Poetry competition CLOSED 19th October 2019 4:22am
WINNER
SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
sexual desires
Ride Or Die.
As if I knew where she went
those passionate nights spent together
smoking some grass, drinking some liquor
and a vapor of smoke in the dark
the ice glistens in the light of the pipe
Nothing better after a toke up than a vicious fuck
I know she's down as she chokes on me
fuck on me, baby yeah, you got it now.
You sure know how to party let me know when you out
Ever since she got locked up for firearms possession
I haven't fucked another woman since, still loyal to you
I been dealing from dusk til dawn, just to pay your rent.
As if there isn't enough on my plate, it's okay, when you rode me hard.
Damn girl, the way you fuck me, the way we ride together,
fuels my desire, burns in the eyes of our fire
Ride or Die, yeah baby girl I'm down for hell and back.
Just say you love me, always be by my side.
As if you're gone, I try hitting you up on my socials
no reply.. you locked down tonight
I still remain loyal, hard work in the rain I'll toil.
As I am as I always have been
loyal to the bitter fuckin end, my lover and my friend.
As if I knew where she went
those passionate nights spent together
smoking some grass, drinking some liquor
and a vapor of smoke in the dark
the ice glistens in the light of the pipe
Nothing better after a toke up than a vicious fuck
I know she's down as she chokes on me
fuck on me, baby yeah, you got it now.
You sure know how to party let me know when you out
Ever since she got locked up for firearms possession
I haven't fucked another woman since, still loyal to you
I been dealing from dusk til dawn, just to pay your rent.
As if there isn't enough on my plate, it's okay, when you rode me hard.
Damn girl, the way you fuck me, the way we ride together,
fuels my desire, burns in the eyes of our fire
Ride or Die, yeah baby girl I'm down for hell and back.
Just say you love me, always be by my side.
As if you're gone, I try hitting you up on my socials
no reply.. you locked down tonight
I still remain loyal, hard work in the rain I'll toil.
As I am as I always have been
loyal to the bitter fuckin end, my lover and my friend.
Related submission no longer exists.
In the Mirror
He makes her ride him on a leather chair,
As the image is becoming clearer,
Her legs spread wide so she can watch,
Everything on a full length mirror.
He penetrates slowly at first,
As the ecstasy makes her tingle,
Feeling his cock deep inside her,
Her body becomes taut yet nimble.
Her reflection stares right back at her,
Delightfully inquisitive as she’s plucked,
Enjoying the vulgar display of submission,
She finds she likes to watch herself get fucked.
She has the look of agony and pleasure,
Almost as if though she can’t believe her eyes,
A complete showcase of watching the coition,
Thrusting steadily between her thighs.
She reclines her luscious naked body,
As he kisses and whispers in her ear,
And when he slides between her velvet lips
She curiously sees his member disappear.
A moan escapes from her here and there,
Tilting her head back from time to time
And as his hands glide all over her,
She then slowly begins to writhe and grind
He lightly strokes her swollen clit,
The reflected image becomes profound.
As it seems to increase the pleasure,
When he precociously wets her mound,
He begins to pump a little faster,
She whimpers like a naughty girl,
The sound of thumping skin and flesh,
Heighten the senses that fully unfurl.
From his vantage point he can see,
Her pussy and shapely legs spread wide,
Stuffing her with his throbbing cock,
As he kisses her neck and side.
The images in the mirror,
Show a remarkable work of art,
Where her sex is trimmed and pretty,
She’s an exquisite tasty little tart.
Her beautiful and supple breasts
Bounce with each and every single hump
Their bodies then start to quiver,
To the point they want to jump
For joy
She moans louder without holding back,
Taking him deep with every thrust,
And with a sweltering passion he delivers,
A hard fucking that’s full of lust.
She cries with sighs of full delight,
As he rips into her with skill and craft,
Then she releases her sticky honey,
That trickles down along his shaft.
She pants and moans then bites her lips
To a point where she begins to cream,
And with a wild fever that’s about to burst,
He drives fast and hard she begins to scream
And her love juices spurt and flow,
Like a river of love between their thighs,
And like some unspoken mutual accord,
He too climaxes inside.
