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Poetry competition CLOSED 8th July 2020 2:59pm
WINNER
XiaoLong
XiaoLong
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Bonzi
Page:
Freak Of Nature
Poetry Contest Description
Bring Your A Game Who Can Make Fireworks In The Bedroom
July 4 is almost here and im seeing who can make sparks in the bedrooms make fireworks
Judge on your title of your poem
Wordplay
How freaky can you get
Creative
Judge on your title of your poem
Wordplay
How freaky can you get
Creative
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Symphony of Moans
It’s always the wet Wednesday
glasses of tequilas by the balcony
reminiscing moments of play by play
games adults play when they’re horny
such excitement comes with words
playful retracing of the leather cords
actionable act of lightening the moods
an intimacy with a lover that broods
with the face hiding glittering mask
the alluring calloused red fingertips
tracing the black straps was a task
smooth contrasting sighs below the hips
soft skin ruffled by the rough hand
the gentleness of a pair was bland
knowing well that I longed for the moment with two pairs
and it happens, the thrill of electric shocks reverberates my fine hairs
the tracing of my silhouette, ohh that’s excitement
the peppered bodily kisses, god damn.. that’s an intoxication
the tightening of the straps, holy.. that a leather’s statement
marks on my pink tenderness, oh dear I’m having a double action!
They navigate my rounded hips
with familiar fascination?
Inhaling whispers of longing, has it been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out the high intensity perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure is to treasure
gentlemen’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at its leisure
its time for once I’m serenaded with a double cunnilingus
then the fellatios of a curious cat playing with two throbbing rods with its fingers
Ah yes! a moment to let them catch their breaths
umm.. while their fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as their throbbing love are in their sheaths
hey boys! tonight’s my night and dears, make it count when you bloody penetrate!
now it’s a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every Thursday night
about a brunette goddess on a bed fight with two middle eastern knights
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic Game of Thrones
on the night that had ended with an fucking exalted symphony of moans!
glasses of tequilas by the balcony
reminiscing moments of play by play
games adults play when they’re horny
such excitement comes with words
playful retracing of the leather cords
actionable act of lightening the moods
an intimacy with a lover that broods
with the face hiding glittering mask
the alluring calloused red fingertips
tracing the black straps was a task
smooth contrasting sighs below the hips
soft skin ruffled by the rough hand
the gentleness of a pair was bland
knowing well that I longed for the moment with two pairs
and it happens, the thrill of electric shocks reverberates my fine hairs
the tracing of my silhouette, ohh that’s excitement
the peppered bodily kisses, god damn.. that’s an intoxication
the tightening of the straps, holy.. that a leather’s statement
marks on my pink tenderness, oh dear I’m having a double action!
They navigate my rounded hips
with familiar fascination?
Inhaling whispers of longing, has it been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out the high intensity perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure is to treasure
gentlemen’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at its leisure
its time for once I’m serenaded with a double cunnilingus
then the fellatios of a curious cat playing with two throbbing rods with its fingers
Ah yes! a moment to let them catch their breaths
umm.. while their fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as their throbbing love are in their sheaths
hey boys! tonight’s my night and dears, make it count when you bloody penetrate!
now it’s a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every Thursday night
about a brunette goddess on a bed fight with two middle eastern knights
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic Game of Thrones
on the night that had ended with an fucking exalted symphony of moans!
