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Forbidden Lust Competition

Mad_Girl
Miss Kay
Lost Thinker
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Thoughts Of The Lustful Mind

Wanting,
Haunting,
Seeing,
Loving,
Dreaming--
Day dreamer see nothing.
Want you,
Love you,
Miss you--
Can't have you. . .
Not Mine.
Don't touch,
Stay back,
Keep distance--
Not a chance.

poet Anonymous

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beautiful_accident
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Devilish
Dangerous Mind
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Does this qualify? Just the first thing that popped in my head when I saw Forbidden Lust Competition...

Ok Daddy... I will!
The next time mommy sleeps,
you and I will play...
So eat up all your dinner ,
and put your toys away.
I'll creep into your room tonight
and read you a bedtime story,
after words i'll tuck you in,
and we will do a little exploring.
As daddys peepee starts to rise,
you have to promice you won't cry.
Sssss... see sweety... don't it feel good?
Daddy loving you just the way he should!
There now... I'm all the way in...
Giving my little girl the best of daddys sin...
Shhhhh, it's almost over,
So don't you make a sound.
As soon as i'm done nutting,
I'll gently pull it out.
Mmmmmm, the tightest little pussy,
daddys little whore,
This will all be just a dream,
after daddy shuts the door.
Sleep with the angels baby...


lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
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*promise

leonardo
Twisted Dreamer
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beautiful_accident said:twincest

Your eyes are like my eyes
When I burn you burn with me
I touch a breast just like my own
I am the only one
who knows exactly what you feel

I tangle my tongue in yours, wondering
What it must look like from the outside
Me kissing myself you kissing yourself
I reach between your legs and you are beautiful
and wet, just like me

my finger slips inside of you gasp
you catch your breath lips smile against me
you push me up against the wall proportions alike
and I am getting fingered by myself

I have to know what it tastes like myself yourself
On my knees between your legs, you fall against me
You moan as my tongue flicks your clit, my finger
slipping inside your pussy

You push me down; you need it too, your eyes
my eyes barely visible over my stomach
but smiling as you taste me taste yourself
but careful lover sister best of friends
it could be dangerous to be so self absorbed


I've got a hard on. That IS sexy.

Danii
Tyrant of Words
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A look was exchanged between the two
No one seemed to notice
She flashed her pearly whites
After everyone eventually made their ways to their cars....
There's a knock at his office door
Come in
He smiles his menacing grin
The door is shut and she perches on the edge of his desk
"Father forgive me, I have sinned"
"Let me cleanse you dear, how old are you?"
"Thirteen"
He lays her over the desk
Cock warm and throbbing, he enters her slowly at first, then faster and harder
She moans in delight
"Pastor!" A girl gasps at the door
The two of them look at her suprised
"I want to be cleansed also"

SmilesandPretenses
Trevin Michael
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Gg78 said:I like the lust part.. But the sibiling part killed it.. I'll play along but, not as far as that.

Incest is the Best, put your sister to the Test  

Im kidding, dont everyone leap on my like rabid wolves :)

Danii
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Ha did you make that up? That was good.  :)

Deontejordan
D. Jordan
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Devilish said:Does this qualify? Just the first thing that popped in my head when I saw Forbidden Lust Competition...

Ok Daddy... I will!
The next time mommy sleeps,
you and I will play...
So eat up all your dinner ,
and put your toys away.
I'll creep into your room tonight
and read you a bedtime story,
after words i'll tuck you in,
and we will do a little exploring.
As daddys peepee starts to rise,
you have to promice you won't cry.
Sssss... see sweety... don't it feel good?
Daddy loving you just the way he should!
There now... I'm all the way in...
Giving my little girl the best of daddys sin...
Shhhhh, it's almost over,
So don't you make a sound.
As soon as i'm done nutting,
I'll gently pull it out.
Mmmmmm, the tightest little pussy,
daddys little whore,
This will all be just a dream,
after daddy shuts the door.
Sleep with the angels baby...

i.. i.. love you..

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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Here is a link to my short story "Her Name Was Blood" which, in addition to being a reimagining of the Little Red Riding Hood story, contains a great deal of forbidden lust, madness, and evil. All in all, it is a truly dark tale that will be sure to delight, horrify, and capture the imagination of the reader. Enjoy!

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29770-her-name-was-blood/

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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This next poem features forbidden lust coupled with a danse macabre that takes place in Hades itself. The creepiest part? It is all a dream (or mayhap a fantasy) in the mind of a little girl who is on the verge of becoming a woman.