And for a moment they sit there,
Basking in the blissful afterglow,
Bathed in the cum she blessed him with
That only the mirror could show.
He makes her ride him on a leather chair,
As the image is becoming clearer,
Her legs spread wide so she can watch,
Everything on a full length mirror.
He penetrates slowly at first,
As the ecstasy makes her tingle,
Feeling his cock deep inside her,
Her body becomes taut yet nimble.
Her reflection stares right back at her,
Delightfully inquisitive as she’s plucked,
Enjoying the vulgar display of submission,
She finds she likes to watch herself get fucked.
She has the look of agony and pleasure,
Almost as if though she can’t believe her eyes,
A complete showcase of watching the coition,
Thrusting steadily between her thighs.
She reclines her luscious naked body,
As he kisses and whispers in her ear,
And when he slides between her velvet lips
She curiously sees his member disappear.
A moan escapes from her here and there,
Tilting her head back from time to time
And as his hands glide all over her,
She then slowly begins to writhe and grind
He lightly strokes her swollen clit,
The reflected image becomes profound.
As it seems to increase the pleasure,
When he precociously wets her mound,
He begins to pump a little faster,
She whimpers like a naughty girl,
The sound of thumping skin and flesh,
Heighten the senses that fully unfurl.
From his vantage point he can see,
Her pussy and shapely legs spread wide,
Stuffing her with his throbbing cock,
As he kisses her neck and side.
The images in the mirror,
Show a remarkable work of art,
Where her sex is trimmed and pretty,
She’s an exquisite tasty little tart.
Her beautiful and supple breasts
Bounce with each and every single hump
Their bodies then start to quiver,
To the point they want to jump
For joy
She moans louder without holding back,
Taking him deep with every thrust,
And with a sweltering passion he delivers,
A hard fucking that’s full of lust.
She cries with sighs of full delight,
As he rips into her with skill and craft,
Then she releases her sticky honey,
That trickles down along his shaft.
She pants and moans then bites her lips
To a point where she begins to cream,
And with a wild fever that’s about to burst,
He drives fast and hard she begins to scream
And her love juices spurt and flow,
Like a river of love between their thighs,
And like some unspoken mutual accord,
He too climaxes inside.
And for a moment they sit there,
Basking in the blissful afterglow,
Bathed in the cum she blessed him with
That only the mirror could show.
The Nun
Tis’ the witching hour,
hereinbelow the imposing statue of Jesus,
I’m fucking a nun in the ass.
With each thrust,
her ass cheeks parted violently.
As firm in muscle they are, they fought back vigorously.
Pulling my belt off;
now a collar round’ her neck - I pulled.
She even reached behind to pull it tighter herself.
I looked up into the stony eyes of Jesus,
his stone-cut smile,
his indifference – oh, the inconsequence.
Anyways, back to my story.
Hiking up her garment,
I pulled back on this nun’s leash
as I was pushing it into her.
Hunching over her bare, milky, sweaty ass,
I had realized,
that there was no reason for this to be a quickie!
No, the church’s doors were locked from the inside,
and it was late at night. No interruptions for hours to come.
Leaning back upright,
I pulled, and she arched her head back; gasping.
She too I could see make eye contact with Jesus’ stony eyes.
“Help me Jesus!” the stricken nun exclaimed.
I took off my sweat-drenched shirt,
hunched back over her sweaty, milky ass
I whispered, “I’m your lord of lords.”
Her eyes darted to mine.
At that moment I thrusted a push in her and kept it deep,
a stream of white running down her thigh.
Her panties had fallen to her knees
and I grabbed them with a vice-grip, tearing them off.
The sister shrieked and shook with tremors.
The torn panties went straight into her mouth
but not before I wiped off my cock with them.
Now throughout the church echoed the muffled groans.
The candles burned within the flickering piety,
the apostles within the stained-glass windows watched with indifference.
hereinbelow the imposing statue of Jesus,
I’m fucking a nun in the ass.
With each thrust,
her ass cheeks parted violently.
As firm in muscle they are, they fought back vigorously.
Pulling my belt off;
now a collar round’ her neck - I pulled.
