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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
LONGTIME LOVERS
Everyday my lover takes me out
sometimes we stay at his place
just me and him
I am most happy
when we spend time alone
Often he massages my entire body
on occasion he uses oil
captivated am I by the sensation
of strong hands sliding
along my soft, voluptuous curves
leaving no part untouched
inside I giggle when his fingers
run up and down my spine
I thrill as he reaches for his bow
beginning slowly
he glides his stiff stick
across my vibrating strings
contentedly I hum
suddenly he quickens his thrusts
in great drops his sweat lands on my skin
laboring so hard to please me
I moan louder and louder
finally screaming in utter ecstasy
overcome by emotion he weeps
thanking me for singing so beautifully
Frequently we go to big parties
we always get good seats
raised above the crowd
my lover looks handsome
always dressed in black tuxedo and bow tie
our host, a popular man, enters
the crowd cheers his arrival
he begins to wildly gesticulate
Under the host’s direction
we make sweet love
right there in front of hundreds
of approving onlookers
smiling I remember my first time in public
I was frozen by inhibition
until, I saw all around us
others locked in passions embrace
The host commands FASTER! FASTER!
until with a glorious climax
he motions for us to stop
the crowd, enraptured, roars
exhausted and yet still enthralled
we make our way home
I will rest a short while
until again my lover takes me out
sometimes we stay at his place
just me and him
I am most happy
when we spend time alone
Often he massages my entire body
on occasion he uses oil
captivated am I by the sensation
of strong hands sliding
along my soft, voluptuous curves
leaving no part untouched
inside I giggle when his fingers
run up and down my spine
I thrill as he reaches for his bow
beginning slowly
he glides his stiff stick
across my vibrating strings
contentedly I hum
suddenly he quickens his thrusts
in great drops his sweat lands on my skin
laboring so hard to please me
I moan louder and louder
finally screaming in utter ecstasy
overcome by emotion he weeps
thanking me for singing so beautifully
Frequently we go to big parties
we always get good seats
raised above the crowd
my lover looks handsome
always dressed in black tuxedo and bow tie
our host, a popular man, enters
the crowd cheers his arrival
he begins to wildly gesticulate
Under the host’s direction
we make sweet love
right there in front of hundreds
of approving onlookers
smiling I remember my first time in public
I was frozen by inhibition
until, I saw all around us
others locked in passions embrace
The host commands FASTER! FASTER!
until with a glorious climax
he motions for us to stop
the crowd, enraptured, roars
exhausted and yet still enthralled
we make our way home
I will rest a short while
until again my lover takes me out
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Virtuoso🎻
the audience has taken leave
long after the symphonic orchestra
members all make their final bow
it's then, when the hall falls silent,
a soft note, rising slowly, continuous
like a woman's high-pitched cry,
not even a cry, but a sob, tightened
to a narrow beam of lightness
to pierce ev'ry corner and seam,
the plaintive weep and sigh that sinks
in a sensual dip, bending her back,
down to the throaty throb of her pain
that causes the rafters to shiver, to
reflect mounting timbre, the notes
taking on the inclining scale of fingers
that titillate the frets of her rib cage
moving higher, then quickly back again
with waves of pleasure peaked, washing
crescendo along her polished curves,
lovingly implied with the gut of his bow,
so tantalizingly in the moment of such a
composed romance from her virtuoso
Preview piece: artwork by Zane (Netherlands)
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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AN EXAMPLE / NOT AN ENTRY
SUB: Wet Terry
(a villanelle)
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me,
To finger fuck her quim with HE in mind,
SHE knows her squirting cum’s my ecstasy.
Becoming my MISS, choosing randomly,
Out of the gathered crowd, I was her find,
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me.
I think SHE knew how rough my touch would be
Suspended on my form, her pleasures grind,
SHE knows her squirting cum’s my ecstasy.
How quick SHE pulls her hood that HE should see,
The deftness of her tapping strokes. Reclined
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me.
