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Poetry competition CLOSED 14th January 2018 4:24am
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Erotic Careers
Poetry Contest Description
Write a Career-Based Erotic Poem
Choose ONE occupational field/career and create an EROTIC poem using key-terms/words surrounding that particular field...you may choose to write a “double-meaning” poem.
Rules:
-No line limit but not TOO lengthy
-Unlimited entries but ONE Erotic Career per entry.
Sample:
Erotic Carpentry
PLASTER your hands upon my breasts
Come, O Carpenter, put your skill up to the test
PAINT my body with wet wild kisses
Work those hands with your misses
Dip your BRUSH deep in my PAINT
As I gasp with pleasure feeling faint
Feel my SPLINTERS dig in your back
As I hold you tighter in the sack
Use your HAMMER and NAIL me down
On the bed or on the ground
DRILL yourself into my barren WALLS
Until you feel my waterfalls
Let me hold you deep inside
‘Til you collapse right on my side
Let’s PAINT this night of ecstasy
With wild BLUEPRINTS of fantasy
Until dawn’s light breaks through the night
Let’s TILE our passion with sweet delights...🔨
Ready...Set...Go!
Rules:
-No line limit but not TOO lengthy
-Unlimited entries but ONE Erotic Career per entry.
Sample:
Erotic Carpentry
PLASTER your hands upon my breasts
Come, O Carpenter, put your skill up to the test
PAINT my body with wet wild kisses
Work those hands with your misses
Dip your BRUSH deep in my PAINT
As I gasp with pleasure feeling faint
Feel my SPLINTERS dig in your back
As I hold you tighter in the sack
Use your HAMMER and NAIL me down
On the bed or on the ground
DRILL yourself into my barren WALLS
Until you feel my waterfalls
Let me hold you deep inside
‘Til you collapse right on my side
Let’s PAINT this night of ecstasy
With wild BLUEPRINTS of fantasy
Until dawn’s light breaks through the night
Let’s TILE our passion with sweet delights...🔨
Ready...Set...Go!
Dommina Samurai
My tongue lashes
Shredding your masculinity to shreds
As my words cut through any misogyny
And leave gaping wound to expose true psyche
Leaving a wounded prick that shrinks beneath outrageous hyperbole
Laughable stories of women grinding your enormous jock
My Masamune firmly grasped
Extending 10 inches from hip and pointing its aim
It promises to skewer the rosey target that waits in panicky pucker
Between the 2 lilly white baby soft pillows that pad the annulus of your posterior
A perfect canvas to swank the red welted decussate that brands your sweet ass mine
Wounds that will ruthlessly shout out your Mistresses name
Each time your bitch ass has the sauce take a seat
You will neal before this Ronin Queen little man
Or suffer.....
My tongue lashes
Shredding your masculinity to shreds
As my words cut through any misogyny
And leave gaping wound to expose true psyche
Leaving a wounded prick that shrinks beneath outrageous hyperbole
Laughable stories of women grinding your enormous jock
My Masamune firmly grasped
Extending 10 inches from hip and pointing its aim
It promises to skewer the rosey target that waits in panicky pucker
Between the 2 lilly white baby soft pillows that pad the annulus of your posterior
A perfect canvas to swank the red welted decussate that brands your sweet ass mine
Wounds that will ruthlessly shout out your Mistresses name
Each time your bitch ass has the sauce take a seat
You will neal before this Ronin Queen little man
Or suffer.....
Anonymous
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BREAD
Knead the dough
Please, more flour
Before your roll
Endless attending
Carefully administering
Exerting bosom heaving
Keeping it pliable
Wet intermediately
Moisten malleable
I molds more easily
A gentle ponding
Carefully dominating
Fingers punching
Wheat and yeast forming
Moist lips dusted with leaven
Sighing groaning sweating dainty
‘Oh God in Heaven!’
How you work the pastry
Exhausted, step aside
Rest now woman
And witness it rise
Then put it in your oven
BREAD
Knead the dough
Please, more flour
Before your roll
Endless attending
Carefully administering
Exerting bosom heaving
Keeping it pliable
Wet intermediately
Moisten malleable
I molds more easily
A gentle ponding
Carefully dominating
Fingers punching
Wheat and yeast forming
Moist lips dusted with leaven
Sighing groaning sweating dainty
‘Oh God in Heaven!’