- Child of Darkness -

In the autumn of the cycle of the year, alone, a young girl descended into the dark and lonely realm,
Beneath the realms we know. Into this Hades, her journey did embark… all senses, to overwhelm!
Lovelier a creature there never was than she, just a child maybe, strong of will and beautiful of face,
Despite her youth: and in mockery of her sparkling eyes. Alive was her heart, with thrills and grace.
Dreams of hidden kingdoms in her head, with the spaces: not hither nor yonder she saw those halls,
Where reigns the mirthless king! She stopped not once to her fate ponder, hearing only of siren calls.
Unafraid, she felt no breath of terror, singing a song celestial with the voice of an angel in the snows…
Within that song was a power primordial! Miraculous was this, if only because of what this bestows.
The child’s song moved the king to weep many a sad tear, for it reminded him of forgotten starlight,
Though for his love of it the gods called him mad! Starlight, in this land: of blackest and darkest night.
Out of that land of the dead, he came forth and begged the girl to dwell with him, and forever to sing.
Imagine him so moved, this king of hell, that he would set aside his crown as only innocence can bring!
“Come away with me, oh child of light, and let these glooms be thusly cheered like unto high Heaven,
But quickly, lest the time slip by in this timeless realm, and the clock strikes the hour that tolls eleven.”
And so did the child say: “I am following your voice oh sad lord, it moves me to sing a mournful tune,
That I shall sing for you aloud, I give you my word. So that my voice may lessen the burden of doom.”
As she passed from say, she entered a night lit by no moon and warmed by a sun that shall not perish!
Following the sound of the king’s voice, the little girl senses his was a soul that her own could cherish.
Spoke the king: “With no joy I have been for long generations, passing nigh unto endless black ages…
But now with you upon my knee, let me laugh; your song delights my spirit, and never once enrages!”
And the girl did sing, and in that moment the king was set upon a path to his own glorious redemption,
Her words did echo in the cathedral-like halls of bone and stone, with never a hint of a condemnation.
“Listen well, and I shall set you free, sad king, from care infernal; and make your soul newly refreshed.
Take me to your heart, from off your knee where now I sit and sing of sorrows bound to human flesh!”
Heeding her, the king clutched the child close to his breast as a child might herself clutch a teddy bear,
And soon her song was changing him within, causing him to feel old emotions and once more to care.
Together, they danced a waltz profound; the music echoing beneath the cold stones of the underworld,
Where she glided with grace, around the king’s feet; in a direction counter to the clock, she so twirled.
Child angelic and lord demonic, their voices blended as one to sing a melody that became harmonic…
Whilst all about them lords and ladies, though pale undead, joined the dance to ease pains so chronic.
As fauns and fairies unseen did join in the melody, to flit and to prance until at last the music did cease.
All who had waltzed fell wearily unto the floor, and never had Hades seen such lovely times as these!
The grandest ball of a generation, and the king in his soul wanted more than all his words could speak,
His child bard he held to his heartbeat, thumping like a drum in her small ears but growing ever weak.
For the music of his heart was fading from holding inside his wish, and as the child fell asleep he sighed,
Until at last he had to kiss her, which: awoke her suddenly and gave her life, even though she had died.
Now she was a woman, and the king’s guilt could rest at ease, for his love for her might be justified…
“Now I can love you lawfully and dear. So sing for me my soul’s mate, and let all past hurts subside!”
The woman who had been a child sang: “This was my dream, to be your wanton lover and your bride,
I’ll not deny it was inside me from the first, though loathe was I not in childish dream to seek and hide.”
And soon the clock’s eleventh hour rang, as the king and his queen danced once more until the hour…
When chimed the clock one final time, striking twelve as fated. And with that strike came great power.
The woman felt darkness coming on, and of this she had not been warned; who could so be blamed?
Awakening from slumber, the little girl was singing, imagining herself: possessed of a womanly frame.
Her mother and father came to see what was the cause of her celebration upon waking up so quickly,
The child’s eyes gleaming intently in the light her parents brought to cast back any darkness so swiftly.
“Mommy, is it wrong to dream of love, a love of which you say I am too young to even comprehend?
My heart beats so heavy, my breath comes so fast, and I wish my dream had not come to a sad end!”
And her mother tried to ease her displeasure: “Everyone comprehends true love, dove, even a child…
But with maturity, we always hope that love will mend the joys we miss from our youth; days so mild.”
Adding to that her father offered this treasure: “You are almost a lady, young princess of the nighttime,
So surely it is the first stirring of love’s bloom, which is causing you to dream so and awake in rhyme.”
“Say not so, daddy, but rather allow me just to be your little girl a bit longer, it is a thing so priceless…
Our youth; so let me dream a little more beneath the moon, whilst you and mommy call me princess!”