Written by XiaoLong
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4th of July: Doggie Style
July 4 2020 is coming
Lovers pouncing because
they feel the fireworks
inside them because
they are trying every position
from the Kama Sutra
They are enjoying
Wild Sexual Congress
pouncing on each other
the animals are
coming out to play
Ending up on all fours
Going at it
Doggie Style
Lovers pouncing because
they feel the fireworks
inside them because
they are trying every position
from the Kama Sutra
They are enjoying
Wild Sexual Congress
pouncing on each other
the animals are
coming out to play
Ending up on all fours
Going at it
Doggie Style
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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Invading Tender Flesh
0ffer yourself to me
Bare your body
Your heart
Your soul to me
Give me your lips
The fire of your breath
Let me lick you from hips to throat
Sending such blissful sensations
A tongue meant for you
Designed to bring pleasure
A devil in disguise
A serpents tongue
Invading tender flesh
Thighs parted
Quivering shakes rising
Deep from within
Ripping up your spine
Sweat forming on hot skin
Completely submit to me
Open your passion
Let me in
When I'm done
You will never forget
Dripping wet
With orgasm after orgssm
My lips on your lips
Swallowing your gasps
Your orgasmic screams
While my fingers penetrate
Crawl inside of you
You are mine
Divine beauty owned this night
Taken to the depths of fire
Given release
So much release
Uncontrollable
Never ending
Tremors of pleasure
Bare your body
Your heart
Your soul to me
Give me your lips
The fire of your breath
Let me lick you from hips to throat
Sending such blissful sensations
A tongue meant for you
Designed to bring pleasure
A devil in disguise
A serpents tongue
Invading tender flesh
Thighs parted
Quivering shakes rising
Deep from within
Ripping up your spine
Sweat forming on hot skin
Completely submit to me
Open your passion
Let me in
When I'm done
You will never forget
Dripping wet
With orgasm after orgssm
My lips on your lips
Swallowing your gasps
Your orgasmic screams
While my fingers penetrate
Crawl inside of you
You are mine
Divine beauty owned this night
Taken to the depths of fire
Given release
So much release
Uncontrollable
Never ending
Tremors of pleasure
Written by AspergerPoet56
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My Little Bombette
It’s that time of year and the fourth of July is here
I just hope my girl can handle my hot Roman candle
But I already see her eyeing my pistil ready to whistle
She better give me a salute or it’s going to be a scandal!
She’s going to love my snake, the way it snaps and shakes
She’ll be seeing stars and quaking with a crackle effect
She’ll want to ride my rocket but I’ll tell her to watch it
Because my missile is ready to launch and it’s already erect
She’s getting wet with sweat looking at the crossette
Picking some good ones because she loves the glitter
She likes the Saturn Shell the way I like to see a tail
But I can tell she’s open minded enough to try the flitter
My little Bombette will love to see my big comet
Leaving a trail of sparks as it flies through the air
Banging loud as it amazes the crowd with some cakes
She’ll be a screamer when the colors and streamers blare
I hope she won’t be afraid of a long lasting brocade
As long as the booms fill her mouth with oohs and ahhs
My ardor is harder as she trembles hearing an order of mortars
Until her heart is filled with thrill then gives a joyous applause
Written by wallyroo92
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Indulgence
The farthest thought in my mind
and yet here it is, creeping
like a cat on the hunt.
The faintist flutter
in the pit of my stomach
causing my kitty to purr.
Goodness!
Most days...
I love when a dick paints my lips
with those initial drips
and tease, fully knowing my mouth
wants nothing more than to please;
licking my lips,
tongue emboldened by what's to come.
Anticipating that gentle caress on my hair,
a feather like touch at my nape
just before that pull, forcing my eyes up.
Espresso brown eyes lined with black
mascara, tears painting flushed cheeks,
look up to drown in a sea of passion.
Expectation flickering in his eyes,
no words need to be spoken,
we both know there is no stopping
till my throat is close to collapsing.
Or the playful rubbing of a tongue,
soft as butterfly wings.
Lips suckling my clit
in fierce, feverish delight.
My eyes see kaleidoscope sky's,
and my ears hear the ebb and flow
an ocean I no longer control.
Wave after wave
taking me deeper,
renewing my resolve
with every gasp for breath.
Even a muscular hand
placed between my scapulae
holding me in place
a dick surging ruthlessly from behind.
Thrust after thrust
lungs struggle for breathe
against the vise at my neck.
Those formidable unyielding
hands shatter every bit of me
as we both reach the end.
Then gingerly held firm
against a heaving chest,
lulling of a heartbeat.
Looking into blue iridescent eyes,
such possibilities of love reflecting
from flecks of every shade of blue.
But today.....
There is the absence of you,
your touch, the graze of your lips,
and the fullness of your cock.
Today is just me and the memories
you've generously bestowed
to satisfy this rapturous need
that desperately grows.
and yet here it is, creeping
like a cat on the hunt.
The faintist flutter
in the pit of my stomach
causing my kitty to purr.
Goodness!
Most days...
I love when a dick paints my lips
with those initial drips
and tease, fully knowing my mouth
wants nothing more than to please;
licking my lips,
tongue emboldened by what's to come.
Anticipating that gentle caress on my hair,
a feather like touch at my nape
just before that pull, forcing my eyes up.