She even reached behind to pull it tighter herself.
I looked up into the stony eyes of Jesus,
his stone-cut smile,
his indifference – oh, the inconsequence.
Anyways, back to my story.
Hiking up her garment,
I pulled back on this nun’s leash
as I was pushing it into her.
Hunching over her bare, milky, sweaty ass,
I had realized,
that there was no reason for this to be a quickie!
No, the church’s doors were locked from the inside,
and it was late at night. No interruptions for hours to come.
Leaning back upright,
I pulled, and she arched her head back; gasping.
She too I could see make eye contact with Jesus’ stony eyes.
“Help me Jesus!” the stricken nun exclaimed.
I took off my sweat-drenched shirt,
hunched back over her sweaty, milky ass
I whispered, “I’m your lord of lords.”
Her eyes darted to mine.
At that moment I thrusted a push in her and kept it deep,
a stream of white running down her thigh.
Her panties had fallen to her knees
and I grabbed them with a vice-grip, tearing them off.
The sister shrieked and shook with tremors.
The torn panties went straight into her mouth
but not before I wiped off my cock with them.
Now throughout the church echoed the muffled groans.
The candles burned within the flickering piety,
the apostles within the stained-glass windows watched with indifference.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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Do I turn You On?
I have a vision of you nude
Waiting patiently to be screwed
Your breasts displayed and inviting
For some action they're inciting.
Between your legs nice and juicy
A most tempting sexy pussy.
Can I please enter this space?
My cock can move a quite a pace.
Before I go in; our mouths should play
Oral sex a good start for the day.
My tomgue will caress your crutch
Your wet mouth my cock will clutch.
Savour the feeling of this beginning
I hope to set your senses spinning;
Preparing your cunt for an intrusion
The feel of my cock is no illusion
You'll sense the thrill of its entry
Thrust right to the hilt, very gently
The smooth moist sides of your passage
My cock will give them a massage.
Your first orgasm is not far away;
Do not try to keep it at bay.
Your pussy will be wetter now
You'll keep coming anyhow.
A dozen orgasms; a good score
Do you want to have some more?
Let me rest before we resume
We'll fuck all night, I assume.
If this poem makes you randy
Visit me, I'm always handy,
I will satisfy your desires
Quench all your sexual fires.
Waiting patiently to be screwed
Your breasts displayed and inviting
For some action they're inciting.
Between your legs nice and juicy
A most tempting sexy pussy.
Can I please enter this space?
My cock can move a quite a pace.
Before I go in; our mouths should play
Oral sex a good start for the day.
My tomgue will caress your crutch
Your wet mouth my cock will clutch.
Savour the feeling of this beginning
I hope to set your senses spinning;
Preparing your cunt for an intrusion
The feel of my cock is no illusion
You'll sense the thrill of its entry
Thrust right to the hilt, very gently
The smooth moist sides of your passage
My cock will give them a massage.
Your first orgasm is not far away;
Do not try to keep it at bay.
Your pussy will be wetter now
You'll keep coming anyhow.
A dozen orgasms; a good score
Do you want to have some more?
Let me rest before we resume
We'll fuck all night, I assume.
If this poem makes you randy
Visit me, I'm always handy,
I will satisfy your desires
Quench all your sexual fires.
Written by gardenlover
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Fuck!
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Within minutes my clothes are on the floor,
And you’ve locked the door.
My hands tied to the bed,
You say it’s time to give you head.
A slow slide between my parted lips,
From my pussy my lust drips.
In my mouth you have grown,
I tease you more with a moan.
More lust pours from between my thighs,
I beg you please with my eyes.
I crave you,
Am I on the menu?
From my mouth your cock slips,
To the south your head dips.
Your tongue dances within my cherry box,
How you do that is a paradox.
Once you have me good and blushing,
You say it’s time for the fucking.
You’ve given in to my plea,
My slit drips with glee.
My hands are untied,
My nails run down your side.
With each thrust, my pink walls tighten around your cock,
You’re as hard as a rock.
I take you in deeper, oh yes that’s the spot,
Please don’t stop!
Harder! Deeper! More, more, more!
My liquid desire now an uncontrollable outpour.
