Poetry competition CLOSED 9th July 2016 5:36pm
WINNER
PorousPen
PorousPen
RUNNER-UP:
Savaja
A feast of sensual surprise
Poetry Contest Description
...or a surprising feast for the senses. Write a sensual poem using language not usually associated with eroticism. Make the non-erotic into a sensual feast - surprise us!
Any form (or free form, free verse) allowed.
New writes only.
NO extreme content - this is about being erotic, not pornographic - you may allude to anything, but don't hit us over the head with it - aim for subtlety.
Bonus: use unusual words in unusual ways; let your creativity flooooowww.
No illustrations - let your words do all the talking.
Maximum two entries per poet.
New writes only.
NO extreme content - this is about being erotic, not pornographic - you may allude to anything, but don't hit us over the head with it - aim for subtlety.
Bonus: use unusual words in unusual ways; let your creativity flooooowww.
No illustrations - let your words do all the talking.
Maximum two entries per poet.
Dance and Dine
they dance together through the night
waltzing and changing partners
indulging in a buffet of sensuous revelry
celebration on the forbearing floor
they partook in the buffet
on tables of desire
delectable offerings of heaving mounds
seductresses ready to titillate the mind
they reached out for pinnacles
strained against the shackles
of everyday decorum
unsheathed of norm, to ecstasy
they shared, they gorged
they played the orgasmic orchestra
no faces recognised
no names asked
it was just a Friday night out
at the orgy club for gentlemen.
they dance together through the night
waltzing and changing partners
indulging in a buffet of sensuous revelry
celebration on the forbearing floor
they partook in the buffet
on tables of desire
delectable offerings of heaving mounds
seductresses ready to titillate the mind
they reached out for pinnacles
strained against the shackles
of everyday decorum
unsheathed of norm, to ecstasy
they shared, they gorged
they played the orgasmic orchestra
no faces recognised
no names asked
it was just a Friday night out
at the orgy club for gentlemen.
Hotwire me, lover! (not part of the competition)
Set fire to my spark plugs, baby, combust my insides!
Your touch coils my springs,
dispels my modesty, suspends my disbelief.
No one oils my pan all over like you do...
Your steam simply freezes my engines
even as it shakes them apart at the seams.
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Laptop in Love
Once inserted into laser jet's USB port, PC node that she was more than just another printer; she was his lover. This printer was nothing like that old used bubble-jet that had infected him with viruses. She did more than download his hard-drive. She was so compatible, she made him feel user friendly. From the very modem they were connected, PC realized he could never live with router.
They were hardwired together forever.
Laptop in Love
Once inserted into laser jet's USB port, PC node that she was more than just another printer; she was his lover. This printer was nothing like that old used bubble-jet that had infected him with viruses. She did more than download his hard-drive. She was so compatible, she made him feel user friendly. From the very modem they were connected, PC realized he could never live with router.
They were hardwired together forever.
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Sinesthesia
My grateful nostrils widen to embrace
those waves of tempting resonance
those shining overtones of sweat that taste so right,
so close, so loud, that press relentlessly upon
my agile lips, a rolling, ringing tone
pulsing like a rich vermilion, like a
haunting howl, a sapid siren
whose downy stroke ignites
a tapestry of prickles, keen like fire
of piquancies
a tangy touch
a silken timbre
incessant beat of roiling blood
and every ravening nerve demands
you whet my lush crescendo of desire
My grateful nostrils widen to embrace
those waves of tempting resonance
those shining overtones of sweat that taste so right,
so close, so loud, that press relentlessly upon
my agile lips, a rolling, ringing tone
pulsing like a rich vermilion, like a
haunting howl, a sapid siren
whose downy stroke ignites
a tapestry of prickles, keen like fire
of piquancies
a tangy touch
a silken timbre
incessant beat of roiling blood
and every ravening nerve demands
you whet my lush crescendo of desire
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