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Poetry competition CLOSED 11th November 2018 2:01am
WINNER
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
RUNNERS-UP:
Hepcat61
and JusTim_
Erotic Personified
Poetry Contest Description
Turn objects (not human or other creatures) into sex symbols through poetic verse.
Erotic Personified
* Welcome to the competition that turns objects (not human or other creatures) into sex symbols through poetic verse.
* The definition being used for this competition: Attribute a personal nature or human characteristics to (something nonhuman, an object).
* I will start things off with one of mine as an example to show what I mean.
Here are the Guidelines & Rules:
1. Three (3) weeks, NEW or OLD.
2. One entry per participating member. Pseudonyms allowed.
3. Any poetic form, but no prose poetry.
4. No min. or max. words/ lines.
5. Title & edit your entry.
6. Naturally, erotica is allowed.
7. The EXTREME CONTENT is now up, my thanks to the Moderators.
8. One image allowed with your entry.
9. Respect. Play nice & pick up after yourself.
10. Any comp questions, see me in PM’s. Wear shoes!
11. Above all, have fun!
* Okay, so here we go - let your imagination take over!
Stained Towel
( a Quatern )
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
That’s slightly rough-to-touch against my skin.
Not of Egyptian cotton’s down to cling,
When wrapped around my naked body in.
It isn’t threadbare, but not very soft,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.
The scent of me on you begins to waft
From all the many times I came to sing.
Of every beat from whence my passions spring,
That opens up the flower to the rains.
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
I’ll never wash away the perfumed stains.
You are my lover when he isn’t here,
So when I cum you know just what to bring.
I love you help me save him every tear,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.
Image: The actual one, by Jade Pandora.
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
That’s slightly rough-to-touch against my skin.
Not of Egyptian cotton’s down to cling,
When wrapped around my naked body in.
It isn’t threadbare, but not very soft,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.
The scent of me on you begins to waft
From all the many times I came to sing.
Of every beat from whence my passions spring,
That opens up the flower to the rains.
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
I’ll never wash away the perfumed stains.
You are my lover when he isn’t here,
So when I cum you know just what to bring.
I love you help me save him every tear,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.
Image: The actual one, by Jade Pandora.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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AN EXAMPLE / NOT AN ENTRY
One large, hand tossed,
six to 9, y'kno i got the munchies
corner 7-eleven and my knickas go bunchy
gotta Tinder me a slice of day'ol pizza
comitted to keto, I’m cheating 'cos i needcha
take it whole, sticky cheez down my chin
make my 'roni cut, no one likes all skin
three more mouthfuls then my belly sighs
i like deep dishin' my American pies
corner 7-eleven and my knickas go bunchy
gotta Tinder me a slice of day'ol pizza
comitted to keto, I’m cheating 'cos i needcha
take it whole, sticky cheez down my chin
make my 'roni cut, no one likes all skin
three more mouthfuls then my belly sighs
i like deep dishin' my American pies
Written by BargainBinPoet
(Bargain Bin Poet)
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Precious Pocketbook
Didn’t ask for it but you gave it to me anyway.
Carrying this pocketbook made the boys look at me funny and,
I had to learn to bare the weight, wanting to be among-st them til you taught me about the worry of
Protecting the jewels it encased away from smooth tongues and perversions.
And you swore me to keep it that way until someone came along to deserve it
But like always I was in a rush, I messed up and lost it in the backseat of someone’s car momma
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK.
Almost as if I gave it away, I had no idea with how close he became that it was slipping from around me,
That his neediness of what I had would creep up from behind me and,
Persuasively he begged and begged until he slipped his hands inside and felt all the wealth I have to give momma I gave my pocketbook to him
I can’t come home without it, the second you lay eyes on my you’ll know that somethings missing
Just to keep it hidden I’ll silence the sway of my new walk, so the drum of my hips don’t get your attention
or the veterans that can sense now sniffed it out and act different now, predators and vultures and my flesh is what they’re preying on now that my pocketbooks gone.
One look was all it took for him to get close enough to assess it.