I know her tensing grip, her urgency,
And how, in holding back, her build inclines,
(SHE knows her squirting cum’s my ecstasy).
And when SHE throbs in waves, her show for HE,
My rough folds sop her length from clit to ‘hind,
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me,
SHE knows her squirting cum’s my ecstasy!
*Ode from SHE's towel*
Anonymous
Dirty
I watch the tiny tear drops form
On my shower screen door
They slide down the glass
Following an irregular path
I sit on the shower floor
Holding my knees to my chest
Trying to steady my breath
While the water rains down on me
The droplets cling to my skin
Caressing my edges like a lover
But they slide away down the drain
Like my love who didn’t stay
Maybe if I turn the water to scolding
Maybe if I scrub to my bones
I can wash away all the regret
That’s stagnant in my head
After scrubbing my skin
Until it’s red and raw
I stumble out of the shower
Feeling dirtier than I did before
I pause to look at my reflection
Thinking
“Why didn’t I slide down the drain,”
My insides get dirtier and dirtier everyday
I glance into my dead eyes
My lips curl at the edges
And my reflection
Smiles back at me
On my shower screen door
They slide down the glass
Following an irregular path
I sit on the shower floor
Holding my knees to my chest
Trying to steady my breath
While the water rains down on me
The droplets cling to my skin
Caressing my edges like a lover
But they slide away down the drain
Like my love who didn’t stay
Maybe if I turn the water to scolding
Maybe if I scrub to my bones
I can wash away all the regret
That’s stagnant in my head
After scrubbing my skin
Until it’s red and raw
I stumble out of the shower
Feeling dirtier than I did before
I pause to look at my reflection
Thinking
“Why didn’t I slide down the drain,”
My insides get dirtier and dirtier everyday
I glance into my dead eyes
My lips curl at the edges
And my reflection
Smiles back at me
Written by Heart_symphony
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Rocket Ship
I can't imagine,
Just what I'd do.
If you kept your passion,
And said, "We're through."
If you opened my drawer,
And stormed out my door.
Screaming, "You're a whore",
"I don't wanna see you any more."
I've experienced hell,
With every man I met.
It always started well,
Until I made them sweat.
I fucked them all real good,
Even allowing trains.
They rode my ass like they should,
I sucked out all their brains.
And now I found your dick,
And opened up my treasures.
My oyster sings of odes to your prick,
Succumbing buried treasures.
Secrets that I possess,
Not a soul knows but you.
I wear you with my dress,
A passionate rendezvous.
You love tingling my clit,
And humming in my cunt.
You sometimes make me slip,
"Fuck my back, rub my front."
We shared so many crazy nights,
Strolling down this trip.
So help me make these feelings right,
My plastic Rocket Ship!!!!!!
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Flower
I watch you
As you turn to the sun
And want you
As your season's just begun
Petals of ruby red
So shyly part
As your delicate head
Becomes living art
Those floral lips
So close to my face
Tantalising sips
Of your pure grace
At your exposed core
A perfect, intimate bud
Leaves me wanting more
Kneeling in the mud
I touch your long stem
Setting a stream of dewy drops
I watch them, I touch them
Feeling cool wet plops
You quiver so slight
At that small touch
And I wonder if I might
Pluck you as such
But I leave you there
My beautiful flower
Looking ever more fair
With each passing hour.
As you turn to the sun
And want you
As your season's just begun
Petals of ruby red
So shyly part
As your delicate head
Becomes living art
Those floral lips
So close to my face
Tantalising sips
Of your pure grace
At your exposed core
A perfect, intimate bud
Leaves me wanting more
Kneeling in the mud
I touch your long stem
Setting a stream of dewy drops
I watch them, I touch them
Feeling cool wet plops
You quiver so slight
At that small touch
And I wonder if I might
Pluck you as such
But I leave you there
My beautiful flower
Looking ever more fair
With each passing hour.
Written by Rjm
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