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Poetry Competition Ends 22nd February 2025 00:27am
7 Levels of Sex
Waves
Waves of longing rises
Your touch, a tide I crave deeply.
I am drowning in your pull.
Arshad
Your touch, a tide I crave deeply.
I am drowning in your pull.
Arshad
Written by musht_e_ghubaar
(Arsh)
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7 Levels of Love and Sex.
Level 1: Physical Touch
First we met in a singles bar.
It all started with a handshake,
then I drove her home in my car.
Level 2: Sharing Personal Experiences
“Why don’t you come inside,”
she said. Now who could say no to that.
We talked. With every word I uttered, I lied.
Level 3: Emotional Vulnerability
I wasn’t prepared to open up my heart.
I couldn’t. Although she knew better.
So she let me babble at the start.
Level 4: Deep Communication
“You’re full of shit,” she finally said.
I had no choice. I had to tell the truth.
That is if I had any chance to get into that bed.
Level 5: Spiritual Intimacy
The night was young and I spilled it all.
I never knew the truth would set you free.
I never knew in her arms I was to fall.
Level 6: Exploring Sexual Fantasies
Right until we went into the unknown
I told her of all those fantasies I hid inside,
those I never told anyone or even shown.
Level 7: Complete Surrender and Trust
By the end of the night I was dead
from exhaustion and the love I never knew,
plus all that kinky stuff we finally did in that bed.
First we met in a singles bar.
It all started with a handshake,
then I drove her home in my car.
Level 2: Sharing Personal Experiences
“Why don’t you come inside,”
she said. Now who could say no to that.
We talked. With every word I uttered, I lied.
Level 3: Emotional Vulnerability
I wasn’t prepared to open up my heart.
I couldn’t. Although she knew better.
So she let me babble at the start.
Level 4: Deep Communication
“You’re full of shit,” she finally said.
I had no choice. I had to tell the truth.
That is if I had any chance to get into that bed.
Level 5: Spiritual Intimacy
The night was young and I spilled it all.
I never knew the truth would set you free.
I never knew in her arms I was to fall.
Level 6: Exploring Sexual Fantasies
Right until we went into the unknown
I told her of all those fantasies I hid inside,
those I never told anyone or even shown.
Level 7: Complete Surrender and Trust
By the end of the night I was dead
from exhaustion and the love I never knew,
plus all that kinky stuff we finally did in that bed.
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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Gravity
not who you love
but how you love
with maddening hunger
until we are too exhausted
to fight the pull of distance—
until our endless space is
small enough to be necessary,
to hold ourselves accountable
for the explosion in our stars
not who you love
but how you love
suddenly, without warning
until our days thank us
for fighting back—
until our years tangle
amongst roots and wounds,
our sonnets becoming sand
under a catastrophic moon
not who you love
but how you love
with mouthfuls of eternity
until skin finds hollow bones
filled with fragile hope—
until we are no longer afraid
of each others brutal spark,
until you are the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever known in the dark
Written by Northern_Soul
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Level 7
Instead Of Doing The Mailman Job
When
Tim and
Nancy came
home, they were both
shocked to see Kevin
and Maggie stripping down.
Then, they saw him cocking his
short shotgun with her honey pot
instead of doing the mailman job
like he was supposed to be doing then.
Tim and
Nancy came
home, they were both
shocked to see Kevin
and Maggie stripping down.
Then, they saw him cocking his
short shotgun with her honey pot
instead of doing the mailman job
like he was supposed to be doing then.
Written by Green_Arrow
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Beauty and Capacity
I'm drunk in your aura
Each day better than the last
You present yourself to be taken
Mightily I rush through your senses
Beauty and capacity
I ride you beyond reason
My nymph
Our awakening
Each day better than the last
You present yourself to be taken
Mightily I rush through your senses
Beauty and capacity
I ride you beyond reason
My nymph
Our awakening
Written by PoetSpeak
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Rip And Tear
until it is done
they will count their arrivals
on the tips of their tongues
dug deep in the cisterns
awaiting a splash
until she is spent
in these feverish corridors
gaped, broken and bent
while sharks encircle
the scent of spunk
until he cries
between the softest spurs
where inhibition dies
deprive the depraved
of all dignity
until it is wrought
lips and tongues and breasts
butts and dicks, once, taut
trembling innocently
a puddle of letch.
they will count their arrivals
on the tips of their tongues
dug deep in the cisterns
awaiting a splash
until she is spent
in these feverish corridors
gaped, broken and bent
while sharks encircle
the scent of spunk
until he cries
between the softest spurs
where inhibition dies
deprive the depraved
of all dignity
until it is wrought
lips and tongues and breasts
butts and dicks, once, taut
trembling innocently
a puddle of letch.
