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Poetry competition CLOSED 6th October 2023 4:05pm
WINNER
MadameLavender
MadameLavender
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Bluevelvete
Say it...without saying it
Poetry Contest Description
Sensual erotica...metaphorical style
Write an erotic poem that shows what is happening without using the usual words and/or expressions. Explore metaphor and make it sensual. Say it without actually spelling it out graphically. This is a style of erotica I personally struggle with but am drawn to and compelled to learn. We have some amazing erotica writers in these halls, show me what you got!
*1 entry only
*3 weeks
*New writes only
*No epic sagas please – keep it to 50 lines or less
*Post your poem & then link it here
*Please post comments to the writer’s personal page.
I need a moderator to set with Adult Content, please
*1 entry only
*3 weeks
*New writes only
*No epic sagas please – keep it to 50 lines or less
*Post your poem & then link it here
*Please post comments to the writer’s personal page.
I need a moderator to set with Adult Content, please
Blue Garter Melancholia
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
and a collection of whispers
Pulling me close into your basket
of tainted thirst to my ear
from the succulent tongue
and a collection of whispers
Abandoning the verse
with the ominous candle
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
and a collection of whispers
Pulling me close into your basket
of tainted thirst to my ear
from the succulent tongue
and a collection of whispers
Abandoning the verse
with the ominous candle
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
Written by adagio
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Lust's Labor's Licked
or
Willy in the Rear Room of the Boar's Head Tavern behind Closed Doors
*
His mistress' eyes of onyx black blank laze,
her lips brick liquorice of venom wet,
her mouth a furnace pitch and grease emblaze,
her throat an ink soot void salts up in sweat;
ere ebon sweeps and prospects tours his tongue,
flicks scarfing Aquitaines of Carménère,
Barolos rich of Tuscanies far-flung,
Riojas bloodstained stored in liquid air;
till rounding oil lagoons in wildwoods thick,
it dives to slate cenote depths earth gold,
and homeward gears on growing hearthstone sick,
to reaches crow inside a wanton cold;
the Devil metal draped enthroned her skin --
full banned from court the licit marriage gin.
*
Contest: Say It without Saying It -- Sensual Erotica / Metaphorical Style
Sponsor: WillowsWhimsies
Subject: "The Dark Lady" -- The Mistress of William Shakespeare's Sonnets
Form: Bestial Shakespearean Sonnet
Major Poetic Techniques: Metaphors Black / Irony Granite
Theme: The Marriage of True Minds Adulterate
Willy in the Rear Room of the Boar's Head Tavern behind Closed Doors
*
His mistress' eyes of onyx black blank laze,
her lips brick liquorice of venom wet,
her mouth a furnace pitch and grease emblaze,
her throat an ink soot void salts up in sweat;
ere ebon sweeps and prospects tours his tongue,
flicks scarfing Aquitaines of Carménère,
Barolos rich of Tuscanies far-flung,
Riojas bloodstained stored in liquid air;
till rounding oil lagoons in wildwoods thick,
it dives to slate cenote depths earth gold,
and homeward gears on growing hearthstone sick,
to reaches crow inside a wanton cold;
the Devil metal draped enthroned her skin --
full banned from court the licit marriage gin.
*
Contest: Say It without Saying It -- Sensual Erotica / Metaphorical Style
Sponsor: WillowsWhimsies
Subject: "The Dark Lady" -- The Mistress of William Shakespeare's Sonnets
Form: Bestial Shakespearean Sonnet
Major Poetic Techniques: Metaphors Black / Irony Granite
Theme: The Marriage of True Minds Adulterate
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Dessert
The sight of your glorious body laying bare before me
The scent of your Jasmin Noir perfume teasing my nose
A bowl waits by your side filled with chocolate cream
I lick my lips in anticipation and pick up my paintbrush.
-
I dip the brush in and begin the first stroke
Your honey eyes study the relaxed motions of my hand
I lead the thin brush over your perked nipples and perfectly mounded breasts
Your pupils dilate and sweat forms on your mocha skin.