Against my better judgement I opened up and neglected every lesson you installed in me about keeping it protected.
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK.
Not only that.
The problem is I think I want it back, but it’s too late for that
The innocence and security that I once had all vanished when I handed over that bag
Please don’t be mad
Don’t tell dad.
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK
Carrying this pocketbook made the boys look at me funny and,
I had to learn to bare the weight, wanting to be among-st them til you taught me about the worry of
Protecting the jewels it encased away from smooth tongues and perversions.
And you swore me to keep it that way until someone came along to deserve it
But like always I was in a rush, I messed up and lost it in the backseat of someone’s car momma
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK.
Almost as if I gave it away, I had no idea with how close he became that it was slipping from around me,
That his neediness of what I had would creep up from behind me and,
Persuasively he begged and begged until he slipped his hands inside and felt all the wealth I have to give momma I gave my pocketbook to him
I can’t come home without it, the second you lay eyes on my you’ll know that somethings missing
Just to keep it hidden I’ll silence the sway of my new walk, so the drum of my hips don’t get your attention
or the veterans that can sense now sniffed it out and act different now, predators and vultures and my flesh is what they’re preying on now that my pocketbooks gone.
One look was all it took for him to get close enough to assess it.
Against my better judgement I opened up and neglected every lesson you installed in me about keeping it protected.
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK.
Not only that.
The problem is I think I want it back, but it’s too late for that
The innocence and security that I once had all vanished when I handed over that bag
Please don’t be mad
Don’t tell dad.
I LOST MY POCKETBOOK
Written by KayBeeMapes
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Multi-Purpose Room
Beg to make your cake and
eat it out there too.
Slit it. Slather it.
Baste it. Batter it.
Soak it. Savor it.
Such a tasty salt lick.
Grab a utensil or four.
Spatula and spoon it.
Whisk until it can’t take more.
[Insert candy thermometer.
Monitor rise in temperature.]
Spread it. Sample it.
Work it to a froth.
Separate it. Stuff it.
Stick it with all you’ve got.
Ding, pull it out.
Make like it is done.
A steamy little treat,
baked perfectly for one.
R.
eat it out there too.
Slit it. Slather it.
Baste it. Batter it.
Soak it. Savor it.
Such a tasty salt lick.
Grab a utensil or four.
Spatula and spoon it.
Whisk until it can’t take more.
[Insert candy thermometer.
Monitor rise in temperature.]
Spread it. Sample it.
Work it to a froth.
Separate it. Stuff it.
Stick it with all you’ve got.
Ding, pull it out.
Make like it is done.
A steamy little treat,
baked perfectly for one.
R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
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EATING MANGO
I take half of you sweet mango
Make a grid with my sharp blade
Push the skin out with my fingers
Juice is dripping, flesh is splayed
I smell your floral fragrance
And am overcome with lust
My naked face dives in
My soul combusts
Make a grid with my sharp blade
Push the skin out with my fingers
Juice is dripping, flesh is splayed
I smell your floral fragrance
And am overcome with lust
My naked face dives in
My soul combusts
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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Pull Me Apart
Pull me apart and dunk me in milky waters
celebrate my riches side by side
I'm the soft to your beginning
in an everlasting dream
twist away my darkness
let the light inside emerge
in the midst of your self-fulfilling day
I'm the frost upon your window sill
a luscious looking cream
I will be your fantasy
come put your lips on me
celebrate my riches side by side
I'm the soft to your beginning
in an everlasting dream
twist away my darkness
let the light inside emerge
in the midst of your self-fulfilling day
I'm the frost upon your window sill
a luscious looking cream
I will be your fantasy
come put your lips on me
Written by JusTim_
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LEATHER
Your satin
Your lingerie
Even your lace
Feathered negligee
Throw them all away
Because my sweet lover
Everything and everyone looks better
When covered in genuine full-grain leather
Nothing could be sexier
Your lingerie
Even your lace
Feathered negligee
Throw them all away
Because my sweet lover
Everything and everyone looks better
When covered in genuine full-grain leather
Nothing could be sexier
Written by snugglebuck
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