Written by 13
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Clap Clap
Clap Clap Are the sounds I hear as the sting spreads all over my rear.
Climbing on board I am now settling in and the glide session is about to begin.
A Feeling of excitement lingers near as the sting begins to disappear.
Your excitement is hard to hide as you grow harder with every slide.
Gliding back and forth sensations begin to arise as you glare deeply in my eyes.
Your hands and mouth sucking and rubbing all over my breasts feeling so good it takes away my breath.
Feeling you so deep so deep inside as I continue on what seems to be a magical ride.
Moaning softly in your ear you know that my climax is very near.
Holding me close with your face in my breast as I ride smoothly over your chest.
Licking and sucking as there you lay... rubbing and touching with every sway.
One final glide and I feel like I will fly as my body explodes and shakes with a sigh.
The pressure is gone and I feel a great release, now it's your turn to be pleased.
So the pounding is harder and faster at times deeper and smother you start to climb.
Flipped and turned I began to see the freakiness coming out of thee.
Breathing harder, you're on my back I feel the sting as you smack my ass.
With a cracked voice you're calling my name Saying Angeles I will never be the same.
Bumping and grinding your feelings so right your orgasm is now in sight.
One more grind and a little sway and the pressure released sends you on your way.
Feeling such pleasure you yell my name then go on to have a great day.
Climbing on board I am now settling in and the glide session is about to begin.
A Feeling of excitement lingers near as the sting begins to disappear.
Your excitement is hard to hide as you grow harder with every slide.
Gliding back and forth sensations begin to arise as you glare deeply in my eyes.
Your hands and mouth sucking and rubbing all over my breasts feeling so good it takes away my breath.
Feeling you so deep so deep inside as I continue on what seems to be a magical ride.
Moaning softly in your ear you know that my climax is very near.
Holding me close with your face in my breast as I ride smoothly over your chest.
Licking and sucking as there you lay... rubbing and touching with every sway.
One final glide and I feel like I will fly as my body explodes and shakes with a sigh.
The pressure is gone and I feel a great release, now it's your turn to be pleased.
So the pounding is harder and faster at times deeper and smother you start to climb.
Flipped and turned I began to see the freakiness coming out of thee.
Breathing harder, you're on my back I feel the sting as you smack my ass.
With a cracked voice you're calling my name Saying Angeles I will never be the same.
Bumping and grinding your feelings so right your orgasm is now in sight.
One more grind and a little sway and the pressure released sends you on your way.
Feeling such pleasure you yell my name then go on to have a great day.
Written by 2turtledoves
(Two Turtle Doves)
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Eclipse
A spark of electricity
Between us
Overwhelming the senses
Intertwined in a passionate embrace.
This is the dream.
This is the desire.
We see Fate's intention
Detrimental to us
Beneficial to all
We are the precipice of survival
You, the sun
I, the moon
Separated forevermore
But just once
Once in a thousand years
The yearning for connection ceases
A joining of such primal lust
And longing
Sated but for a moment
As our lonely souls sing sweet pain.
Yet the bitterness is back
No.
This moment was never meant to last
For Fate has intentions
Malevolent for our long-awaited union
Benign for the plague of humanity.
Which is more important?
I have waited an eternity to feel your warmth
And felt nothing but freezing Disappointment
As you slip through my grasp once again.
Chasing each other fruitlessly
An endless, intrepid pursuit for a love
We can never contain
And never sustain.
The ache of our unfulfilled desire
To exist as one.
Nothing can ever unite us.
But for the Eclipse.
Between us
Overwhelming the senses
Intertwined in a passionate embrace.
This is the dream.
This is the desire.
We see Fate's intention
Detrimental to us
Beneficial to all
We are the precipice of survival
You, the sun
I, the moon
Separated forevermore
But just once
Once in a thousand years
The yearning for connection ceases
A joining of such primal lust
And longing
Sated but for a moment
As our lonely souls sing sweet pain.
Yet the bitterness is back
No.
This moment was never meant to last
For Fate has intentions
Malevolent for our long-awaited union
Benign for the plague of humanity.
Which is more important?
I have waited an eternity to feel your warmth
And felt nothing but freezing Disappointment
As you slip through my grasp once again.
Chasing each other fruitlessly
An endless, intrepid pursuit for a love
We can never contain
And never sustain.
The ache of our unfulfilled desire
To exist as one.
Nothing can ever unite us.
But for the Eclipse.
