusty journey from your dainty feet, your
ankles, alluring limbs, thick and supple thighs, and
I arrive at a juncture that may only be hailed as
the gates of heaven.
turn, Lady, turn upon your stomach, that my eyes
may quickly attack your glorious golden mounds,
melons of delight that I must rudely bite.
in my ardor and admiration, I surmise that your
entire domain, from fragranced hair to lotioned
heels, is sculpted art that has been fashioned by
a salacious and notorious goddess.
my fever rises, my passion ascends to explosive
nirvana, my sanity is dismissed,
and if in rage I impale you,
one hundred dreams would thus come true…
what tongue would burn to cinders, following a
moist trail across your abdomen, or thighs, or
any section of your enticing fantasyscape…
your breasts my seeking hands would encircle,
tremulous hills that gaudy Rome may merely ponder,
capped as they are with extended cherry peaks,
a feast for every rabid wolf.
I travel a lusty journey from your dainty feet, your
ankles, alluring limbs, thick and supple thighs, and
I arrive at a juncture that may only be hailed as
the gates of heaven.
turn, Lady, turn upon your stomach, that my eyes
may quickly attack your glorious golden mounds,
melons of delight that I must rudely bite.
in my ardor and admiration, I surmise that your
entire domain, from fragranced hair to lotioned
heels, is sculpted art that has been fashioned by
a salacious and notorious goddess.
my fever rises, my passion ascends to explosive
nirvana, my sanity is dismissed,
and if in rage I impale you,
one hundred dreams would thus come true…
Anonymous
LOTUS OF THE SEA
She is a goddess
In the disguise of a woman
A pale sun strokes her hair
Her fingers fold a lock
She lulls the evening
Bathes her beauty
In the dark
Through the light
Her eyes are depths
Of oceans
She smiles the morning
She smiles the day
Her lips are half parted
She shimmers
Radiance falls from her
As she enters his dream
Softly swaying her hips
Her skirt dances
Around her
Her bare feet touch the ivory sand
Delicate , are her toes
Firm her legs
She bathes in beauty
The water is near
The breeze captures her scent
She stretches out her arms
Her hands remove the flanel dress
For a moment
She is but bare
She walks towards the water
The gentle waves stroke her feet
She walks further
The water caresses her thighs
She cups her hands
Splashing water upon her skin
She dives
In
Her breasts float
Like flowers
She is a lotus
In the fertile see
Her legs are dancing
The waves rock gently
Her brazen body
Only the moon
Is her witness
She is a goddess
In the disguise of a woman
A pale sun strokes her hair
Her fingers fold a lock
She lulls the evening
Bathes her beauty
In the dark
Through the light
Her eyes are depths
Of oceans
She smiles the morning
She smiles the day
Her lips are half parted
She shimmers
Radiance falls from her
As she enters his dream
Softly swaying her hips
Her skirt dances
Around her
Her bare feet touch the ivory sand
Delicate , are her toes
Firm her legs
She bathes in beauty
The water is near
The breeze captures her scent
She stretches out her arms
Her hands remove the flanel dress
For a moment
She is but bare
She walks towards the water
The gentle waves stroke her feet
She walks further
The water caresses her thighs
She cups her hands
Splashing water upon her skin
She dives
In
Her breasts float
Like flowers
She is a lotus
In the fertile see
Her legs are dancing
The waves rock gently
Her brazen body
Only the moon
Is her witness
Portals to heaven,
Windows to the soul.
You're beautiful eyes follow me everywhere I go.
Soft like a whisper and caring like a friend,
You're voice is the thing I'll hear in the end.
Sparkling like diamonds,
As flawless as could be.
You're perfect smile sets me free.
You may not be perfect in every way,
But I find you more perfect every day.
Windows to the soul.
You're beautiful eyes follow me everywhere I go.
Soft like a whisper and caring like a friend,
You're voice is the thing I'll hear in the end.
Sparkling like diamonds,
As flawless as could be.
You're perfect smile sets me free.
You may not be perfect in every way,
But I find you more perfect every day.