fake_reality
Fire of Insight
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this is a awesome thread

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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~- The Archon and the Rose -~

Part I - Seduction

Mad is my passion for thee, sweet angel of the light, sovereign lady!
Be the fire that boils my blood, and I shall share what night made be.
If thou were a candle, and I the errant insect, bound for its’ glowing,
Then I would covet the embrace of that inferno, my passion growing.
Taste of my flesh, sweet flame, until the smoke fills my eyes and ears,
So that naught save thee fills my vision, and only thy voice here rears!
All that is not of thy glory is cold, and so I covet not what is fleeting…
I cannot deny thee for we are twin in spirit, and so I offer up greeting.
Our insane passions are like twin suns that blaze in the empty spaces!
There we build creation anew, and set out to discover all new places.
We consume one another as fuel is consumed, upon rebirth’s pyres…
Ravenously transcending the hungers of the flesh, that in heat expires.
Thy lips are the fountain from which the waters I long to drink flow…
And thou art the cauldron of plenty that makes my passions to grow!
My tongue still tingles, from the sweet ambrosias of our mingled kiss,
Which causes me to thirst still more, and so I seek for a greater bliss.
Ravish me, oh demon lady of darkness, and I shall ravish thee anew!
I am the demon that is thy equal; I am the fire from which Hell grew.
Take me and be taken, consume my love and let it consume thought,
Until the secrets of the night are ours, and the gifts as ravens brought.

“In an age long past, of gold spun like thread…
When time ran slowly, and life was far longer,
Sublimity was upon creation; none did dread!
For love and beauty, not one spirit did hunger.
And out of the depths of time, and of space…
She arose from the light, to challenge the gods.
Her name is unspoken, forgot is her embrace.
But her will is stronger, than is seven iron rods.
One I held, once when I walked in such clime,
Though not with the dignity that is hers eternal.
And so I honor her in song, prayer and rhyme,
For she is still so divine and I am ever infernal.
In what hells did we walk, my sister angelic…
And how many times did we rise up yet again!
I hold you in my heart like a blessed holy relic,
As I see one age beginning, and one age end.”

Part II - Passion

Let thy tongue be the lash, and my flesh shall play the naughty slave!
Whip me nigh unto oblivion, teach my errant flesh to thy will obey…
Let our twisted dreams lead us unto places unknown to simple mind,
Our bodies the temples in which we worship gods of the carnal kind!
Let me kneel before the altar of thy bosom, the goddess I will adore,
For I am incomplete unless, to slake thy thirst, I play the lusty whore!
When as a woman I lived, I longed for thee with Sapphic daydream.
Whilst as a man I lived, I longed for thee still, until I wanted to scream!
Always thou didst find me, and always I did find thee in each lifetime,
So why now must I endure a lonely hour, when love should be mine?
I am thy chosen, of old; I am thy prophet, and thy beloved kindred…
I have conquered death, returned to seek after love, my soul undead.
Fill me when I am dry of bliss, for I am the cup in the harlot’s hand…
Let our dreams become real; let them service our depraved demand!
All that we are, we were before; all that we could be, we have been;
So drink of the cup I offer thee, and imbibe the wine of silvery sheen.
Goddess of Heaven, and also of Hell: play my senses like soft fluting!
My body is thy instrument, so play a symphony blessed and suiting…
Put thy lips to the flute, and the harmony shall be a truly angelic send.
Not until we sing together, our music loud enough to this reality rend!

“Harsh are the waves of the sea, but far worse,
Is the passing of time, which changes even us!
How men imagine you to be, is a horrid curse,
And in terror of your gaze, they fret and cuss.
None worship you in nature, where you reign,
Placing no red rose garlands, on oaken wood.
I know the legends they tell, fill you with pain!
So easy it is to become utterly misunderstood.
The birds still remember, as they sing to greet,
Praises that once the highest of angels gave…
I hear them still, when I walk where we meet!
When the wind blows steady, its’ spirit brave.
For one God man tore down so much beauty,
And in His name, man’s innocence was taken.
Even the earth is robbed of its’ own divinity…
Whilst magic dies and our history is forsaken!”