On the sheets my lust remains,
Though more than just a round wet stain.
Proof of my need for you,
And how no one else will do.
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Within minutes my clothes are on the floor,
And you’ve locked the door.
My hands tied to the bed,
You say it’s time to give you head.
A slow slide between my parted lips,
From my pussy my lust drips.
In my mouth you have grown,
I tease you more with a moan.
More lust pours from between my thighs,
I beg you please with my eyes.
I crave you,
Am I on the menu?
From my mouth your cock slips,
To the south your head dips.
Your tongue dances within my cherry box,
How you do that is a paradox.
Once you have me good and blushing,
You say it’s time for the fucking.
You’ve given in to my plea,
My slit drips with glee.
My hands are untied,
My nails run down your side.
With each thrust, my pink walls tighten around your cock,
You’re as hard as a rock.
I take you in deeper, oh yes that’s the spot,
Please don’t stop!
Harder! Deeper! More, more, more!
My liquid desire now an uncontrollable outpour.
On the sheets my lust remains,
Though more than just a round wet stain.
Proof of my need for you,
And how no one else will do.
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
Written by Nocturnalbutterfly
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Behind Closed Doors
Let me taste every inch of you
As your skin tastes sweet and salty
Like honey and rain. My neck blue
From your grip. My insides runny
And dripping down your body as we
Try to catch our breaths. Your cock
Still standing at full mast. In the wee
Hours you want more. Your hawk
Eyes look as you enter me again and
Again. Fuck, I want your fantasies
Wrapped around my legs. Your hand
Clutches the bedsheets and sanity
Is right here on the edge of this bed.
Do you know what you do to me? I
Lost my innocence and I dread
The day you leave with your sly
Smile with nothing else to remind
Me of our time between those four
Walls. Scratch marks fade, but minds
Never forget what is behind the door.
As your skin tastes sweet and salty
Like honey and rain. My neck blue
From your grip. My insides runny
And dripping down your body as we
Try to catch our breaths. Your cock
Still standing at full mast. In the wee
Hours you want more. Your hawk
Eyes look as you enter me again and
Again. Fuck, I want your fantasies
Wrapped around my legs. Your hand
Clutches the bedsheets and sanity
Is right here on the edge of this bed.
Do you know what you do to me? I
Lost my innocence and I dread
The day you leave with your sly
Smile with nothing else to remind
Me of our time between those four
Walls. Scratch marks fade, but minds
Never forget what is behind the door.
Written by eswaller
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Love of the Darkest sort
Your venom of accepted bullshit spits with great genius.
I swallow your wet words tasting the sweet and sour of
allowed deceit. Emotional pain intermixing with physical
pain over time, now wearing the same demonic face we both
tongue in the dark. My heart gormandized then regurgitated,
repeating residual beats heard in the haunts of our tinted
home. I bare my flogged back arched and oiled. Steady as
you continue carving your masterpiece for audience applause.
Signature stab marks I stitch with shiny blades and black
thread through gnashing teeth. Our erratic love written in old
English calligraphy decorates our living walls for guests to detest
and hypocrite on. They chase false fairies licking righteous dick
and pointing fingers I bite that fills my belly.
Beautifully painful sounds of large calloused palms violent against
black latex mounds I crave. Breather holes tested and covered in play of Gasper.
My other personalities and I share in your gluttony of pussy and their variations in all
things sinfully tasty. We hunt the cunt together, playing with
our food. Latter scraps for nature's hounds we rid to appease my jealousies.
Lost and determined eyes changing from hazel to watery
red lightning, crackling, holding it's gaze of daggered cocks fucking in anger's sloppy bed.
Leather leashes forcing attentions rule... I self inflict my own pain, a
heightened tease for hungry eyes I strip, panting beneath bravery's kilt, feeling my white lace crimsoning.
Drink of my youthful fountain and satisfy your aging thirst and there I will eat and take part in communion of you.
Guttural groans, seeing your aroused approval of shiny blades initialing it's arrival.
Red warmth down her chin, bypassing dead capillaries and pooling in corset cleavage
tempting titty fucks of strawberry and vanilla swirls.