My Beauty
You were a treat for my eyes
Your friendly face and neat frame
It therefore came as no surprise
My passions were all aflame
Your sparkling eyes looked at me
A smile filled your happy face
Incredulous; could it be,
You want me to embrace
So it was, we became a couple
Love developing quite soon
Every time we have a cuddle
Your beauty makes me want to swoon
I love to explore your body
Find the parts few have seen
Never now feeling lonely
Life with you still a dream
You were a treat for my eyes
Your friendly face and neat frame
It therefore came as no surprise
My passions were all aflame
Your sparkling eyes looked at me
A smile filled your happy face
Incredulous; could it be,
You want me to embrace
So it was, we became a couple
Love developing quite soon
Every time we have a cuddle
Your beauty makes me want to swoon
I love to explore your body
Find the parts few have seen
Never now feeling lonely
Life with you still a dream
Intimidatto
All the tattoos
Appeared to be
Spelled correctly
That was a bonus
Three tear tats
Identified them
As a killer on the loose
Hair cut badly
With electric clippers
Looked like a messy
Hedgehog lavatory brush
A split nose central
Two under eyes
Blackened and puffy
A fresh scar on the
Left cheek running
Down to the neck tat
Of a closed zipper
A head peppered
With dried blood
Two lips
swollen and bloody
leather jacket over
Levi cut off
Smelling of piss
Tight smelly jeans
Zipper burst open
Black biker boots
Worn toe caps
“you got a fuckin problem”
“You want some?”
Freak me out
A sight for sore eyes
But I loved her
She was always
Pretty to me
All the tattoos
Appeared to be
Spelled correctly
That was a bonus
Three tear tats
Identified them
As a killer on the loose
Hair cut badly
With electric clippers
Looked like a messy
Hedgehog lavatory brush
A split nose central
Two under eyes
Blackened and puffy
A fresh scar on the
Left cheek running
Down to the neck tat
Of a closed zipper
A head peppered
With dried blood
Two lips
swollen and bloody
leather jacket over
Levi cut off
Smelling of piss
Tight smelly jeans
Zipper burst open
Black biker boots
Worn toe caps
“you got a fuckin problem”
“You want some?”
Freak me out
A sight for sore eyes
But I loved her
She was always
Pretty to me
The Gift Of A Scorpio
She walked into this club,
She isn't looking for a cub she wants the king of the jungle.
The way she moves, I know you want her.
Women, think she's nothing, but trouble.
She's got appeal from head-to-toe,
Men were like "whoa" as soon as she walked through the door.
It was the click of her heels, to her thick, but shapely legs
to her full rounded hips, to her heart shaped lips, to her full head of hair.
Anywhere she goes she can turn anyone's heads,
All the men want to get her into bed,
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
You want to meet her, you want to touch her,
You try to get a little closer to her on the floor, grabbing and pulling onto her, but you know you
gotta be fair because she won't give it up that easy.
But, when she does hold on tight for the ride 'cause I know you're gonna love her.
She likes to light them jeans up whenever she's dancing,
As men are staring and try to touch what they can't have, well that's too damn bad.
Women get mad whenever they see her walk on by, they lie
and say what they about her.
It's her curves that are shaped like a coca-cola bottle,
It's how she's far from the rest,
It's how she can be the best,
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
She's on a whole other level of magnifying, sexuality,
It's her classic sensuality that pulls you right in.
You imagine what she could do with that tongue of hers as she licks her lips,
She's so bad you want to give her the whip,
You know you want to give her a little sip of your juices.
She can drop down and dip it low like she was a melting waffle cone that's dripping down onto the floor.
Give into her sexhibition,
Lose inhibitions,
Know your position and tell her to do it and she will do it,
Submit to her every order make her your every priority.
Know she's got no time for games she's full grown,
But, won't take spending a lonely night alone at home.
She can do whatever she likes with you,
She can tie you up, tie you down, make you moan real loud if she wants to.
She'll give you what you need,
She'll let you see what's underneath these clothes.
She can be whatever you want her to be.
She can be your private gymnast, dancer, lover, physician, and do all the things you'd like.
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
She's quiet, but freaky
Timid, but kinky
Believe me, she is whatever you want, whatever you need,
You just need to feed her hunger,
Taste what's in her,
Love her like never before.
But, she's never satisfied so you'd better do it right or tonight won't be your night.
She's a November baby,
She was born in passion,
Lust courses through her veins,
She is a force to be reckoned with.
Her eyes are big and bold, fiery and feisty
Just one look would either bring a brother on his knees and beg " please, I want more" or scare the
living day lights out of you.
Just one look at her is all you need to spout out your juices.
She can show you what loves all about with just one soft, gentle touch from her hand and then kiss the life out of you.
Swerve those hips onto you round and around and around can get you into ecstasy.
She can make love to you endlessly from dusk till dawn and leave you breathlessly excited like you were on a roller coaster ride after reaching your climax.
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
She walked into this club,
She isn't looking for a cub she wants the king of the jungle.
The way she moves, I know you want her.
Women, think she's nothing, but trouble.
She's got appeal from head-to-toe,
Men were like "whoa" as soon as she walked through the door.
It was the click of her heels, to her thick, but shapely legs
to her full rounded hips, to her heart shaped lips, to her full head of hair.
Anywhere she goes she can turn anyone's heads,
All the men want to get her into bed,
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
You want to meet her, you want to touch her,
You try to get a little closer to her on the floor, grabbing and pulling onto her, but you know you
gotta be fair because she won't give it up that easy.