-
Yet even the sinful chocolate can’t compare
To the sweetness of your mouth-watering cream
I take a taste; your breath hitches
And my tongue goes numb as the tastebuds overload.
-
Rich caramel intoxicates me
This is the sweetest of desserts that I’ve ever had
I can barely get over the initial shockwave of pleasure
But we have all night; another taste wouldn’t hurt.
The scent of your Jasmin Noir perfume teasing my nose
A bowl waits by your side filled with chocolate cream
I lick my lips in anticipation and pick up my paintbrush.
-
I dip the brush in and begin the first stroke
Your honey eyes study the relaxed motions of my hand
I lead the thin brush over your perked nipples and perfectly mounded breasts
Your pupils dilate and sweat forms on your mocha skin.
-
Yet even the sinful chocolate can’t compare
To the sweetness of your mouth-watering cream
I take a taste; your breath hitches
And my tongue goes numb as the tastebuds overload.
-
Rich caramel intoxicates me
This is the sweetest of desserts that I’ve ever had
I can barely get over the initial shockwave of pleasure
But we have all night; another taste wouldn’t hurt.
Written by LunasChild8
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Softly
She dressed with extra care for Naomi was coming over
For the last fitting of the magnificent dress before the grand Gala
Emerald green, silk. Tight fitting
Just enough décolleté to put the single pearl necklace
In evidence
She loved the way Naomi played piccolo with her fingers
On her body, lingering a moment here, tightening a bit there
Touching special points while they exchanged suggestive looks
Touches producing delicious shivers in her body
As Naomi let her hands roam to her back
Brushed aside her superbly long and curly auburn coiffe
And proceeded to slowly unzip her.
For the last fitting of the magnificent dress before the grand Gala
Emerald green, silk. Tight fitting
Just enough décolleté to put the single pearl necklace
In evidence
She loved the way Naomi played piccolo with her fingers
On her body, lingering a moment here, tightening a bit there
Touching special points while they exchanged suggestive looks
Touches producing delicious shivers in her body
As Naomi let her hands roam to her back
Brushed aside her superbly long and curly auburn coiffe
And proceeded to slowly unzip her.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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September Harvest
sun-warmed peach
draped in fine fur
ambrosial fragrance
first bite
sharp teeth piercing vulnerable skin
nectar dripping down chin
amber flesh slipping past tongue
sticky sweet-tart aftertaste
incites desire
hungering craving
yearning for another
heavenly kiss
draped in fine fur
ambrosial fragrance
first bite
sharp teeth piercing vulnerable skin
nectar dripping down chin
amber flesh slipping past tongue
sticky sweet-tart aftertaste
incites desire
hungering craving
yearning for another
heavenly kiss
Written by Kinkpoet
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Relief
I look at you
To admire that smile
That makes time feel slow
Staring into your eyes
Just to get you vulnerable
Enough to see into your soul
Invading into Eden.
Days will fade into each other
As you let down the walls as well
As your clothes- feeding me
Sweetness til I separate your essence-
From your mind and body
This becomes my favorite hobby.
Each time I revise so when I divide
And conquer your lands
You can’t predict the unexpected.
Your pleas from this pleasure
State that you want more
Before you crumble into a million pieces
My name becomes my favorite thing you say
When it echoes off the walls
I’m empowered by your calls
You submit to me.
Helping you take all your worries away
Even for a moment
To admire that smile
That makes time feel slow
Staring into your eyes
Just to get you vulnerable
Enough to see into your soul
Invading into Eden.
Days will fade into each other
As you let down the walls as well
As your clothes- feeding me
Sweetness til I separate your essence-
From your mind and body
This becomes my favorite hobby.
Each time I revise so when I divide
And conquer your lands
You can’t predict the unexpected.
Your pleas from this pleasure
State that you want more
Before you crumble into a million pieces
My name becomes my favorite thing you say
When it echoes off the walls
I’m empowered by your calls
You submit to me.
Helping you take all your worries away
Even for a moment
Written by Sinfulsagittarius
(6vibez)
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