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Poetry competition CLOSED 10th January 2020 7:45am
WINNER
ClassyBird (ClAsSyBiRdMeLlA)
ClassyBird (ClAsSyBiRdMeLlA)
RUNNERS-UP:
Valeriya
and SKG
2020 Sex Poem
Sex Masterpiece
Ignite the fire that create heat
Between our touch of our bodies
Painting vivid images of our nakedness
On a canvas creating art
The texture of your skin
Feel so soft and gentle
Kissing your body until I enter your abyss
Salt water in your sea
Taste so sweet like a debbie cake
Sex me like nobody else
Let me feel you on top of me
I love the way you get horny
Yes say my name
Like you want me
Who pussy is this
Kissing your abyss
Putting my meat between your buns
Now it time for lunch
Crunch and munch
On something good to eat
Like a treat acting out our fantasies
Bringing them to life
Breathing heavily moans and groans
Your gspot at the center of attention
As my pole persuade your lips
To enter you like a door
Now it time for the show to really begin
Sexing you like making love will never end
No more being friends
We are now lovers
Going into lovers land
Sexing you to make you understand nobody is better than the captain
The way I got you hook
Between our touch of our bodies
Painting vivid images of our nakedness
On a canvas creating art
The texture of your skin
Feel so soft and gentle
Kissing your body until I enter your abyss
Salt water in your sea
Taste so sweet like a debbie cake
Sex me like nobody else
Let me feel you on top of me
I love the way you get horny
Yes say my name
Like you want me
Who pussy is this
Kissing your abyss
Putting my meat between your buns
Now it time for lunch
Crunch and munch
On something good to eat
Like a treat acting out our fantasies
Bringing them to life
Breathing heavily moans and groans
Your gspot at the center of attention
As my pole persuade your lips
To enter you like a door
Now it time for the show to really begin
Sexing you like making love will never end
No more being friends
We are now lovers
Going into lovers land
Sexing you to make you understand nobody is better than the captain
The way I got you hook
Written by MalcolmJThePoet
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My Pleasured Man
Drenched in his sweat
looking up into pleasured eyes,
his skin rubbed up against mine
feeling every vein of his inches impaling,
his thrusting, throbbing, pulsating.
My blistering, tightened grip, wetness,
the aroma of intimacy and coupling.
My nails clenching his muscular back
sinking into his skin, I cannot control.
He makes a sound through his teeth, so sexy and he moans,
my pleasured man, pleases me.
In synch we grind, waistlines hitting hard.
Deep breaths, panting, gasping, gripping.
his strong arms shaking, don't collapse baby,
my legs shivering, him between my thighs.
Warmth, flowing thick, river of melted orgasms, releases, muscles weakened.
his weight pressed on top of me
I hold him, he holds me,
My pleasure.
looking up into pleasured eyes,
his skin rubbed up against mine
feeling every vein of his inches impaling,
his thrusting, throbbing, pulsating.
My blistering, tightened grip, wetness,
the aroma of intimacy and coupling.
My nails clenching his muscular back
sinking into his skin, I cannot control.
He makes a sound through his teeth, so sexy and he moans,
my pleasured man, pleases me.
In synch we grind, waistlines hitting hard.
Deep breaths, panting, gasping, gripping.
his strong arms shaking, don't collapse baby,
my legs shivering, him between my thighs.
Warmth, flowing thick, river of melted orgasms, releases, muscles weakened.
his weight pressed on top of me
I hold him, he holds me,
My pleasure.
Written by ClassyBird
(ClAsSyBiRdMeLlA)
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Vision of 2020 Sex
2020 is perfect vision
Useful to my mission
When adding an addition
To girls who give permission
Allowing my insertion
Into their private person
Naked in position
My organ is well risen
Inserting with precision
The feeling is Elysian
Pending a huge emission
Ending up the session
Useful to my mission
When adding an addition
To girls who give permission
Allowing my insertion
Into their private person
Naked in position
My organ is well risen
Inserting with precision
The feeling is Elysian
Pending a huge emission
Ending up the session
Written by gardenlover
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Return Me To The Tip
Heat singes, - between,
quivering. thighs
Muscles wrought, hard as steel
Soft, - hands upon skin that slips,
over the bone
Over, - and over, - again.