But, when she does hold on tight for the ride 'cause I know you're gonna love her.
She likes to light them jeans up whenever she's dancing,
As men are staring and try to touch what they can't have, well that's too damn bad.
Women get mad whenever they see her walk on by, they lie
and say what they about her.
It's her curves that are shaped like a coca-cola bottle,
It's how she's far from the rest,
It's how she can be the best,
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
She's on a whole other level of magnifying, sexuality,
It's her classic sensuality that pulls you right in.
You imagine what she could do with that tongue of hers as she licks her lips,
She's so bad you want to give her the whip,
You know you want to give her a little sip of your juices.
She can drop down and dip it low like she was a melting waffle cone that's dripping down onto the floor.
Give into her sexhibition,
Lose inhibitions,
Know your position and tell her to do it and she will do it,
Submit to her every order make her your every priority.
Know she's got no time for games she's full grown,
But, won't take spending a lonely night alone at home.
She can do whatever she likes with you,
She can tie you up, tie you down, make you moan real loud if she wants to.
She'll give you what you need,
She'll let you see what's underneath these clothes.
She can be whatever you want her to be.
She can be your private gymnast, dancer, lover, physician, and do all the things you'd like.
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
She's quiet, but freaky
Timid, but kinky
Believe me, she is whatever you want, whatever you need,
You just need to feed her hunger,
Taste what's in her,
Love her like never before.
But, she's never satisfied so you'd better do it right or tonight won't be your night.
She's a November baby,
She was born in passion,
Lust courses through her veins,
She is a force to be reckoned with.
Her eyes are big and bold, fiery and feisty
Just one look would either bring a brother on his knees and beg " please, I want more" or scare the
living day lights out of you.
Just one look at her is all you need to spout out your juices.
She can show you what loves all about with just one soft, gentle touch from her hand and then kiss the life out of you.
Swerve those hips onto you round and around and around can get you into ecstasy.
She can make love to you endlessly from dusk till dawn and leave you breathlessly excited like you were on a roller coaster ride after reaching your climax.
She's the gift of a Scorpio.
Her Pussy Doth Stink Of Rotting Fish
her breath it be bad as skunk balls
when she speaketh, oxygen dies
her eyes filled with crust, apple pie tear drops of shit stank
her teeth black scurvy, gums look like chocolate milk tragedy
her voice sounds like a walrus being strangled with barbed wire
she speaks no poetry, there can be no poetry from her lips
which are cracked and blistering
her nipples need a hair cut, her breasts need to do pull ups
her belly hides her feet, which are big like buckets of shit
but her booty, her booty is a sight to be seen
round, thick and firm, it can be kicked and punched
and return to its magnificence
but above all, the crowning glory is her booty hole
the place where sailors go to seek refuge from the storm
her booty is immaculate and worth the pilgrimage
but beware it smells like Noah's Ark
all animal shit
her pussy is worse
it smell like a curse
no man wants to enter from the front
it is the back entrance that is most safest
her booty hole is her saving grace
every woman has something about her that is exceptional,
I know where to look, I see your beauty
it's in your booty
her breath it be bad as skunk balls
when she speaketh, oxygen dies
her eyes filled with crust, apple pie tear drops of shit stank
her teeth black scurvy, gums look like chocolate milk tragedy
her voice sounds like a walrus being strangled with barbed wire
she speaks no poetry, there can be no poetry from her lips
which are cracked and blistering
her nipples need a hair cut, her breasts need to do pull ups
her belly hides her feet, which are big like buckets of shit
but her booty, her booty is a sight to be seen
round, thick and firm, it can be kicked and punched
and return to its magnificence
but above all, the crowning glory is her booty hole
the place where sailors go to seek refuge from the storm
her booty is immaculate and worth the pilgrimage
but beware it smells like Noah's Ark
all animal shit
her pussy is worse
it smell like a curse
no man wants to enter from the front
it is the back entrance that is most safest
her booty hole is her saving grace
every woman has something about her that is exceptional,
I know where to look, I see your beauty
it's in your booty
Tender -
Splinter at the soft marrow;
She,
She ache
Nails that grow towards the sky
she races to a rhythm.
Oh, her blood is on you
it fills old desert rivers
From mouse to Pharaoh!
I want to bite into her golden light
hair is breaking, limbs are sobbing
You are only surprised by Your lack of strength...
shedding her secrets
She is.
Splinter at the soft marrow;
She,
She ache
Nails that grow towards the sky
she races to a rhythm.
Oh, her blood is on you
it fills old desert rivers
From mouse to Pharaoh!