Espresso brown eyes lined with black
mascara, tears painting flushed cheeks,
look up to drown in a sea of passion.
Expectation flickering in his eyes,
no words need to be spoken,
we both know there is no stopping
till my throat is close to collapsing.
Or the playful rubbing of a tongue,
soft as butterfly wings.
Lips suckling my clit
in fierce, feverish delight.
My eyes see kaleidoscope sky's,
and my ears hear the ebb and flow
an ocean I no longer control.
Wave after wave
taking me deeper,
renewing my resolve
with every gasp for breath.
Even a muscular hand
placed between my scapulae
holding me in place
a dick surging ruthlessly from behind.
Thrust after thrust
lungs struggle for breathe
against the vise at my neck.
Those formidable unyielding
hands shatter every bit of me
as we both reach the end.
Then gingerly held firm
against a heaving chest,
lulling of a heartbeat.
Looking into blue iridescent eyes,
such possibilities of love reflecting
from flecks of every shade of blue.
But today.....
There is the absence of you,
your touch, the graze of your lips,
and the fullness of your cock.
Today is just me and the memories
you've generously bestowed
to satisfy this rapturous need
that desperately grows.
Written by Bonzi
Go To Page
Symphony of Moans
It’s always the wet Wednesday
glasses of tequilas by the balcony
reminiscing moments of play by play
games adults play when they’re horny
such excitement comes with words
playful retracing of the leather cords
actionable act of lightening the moods
an intimacy with a lover that broods
with the face hiding glittering mask
the alluring calloused red fingertips
tracing the black straps was a task
smooth contrasting sighs below the hips
soft skin ruffled by the rough hand
the gentleness of a pair was bland
knowing well that I longed for the moment with two pairs
and it happens, the thrill of electric shocks reverberates my fine hairs
the tracing of my silhouette, ohh that’s excitement
the peppered bodily kisses, god damn.. that’s an intoxication
the tightening of the straps, holy.. that a leather’s statement
marks on my pink tenderness, oh dear I’m having a double action!
They navigate my rounded hips
with familiar fascination?
Inhaling whispers of longing, has it been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out the high intensity perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure is to treasure
gentlemen’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at its leisure
its time for once I’m serenaded with a double cunnilingus
then the fellatios of a curious cat playing with two throbbing rods with its fingers
Ah yes! a moment to let them catch their breaths
umm.. while their fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as their throbbing love are in their sheaths
hey boys! tonight’s my night and dears, make it count when you bloody penetrate!
now it’s a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every Thursday night
about a brunette goddess on a bed fight with two middle eastern knights
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic Game of Thrones
on the night that had ended with an fucking exalted symphony of moans!
glasses of tequilas by the balcony
reminiscing moments of play by play
games adults play when they’re horny
such excitement comes with words
playful retracing of the leather cords
actionable act of lightening the moods
an intimacy with a lover that broods
with the face hiding glittering mask
the alluring calloused red fingertips
tracing the black straps was a task
smooth contrasting sighs below the hips
soft skin ruffled by the rough hand
the gentleness of a pair was bland
knowing well that I longed for the moment with two pairs
and it happens, the thrill of electric shocks reverberates my fine hairs
the tracing of my silhouette, ohh that’s excitement
the peppered bodily kisses, god damn.. that’s an intoxication
the tightening of the straps, holy.. that a leather’s statement
marks on my pink tenderness, oh dear I’m having a double action!
They navigate my rounded hips
with familiar fascination?
Inhaling whispers of longing, has it been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out the high intensity perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure is to treasure
gentlemen’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at its leisure
its time for once I’m serenaded with a double cunnilingus
then the fellatios of a curious cat playing with two throbbing rods with its fingers
Ah yes! a moment to let them catch their breaths
umm.. while their fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as their throbbing love are in their sheaths
hey boys! tonight’s my night and dears, make it count when you bloody penetrate!
now it’s a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every Thursday night
about a brunette goddess on a bed fight with two middle eastern knights
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic Game of Thrones
on the night that had ended with an fucking exalted symphony of moans!
Written by XiaoLong
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XiaoLong said:
Thank everyone for voting this poem as the winning one. A wonderful symphonic feeling this morning!
Thank everyone for voting this poem as the winning one. A wonderful symphonic feeling this morning!