Lips wet, drip, running
down my chin.
Lips wetter, perched
on your knee,
running, down your leg.
Rising sweat glands, explode,
the smell,
an Induced scent, intoxicating
laying me down, into
a submissive state
Full, fill me again
The rhythm hypnotic, lost,
to the pounding,
beat
Over, - and over, - again
Stop- never.…
I am fluid, rolling waves
contain me,
bring me back, drink me in,
all juices flow Into you,
your body erect, is one
with mine
I feel you, penetrate,
I hear screams,
from my soul
my body turns
electric, we,
are electric
Return, - return to the tip,
of pleasure
Return- again,
Saturate with liquid heat
Over, - and over, - again
quivering. thighs
Muscles wrought, hard as steel
Soft, - hands upon skin that slips,
over the bone
Over, - and over, - again.
Lips wet, drip, running
down my chin.
Lips wetter, perched
on your knee,
running, down your leg.
Rising sweat glands, explode,
the smell,
an Induced scent, intoxicating
laying me down, into
a submissive state
Full, fill me again
The rhythm hypnotic, lost,
to the pounding,
beat
Over, - and over, - again
Stop- never.…
I am fluid, rolling waves
contain me,
bring me back, drink me in,
all juices flow Into you,
your body erect, is one
with mine
I feel you, penetrate,
I hear screams,
from my soul
my body turns
electric, we,
are electric
Return, - return to the tip,
of pleasure
Return- again,
Saturate with liquid heat
Over, - and over, - again
Written by Valeriya
(Valeriya Long)
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At the top
of this gully
of flesh
sits a rose bud
in a hood
at rest
waiting
for that smooth
caress
where the countdown
starts with a twitch
as the rose bud grows
for your kiss
and the rhythm
takes you
to a place
where there are
no words
to explain
of this gully
of flesh
sits a rose bud
in a hood
at rest
waiting
for that smooth
caress
where the countdown
starts with a twitch
as the rose bud grows
for your kiss
and the rhythm
takes you
to a place
where there are
no words
to explain
Unfinished Business
You and I have unfinished business
Chance meeting is what we had
Face to face and barely inches away
Your after shave and Creole accent,
An instant aphrodisiac
I watch your mouth curve seductively
Beneath the mangrove thicket of beard
My words momentarily forgotten
As an irresistible temptation sweeps over
Of my lips on yours, and your lips on mine
I relentlessly surrender to the arousal
Tender, warm and slow kisses,
Your exploration skills unquestionable
Like an archeologist unearthing treasures
Your hands trace every inch of my body
Finally unleashing your secret weapon
An immersion into my earth's core
Deep mining into unmeasurable depths
The slow rhythmic thrusts set the pace
For a fast and furious scene
A reconfiguration of the internal organs
But what's pleasure without pain
When the love bites tell the untold story
A reminder of our unfinished business
SKG
Chance meeting is what we had
Face to face and barely inches away
Your after shave and Creole accent,
An instant aphrodisiac
I watch your mouth curve seductively
Beneath the mangrove thicket of beard
My words momentarily forgotten
As an irresistible temptation sweeps over
Of my lips on yours, and your lips on mine
I relentlessly surrender to the arousal
Tender, warm and slow kisses,
Your exploration skills unquestionable
Like an archeologist unearthing treasures
Your hands trace every inch of my body
Finally unleashing your secret weapon
An immersion into my earth's core
Deep mining into unmeasurable depths
The slow rhythmic thrusts set the pace
For a fast and furious scene
A reconfiguration of the internal organs
But what's pleasure without pain
When the love bites tell the untold story
A reminder of our unfinished business
SKG
Written by SKG
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Mont Blanc
(Juste un peu plus)
The tip of my Mont Blanc hangs in expectation,
Ready to deliver the following sensual line,
Her skin is quivering with anticipation,
My gentle grip on the barrel will be divine.