I want to bite into her golden light
hair is breaking, limbs are sobbing
You are only surprised by Your lack of strength...
shedding her secrets
She is.
she idly lied in his arms,
her black native hair curling under the neck,
dripping beads of sweat in the middle of July,
trailing down her spine and between the lines.
her skin was pale white, traced with small,
rounded freckles, painting a beautiful outline affair,
with such beauty brought a soothing skin which
your nails will want to trace her body bare.
eyes shine with an emerald tone,
lashes that were glued on, but it didn’t matter,
it was inside her eyes which lit his heart on fire,
the gaze she gave him with pure desire.
her body so full, so lustful, even
athena cried, she cradles her posture high,
her legs roaming my mind, as she walks away
into a cloud, because angels only fly.
she radiates passion with each thought,
her mind is what is most beautiful to him, for
it is always open, pure, and divine,
he prays at his feet for the beauty in his eyes.
her black native hair curling under the neck,
dripping beads of sweat in the middle of July,
trailing down her spine and between the lines.
her skin was pale white, traced with small,
rounded freckles, painting a beautiful outline affair,
with such beauty brought a soothing skin which
your nails will want to trace her body bare.
eyes shine with an emerald tone,
lashes that were glued on, but it didn’t matter,
it was inside her eyes which lit his heart on fire,
the gaze she gave him with pure desire.
her body so full, so lustful, even
athena cried, she cradles her posture high,
her legs roaming my mind, as she walks away
into a cloud, because angels only fly.
she radiates passion with each thought,
her mind is what is most beautiful to him, for
it is always open, pure, and divine,
he prays at his feet for the beauty in his eyes.
I lay beside her in the inky blackness of the room
A single candle for my eyes to traverse her curves
Her foot is small and toes of all the same lengths
pedicured perfectly with an uncolored glossy clear
Her calves muscularly defined from all her jogging
Those thighs also strong so firm and ever inviting
A pubis mound full, unlike modern complete shavers
Tummy tight, abs defined and also perfectly tanned
Although her breasts are "enhanced", proportionate
& ever erect nipples point straight to the ceiling
Those bee-stung lips pout in eternal teased pucker
Auburn hair falls in long curls all about her face
Eyelids hide those beautiful eyes of cerulean blue
Such a perfect woman in every possible way allowed
I regret killing her before more fun was to be had
A single candle for my eyes to traverse her curves
Her foot is small and toes of all the same lengths
pedicured perfectly with an uncolored glossy clear
Her calves muscularly defined from all her jogging
Those thighs also strong so firm and ever inviting
A pubis mound full, unlike modern complete shavers
Tummy tight, abs defined and also perfectly tanned
Although her breasts are "enhanced", proportionate
& ever erect nipples point straight to the ceiling
Those bee-stung lips pout in eternal teased pucker
Auburn hair falls in long curls all about her face
Eyelids hide those beautiful eyes of cerulean blue
Such a perfect woman in every possible way allowed
I regret killing her before more fun was to be had
Her name brings me smiles
And takes me over miles
her eyes blue or green
Her lips made to sing
And hips to make me wild
her skin
Pure
And
Perfect
Her sent numbs mind
When she speacks it as if my Hart I'd bind
I hold your hand
And kiss you ever more.... your body perfect in every way as we lay
Your beauty makes me crazy
ever more as we love
And takes me over miles
her eyes blue or green
Her lips made to sing
And hips to make me wild
her skin
Pure
And
Perfect
Her sent numbs mind
When she speacks it as if my Hart I'd bind
I hold your hand
And kiss you ever more.... your body perfect in every way as we lay
Your beauty makes me crazy
ever more as we love
Lines and curves,
Hair and skin,
Cracks and folds,
Sweat and sin,
Salt and bitter,
Sweet and sour,
Depends upon
Which one devoured...
Eel in cave,
The great divide,
Finds a place
To swim and hide,
Energies becoming one,
Until the hungry deed is done...
And then the beast will sleep awhile,
So I can just enjoy her smile...
Hair and skin,
Cracks and folds,
Sweat and sin,
Salt and bitter,
Sweet and sour,
Depends upon
Which one devoured...
Eel in cave,
The great divide,
Finds a place
To swim and hide,
Energies becoming one,
Until the hungry deed is done...
And then the beast will sleep awhile,
So I can just enjoy her smile...
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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts
[center]I yawn & it reminds me… I should probably inhale & exhale
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise
I do mechanical muscle management to strengthen & maximise
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail..
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold?
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use?
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my mac hine……
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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts
[center]I yawn & it reminds me… I should probably inhale & exhale
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise
I do mechanical muscle management to strengthen & maximise
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail..
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold?
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use?
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my mac
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The 3rd piece I ever wrote a year ago, it felt appropriate if not a cheat as prewritten.....[/font].[/size]
