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Poetry competition CLOSED 1st October 2018 5:18pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
SatansSperm
and ReggiePoet
The Joy of Giving
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He Always Thanks Me When I Come
( an erotic double Sonnet )
In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.
And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.
But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.
I could stay home and read a book instead
(I’ve life-long strived on being better read).
While early on when we were single-O,
I’d listen long to learn about his kink.
He thought I should be free to let him go,
In case I felt the need to change up ink.
But life for us proved quite an endless dare
Including learning what each knew of love.
For art of writing is a forte shared,
The ways of which a lover long dreams of.
And when I’m there I never need it said,
He’ll lie between & tongue the wetness deep.
He always thanks me when I come in bed,
To gentle nod, and mumble in his sleep.
I whisper soft, ‘I should do that to you’.
Of course I will, then I’ll be thankful, too.
In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.
And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.
But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.
I could stay home and read a book instead
(I’ve life-long strived on being better read).
While early on when we were single-O,
I’d listen long to learn about his kink.
He thought I should be free to let him go,
In case I felt the need to change up ink.
But life for us proved quite an endless dare
Including learning what each knew of love.
For art of writing is a forte shared,
The ways of which a lover long dreams of.
And when I’m there I never need it said,
He’ll lie between & tongue the wetness deep.
He always thanks me when I come in bed,
To gentle nod, and mumble in his sleep.
I whisper soft, ‘I should do that to you’.
Of course I will, then I’ll be thankful, too.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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69, hummer, and orgasms
Laying on his back in bed
I start to see the blanket rise
I sliding over
Removing the cover
I turn
Heading south
Throwing a leg over his shoulder
my pussy in his face
Taking him in my mouth
Beginning to suck
Wrapping his arms around my hips
Licking me
I use my hands and tongue
Kissing and licking his rod
Deep throating
Giving him a thrill
He is licking and biting
Entering
Feeling me cum
deepening his tongue
Sending me into multiples
As I moan
My mouth vibes around his rod
Thighs and butt tense as he thrusts himself
Into the back of my throat
exploding in my mouth
Swallowing ever last drop
I start to see the blanket rise
I sliding over
Removing the cover
I turn
Heading south
Throwing a leg over his shoulder
my pussy in his face
Taking him in my mouth
Beginning to suck
Wrapping his arms around my hips
Licking me
I use my hands and tongue
Kissing and licking his rod
Deep throating
Giving him a thrill
He is licking and biting
Entering
Feeling me cum
deepening his tongue
Sending me into multiples
As I moan
My mouth vibes around his rod
Thighs and butt tense as he thrusts himself
Into the back of my throat
exploding in my mouth
Swallowing ever last drop
Written by LunaLove6963
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Hidden Treasure
Intoxication at its finest with lips
Heading down south until they
Reach life’s sweetest pleasure.
I hold on tightly to your hips
So you cannot run away. I say
Your moan is a hidden treasure
And your body is a roadmap to
Lead me to that destination.
Your eyes are closed in ecstasy
So let me take care of you.
You will have a transformation
Like nothing else, living a fantasy.
Heading down south until they
Reach life’s sweetest pleasure.
I hold on tightly to your hips
So you cannot run away. I say
Your moan is a hidden treasure
And your body is a roadmap to
Lead me to that destination.
Your eyes are closed in ecstasy
So let me take care of you.
You will have a transformation
Like nothing else, living a fantasy.
Written by eswaller
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Illegal
While you don’t notice, I look hard at you.
You smell illegal rising from my sex.
And dare not make eye contact not you too,
Fuck, not the way we are & how we flex.
I lock onto you with a sonar blip,
That resonates & ripples through your cock.
Instead of pearls that glisten from the tip,
The precum hasn’t room to go: soaked crotch.
There isn’t need for tease we know it’s bad,
Your crave of oral twenty-four you would.
Yet tease is what makes it the best I’ve had,
I can’t help wanting it when it’s so good.
And now, the point of no return is near.
You’re fast upon me, lay me back & duck,
With fingers pulling wide my fleshy lips.
Your mouth draws on my labia - you suck,
Your nose is up against my clitoris!
Before I go delirious, a thought,
Just as your fingers fill both holes in pairs:
A tease might shorten oral might it not?
But I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care!!
You smell illegal rising from my sex.
And dare not make eye contact not you too,
Fuck, not the way we are & how we flex.
I lock onto you with a sonar blip,
That resonates & ripples through your cock.
Instead of pearls that glisten from the tip,
The precum hasn’t room to go: soaked crotch.
There isn’t need for tease we know it’s bad,
Your crave of oral twenty-four you would.
Yet tease is what makes it the best I’ve had,
I can’t help wanting it when it’s so good.
And now, the point of no return is near.
You’re fast upon me, lay me back & duck,
With fingers pulling wide my fleshy lips.
Your mouth draws on my labia - you suck,
Your nose is up against my clitoris!
Before I go delirious, a thought,
Just as your fingers fill both holes in pairs:
A tease might shorten oral might it not?
But I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care!!
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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