Two minds chained together, wrapping around the hickey's of glorified euphoria.
We toast glasses clanking, yanking shades of blue on Philia's glossed lips screaming
and convulsing her quieting lullabies. Fucking our way to the bank, awaking
on live stages swallowing the applaud of increasing views.
Creativity tires our rampage, for now put the Russian iron to bed..
Limits and rebuked pleasures of Sadie go unmatched in the webs dark halls.
Dare not call me a lady, far from it I am in full boast.
Their ghosts surrounding my bed would banter ferociously
at such a claim of feminine bullshit. Instead love me as you do...
Suspend me by my hair and rape me to sleep like only you can hatefully lovingly do. I feed and cradle your beast between my drenched ego and you adore and kiss my darkened mind in all it's deviance and fuckage...
Let the wrong done unto me see it's hateful creation and let them secretly envy and lick my heels.
This love wedded with all that is rejected, detested and whispered of.. I suck off over dirty toilets laughing in sarcasm all the while smirking beyond false eyelashes and watching as I swallow this deliciousness of shame and tainted blackmail.
Grotesqued abominations we are, perfected each to the other our darkness A cunning match forged in mastery of the blacksmith's fires. Drowned and cooled in ruby tubs of nevermore's and hidden sorts.
I swallow your wet words tasting the sweet and sour of
allowed deceit. Emotional pain intermixing with physical
pain over time, now wearing the same demonic face we both
tongue in the dark. My heart gormandized then regurgitated,
repeating residual beats heard in the haunts of our tinted
home. I bare my flogged back arched and oiled. Steady as
you continue carving your masterpiece for audience applause.
Signature stab marks I stitch with shiny blades and black
thread through gnashing teeth. Our erratic love written in old
English calligraphy decorates our living walls for guests to detest
and hypocrite on. They chase false fairies licking righteous dick
and pointing fingers I bite that fills my belly.
Beautifully painful sounds of large calloused palms violent against
black latex mounds I crave. Breather holes tested and covered in play of Gasper.
My other personalities and I share in your gluttony of pussy and their variations in all
things sinfully tasty. We hunt the cunt together, playing with
our food. Latter scraps for nature's hounds we rid to appease my jealousies.
Lost and determined eyes changing from hazel to watery
red lightning, crackling, holding it's gaze of daggered cocks fucking in anger's sloppy bed.
Leather leashes forcing attentions rule... I self inflict my own pain, a
heightened tease for hungry eyes I strip, panting beneath bravery's kilt, feeling my white lace crimsoning.
Drink of my youthful fountain and satisfy your aging thirst and there I will eat and take part in communion of you.
Guttural groans, seeing your aroused approval of shiny blades initialing it's arrival.
Red warmth down her chin, bypassing dead capillaries and pooling in corset cleavage
tempting titty fucks of strawberry and vanilla swirls.
Two minds chained together, wrapping around the hickey's of glorified euphoria.
We toast glasses clanking, yanking shades of blue on Philia's glossed lips screaming
and convulsing her quieting lullabies. Fucking our way to the bank, awaking
on live stages swallowing the applaud of increasing views.
Creativity tires our rampage, for now put the Russian iron to bed..
Limits and rebuked pleasures of Sadie go unmatched in the webs dark halls.
Dare not call me a lady, far from it I am in full boast.
Their ghosts surrounding my bed would banter ferociously
at such a claim of feminine bullshit. Instead love me as you do...
Suspend me by my hair and rape me to sleep like only you can hatefully lovingly do. I feed and cradle your beast between my drenched ego and you adore and kiss my darkened mind in all it's deviance and fuckage...
Let the wrong done unto me see it's hateful creation and let them secretly envy and lick my heels.
This love wedded with all that is rejected, detested and whispered of.. I suck off over dirty toilets laughing in sarcasm all the while smirking beyond false eyelashes and watching as I swallow this deliciousness of shame and tainted blackmail.
Grotesqued abominations we are, perfected each to the other our darkness A cunning match forged in mastery of the blacksmith's fires. Drowned and cooled in ruby tubs of nevermore's and hidden sorts.
Written by Darkpoetria
(DarkOakPoetry)
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