Written by LunaDahlia
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Affair with your Mind ( Redux )
I want to have an affair with your mind
The secret places that fold into wetness
I want to gaze into your eyes
Your quiet reserve calling me home
On fire with desire
Until my combustion spills forth into ecstasy
The secret places that fold into wetness
I want to gaze into your eyes
Your quiet reserve calling me home
On fire with desire
Until my combustion spills forth into ecstasy
Written by PoetSpeak
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Gravity maddening hunger, too exhausted to pull the distance, small and necessary to the explosion of stars, without warning, fighting back, our tangle of roots and wounds and catastrophic moons, of hollow bones and brutal spark, all these wonders, these gems I found in Gravity.
Aesthetic
You turned over on to your left side, as lies a fetus
There painted before me were your contours
exposing resplendent hints of your hourglass
The subject being framed by your coarsely flowing
raven hair, and by the entire back of your right arm
Other supporting elements spoke from your
benevolent and delicate palm and fingers
There is a single spaghetti strap from your negligee
laying diagonally, aimlessly over your olive skin
pretending to support one of your melons
Invisible to me
The whole scene perfectly staged
and posing like a Waterhouse goddess
This purview has been fodder within the artist scope
since the dawn of aesthetic sight. Yet
it’s pristine view by this beholder of beauty
as belonging to the one to whom my soul retreats
becomes a single tear, and transcribed into
this morning’s personal epiphany
Let my love for you at this moment
be rendered upon this canvas
in the pensive hues of my feelings
And let it be duly hung for every reality hence
to look upon in museum-esque reverie
from this day until the end of time and terrain
There painted before me were your contours
exposing resplendent hints of your hourglass
The subject being framed by your coarsely flowing
raven hair, and by the entire back of your right arm
Other supporting elements spoke from your
benevolent and delicate palm and fingers
There is a single spaghetti strap from your negligee
laying diagonally, aimlessly over your olive skin
pretending to support one of your melons
Invisible to me
The whole scene perfectly staged
and posing like a Waterhouse goddess
This purview has been fodder within the artist scope
since the dawn of aesthetic sight. Yet
it’s pristine view by this beholder of beauty
as belonging to the one to whom my soul retreats
becomes a single tear, and transcribed into
this morning’s personal epiphany
Let my love for you at this moment
be rendered upon this canvas
in the pensive hues of my feelings
And let it be duly hung for every reality hence
to look upon in museum-esque reverie
from this day until the end of time and terrain
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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Song to Aioue
Listen to my words and desire me, most fair and ruddy lady
I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet concerning you
The sculpting of your ancestral Siamese contour
pours like the sound of apricot brandy into my Bohemian chalice
It is a balm for my thirsting eyes, succoring my sacral mind
and satisfying me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firmly ripened twins
They are from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
still unharvested on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
and gardenias in your coarse swarthy locks
look at me from just behind the veil
I search for their scent with every sense engorged
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically with closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison, we create
a coupling of energy that gives birth to the child of incandescence
She has your eyes and when I look into them
I see the light of Aioua
Her aura is primal, fleeting and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
SELAH
These words are meant for whose who are brooding for loves
for they come nigh unto reality
They who dwell with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me again under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my whetted palate
When I showed you how we french kiss, yes those are the moments!
I would have three more beloveds if they were like you
Each as beloved as if they were only you
Other alphas would rue the land where our family resides
and handmaidens would disdain my words
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard but I cannot live without pleasures!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no man shall judge our chamberings
I savor the darkness, as per the design of the ancients
who learned to talk and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
The inclinations I have toward paramours has been buried
so deeply that I cannot locate the region from where they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me.
I will be reminded again of my choices
when we commune again
My genteel and beautiful little doxie
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
I don’t know if I love you because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet concerning you
The sculpting of your ancestral Siamese contour
pours like the sound of apricot brandy into my Bohemian chalice
It is a balm for my thirsting eyes, succoring my sacral mind
and satisfying me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firmly ripened twins
They are from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
still unharvested on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
and gardenias in your coarse swarthy locks
look at me from just behind the veil
I search for their scent with every sense engorged
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically with closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison, we create
a coupling of energy that gives birth to the child of incandescence
She has your eyes and when I look into them
I see the light of Aioua
Her aura is primal, fleeting and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
SELAH
These words are meant for whose who are brooding for loves
for they come nigh unto reality
They who dwell with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me again under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my whetted palate
When I showed you how we french kiss, yes those are the moments!
I would have three more beloveds if they were like you
Each as beloved as if they were only you
Other alphas would rue the land where our family resides
and handmaidens would disdain my words
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard but I cannot live without pleasures!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no man shall judge our chamberings
I savor the darkness, as per the design of the ancients
who learned to talk and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
The inclinations I have toward paramours has been buried
so deeply that I cannot locate the region from where they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me.
I will be reminded again of my choices
when we commune again
My genteel and beautiful little doxie
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
I don’t know if I love you because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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