Part III – Ecstasy

Of all my wounds only thy magic can make the pain of longing cease.
Love heals all, for time only serves to rob us of the illusions of peace!
Be my doll, sweet maiden, and I shall treat thee better than any toy…
Let me dress you in whatever finery you feel would give you true joy.
Be it skirts of red silk, white blouses, or pantaloons of sparkling gold,
I shall enjoy the splendor, as thou make real what is a fantasy’s mold.
Shall it be leather, or will it be lace: childlike fancy or dancer’s grace?
The feel of flesh, through fabric’s place: a warm kiss, on thy fair face!
If I seem the beast, for my talk of love and lust, then paint me scarlet.
Wilt thou shrink before my ferocity or ferociously cast off thy corset?
Wet mouth upon thighs, and places where fingers tickle, and tease…
You fill my mind with such thoughts, as I long thy form to hotly seize!
Let thy body be the feast, and where we lie shall be the finest platter.
My hands shall weave mystical spells upon thee that cannot shatter…
Will I feel thy own caress, and hear a girl’s whisper of paradise here?
Come hither, maiden, and we will see what Eden draws us that near!
Let me feel thy breath, upon my face, delicious more than any god’s.
I see in thy eyes all that I shall ever say is divine, so deep and broad!
Thou dost tell me I am damned and I know that I am lost in the heat,
But I will take thee by the hand and relish my exile in a hellfire sweet.

“They claim God’s word demanded such fury,
And they crucify those who can tell us right…
But the God I know causes not all that worry.
How He must weep at mankind’s cruel slight!
If you could have seen, the worlds I beheld…
And known the embrace of they you worship,
Oh man, your sins would so bitterly, be felt…
As over dogma and lies, your feet would trip!
Oh mother Sophia, dear Wisdom incarnate…
I, your son, do weep while I live out my exile.
My sister is fallen, and I seek my soul’s mate,
Whilst I guard our ancient honor, against bile!
I still place a rose by a tree in forests green…
A gift for my sister: to comfort her in sadness.
But who shall give a red rose as a gift for me,
Before my lonely days drive me to madness?”

Part IV - Reflection

Thy face is glowing in the faint illumination of black candles all about,
And I see thy true androgynous form revealed to dispel all my doubt.
I have made love with my sister angel, and now thou returns under…
For, the horns of the moon outside point upward, a sign and wonder.
It is thy time to love and leave and so I bid thee a farewell ever fond,
Placing the cup back on the altar, and laying aside the blessed wand.
As of old, we shared pleasure and I gave glory to an angel’s name…
I gave myself to the raging fires, the inferno that love alone can tame.
Who am I, thou who read this must wonder, with a certain curiosity?
I have so many names, but only one in this time and place, in history!
Lonely is the night before me, and an angel’s love cannot linger long.
I need a human maiden to grant me peace, and teach me her song…
So that beauty can tame the beast, and give my tale a happy ending!
Such a dream is worth my life; and at least, it is worth my defending.
One day this memory shall be dust, but the path of love will go on…
I will have long since achieved my dreams when sets on me, the sun.
Fair or foul, I care not how, but I must hold a fair maiden and laugh!
My tears fall too soon after the angel’s parting, love the only salve.

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Dangerous Mind
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The Rapist

Deep red runs from edge to infinity
down the water where you drowned,
confused by the dimness of the night
we're frantic, fucking like rabbits.
Subsequently, we waited for that feeling to go.
Knowing this day will never begin
we charged in our 'animal-like' disarray
into the fog mucking the puddles,
breaking leaves and twigs -
A starless night for ghost stories.
Nude, ravenous and shamelessly concupiscent,
orgies occur amidst the foreplay.
No one knew how many we were,
we didn't care.
Against the trees, in the dirt,
staring at the sky or perched on a stone,
didn't matter where and how it happened
as long as the moans echoed through the woods.
In memory of a fallen friend,
promiscuous and brutish, a rapist.
He will be missed as we ejaculate  
inside the women he once raped.
That feeling has long gone.
We're animals now, if only for one night.
Making each other squeal and throb.
In the presence of enemies we're all friends,
in the death of a villain we're debaucherous.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/62720-the-rapist/

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