I spread the font with want to haunt and taunt,
An attrayante choice of words will voice the need,
Gliding across the top she writhes in pleasure,
Shaping the expressions it takes the lead.
(Oui s'il vous plait) I play with splendid array,
Every pulse pounds quietly and implicitly,
(Oui, oui) everything is taking form from the storm,
Flooding my lips in a chorus of litany.
(Oh mon chéri) I slide without rush or hurry,
A soft throb of lexes flexes all along,
But my digits toil steadily, heavily…
Torrid amidst a florid speech of diphthongs.
My Mont Blanc lingers easy between my fingers,
Floating lightly, tightly, slightly above her skin,
Juste un peu plus, she inquires with fascination,
“Just a little more because your poem feels like sin.”
The tip of my Mont Blanc hangs in expectation,
Ready to deliver the following sensual line,
Her skin is quivering with anticipation,
My gentle grip on the barrel will be divine.
I spread the font with want to haunt and taunt,
An attrayante choice of words will voice the need,
Gliding across the top she writhes in pleasure,
Shaping the expressions it takes the lead.
(Oui s'il vous plait) I play with splendid array,
Every pulse pounds quietly and implicitly,
(Oui, oui) everything is taking form from the storm,
Flooding my lips in a chorus of litany.
(Oh mon chéri) I slide without rush or hurry,
A soft throb of lexes flexes all along,
But my digits toil steadily, heavily…
Torrid amidst a florid speech of diphthongs.
My Mont Blanc lingers easy between my fingers,
Floating lightly, tightly, slightly above her skin,
Juste un peu plus, she inquires with fascination,
“Just a little more because your poem feels like sin.”
Written by wallyroo92
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Diamond's Hymen
Her melanin was shining bright like a diamond
Awaiting penetration to puncture her hymen
A virgin that many men been scheming to lay
Today's that special day she'll let her legs splay
Letting Jacob have his way; climbing up her ladder
Tall specimen of a Queen; he yearns to be inside her
Says he'll provide her with an unforgettable experience
Stopping to make time to set a romantic ambience
Playing soft music so they could dance as sensual foreplay
Whispering beautiful things & she's enveloped by words he say
In her mind she's thinking there's no way that this can be real
Feeling rather skeptical about the smooth game that he spills
Reluctantly, she lowers her shield as he escorts her to the bathroom
It's dark but lit up with candles like the temple of doom
Where they're both about to groom in a rose petaled bath
Purifying their flesh before he conquers with his staff
After the bath, they journeyed to his sleeping quarters
Then he moisturized her body; marinating for the slaughter
He makes love to her gently; mind, body & soul
Putting her to sleep and accomplishing his goal
Awaiting penetration to puncture her hymen
A virgin that many men been scheming to lay
Today's that special day she'll let her legs splay
Letting Jacob have his way; climbing up her ladder
Tall specimen of a Queen; he yearns to be inside her
Says he'll provide her with an unforgettable experience
Stopping to make time to set a romantic ambience
Playing soft music so they could dance as sensual foreplay
Whispering beautiful things & she's enveloped by words he say
In her mind she's thinking there's no way that this can be real
Feeling rather skeptical about the smooth game that he spills
Reluctantly, she lowers her shield as he escorts her to the bathroom
It's dark but lit up with candles like the temple of doom
Where they're both about to groom in a rose petaled bath
Purifying their flesh before he conquers with his staff
After the bath, they journeyed to his sleeping quarters
Then he moisturized her body; marinating for the slaughter
He makes love to her gently; mind, body & soul
Putting her to sleep and accomplishing his goal
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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