How you work the pastry
Exhausted, step aside
Rest now woman
And witness it rise
Then put it in your oven
Orgasmic Nurse
I stand beside you washing your body
Feeling the desire of your blood pressure
Your fingers inside my warmth as it increases steadily.
Knowing your fever is going up, no help from the meds
Your swollen member hard and erect in my hand
As I glide the thermometer across your forehead.
The heat draws me to you
As I continue to monitor your pulse
Oh my, your nakedness has me not knowing what to do!
I lean to kiss you, the heat of your mouth burning me
My breast tantalizing your chest
As I lower my stethoscope to read your BP.
The doctor comes in to get the result
Of course, he need not know that our orgasms created such wetness
All over the sheets, my fault!
Feeling the desire of your blood pressure
Your fingers inside my warmth as it increases steadily.
Knowing your fever is going up, no help from the meds
Your swollen member hard and erect in my hand
As I glide the thermometer across your forehead.
The heat draws me to you
As I continue to monitor your pulse
Oh my, your nakedness has me not knowing what to do!
I lean to kiss you, the heat of your mouth burning me
My breast tantalizing your chest
As I lower my stethoscope to read your BP.
The doctor comes in to get the result
Of course, he need not know that our orgasms created such wetness
All over the sheets, my fault!
Written by QuinnARichardson
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Thank you, calamitygin, StarliteStarfright, todski28, Snugglebuck, and QuinnARichardson for starting off this competition with your creative erotic entries!
To encourage further participation, I have "tweaked" the competition's instruction just a little to "broaden" the panel of creativity. Because there are no limits to the number of entries allowed, I figured there would be no harm in "tweaking" the competition (just a little) even as the competition has already begun:
Choose ONE occupational field/career and create an EROTIC poem using key-terms/words surrounding that particular field. You may choose to write a “double-meaning” poem, but just be creative and make your erotic poem career-based.
General Rules have not changed:
-No line limit but not TOO lengthy
-Unlimited entries but ONE Erotic Career per entry.
ANOTHER SAMPLE:
Erotic Mechanic
GREASE me, Pep Boy; Change my OIL
Let me GREASE you ‘til we’re soiled.
Lift my HOOD…STRIP off my TOP
Do pass GO and don’t you STOP
Fill my TANK until it is FULL
Tonight I need your AUTO TOOLS.
DRIVE me wild; change my GEAR
Use my body as you STEER.
Moving in and Moving Out
Hear me SCREECHING all about
Feel me CLUTCH as I pull you in
Take me for a little SPIN
SPARK my PLUGS with your STANDARD STICK
Show me all your little tricks.
RUN your hands and kiss my BODY
Feel my curves; make me a hobby.
I feel you JUMPSTART my IGNITION
With the RELEASE of your EMISSION
Your EXHAUST PIPE needs transition
I’ll climb your top to change TRANSMISSION.
Tonight, my Love, we’re cruising AUTO
Until both our ENGINES COMBUST a “BRAVO...”🚗
Ready? Pen up...point down....Spill that ink here....:)
To encourage further participation, I have "tweaked" the competition's instruction just a little to "broaden" the panel of creativity. Because there are no limits to the number of entries allowed, I figured there would be no harm in "tweaking" the competition (just a little) even as the competition has already begun:
Choose ONE occupational field/career and create an EROTIC poem using key-terms/words surrounding that particular field. You may choose to write a “double-meaning” poem, but just be creative and make your erotic poem career-based.
General Rules have not changed:
-No line limit but not TOO lengthy
-Unlimited entries but ONE Erotic Career per entry.
ANOTHER SAMPLE:
Erotic Mechanic
GREASE me, Pep Boy; Change my OIL
Let me GREASE you ‘til we’re soiled.
Lift my HOOD…STRIP off my TOP
Do pass GO and don’t you STOP
Fill my TANK until it is FULL
Tonight I need your AUTO TOOLS.
DRIVE me wild; change my GEAR
Use my body as you STEER.
Moving in and Moving Out
Hear me SCREECHING all about
Feel me CLUTCH as I pull you in
Take me for a little SPIN
SPARK my PLUGS with your STANDARD STICK
Show me all your little tricks.
RUN your hands and kiss my BODY
Feel my curves; make me a hobby.
I feel you JUMPSTART my IGNITION
With the RELEASE of your EMISSION
Your EXHAUST PIPE needs transition
I’ll climb your top to change TRANSMISSION.
Tonight, my Love, we’re cruising AUTO
Until both our ENGINES COMBUST a “BRAVO...”🚗
Ready? Pen up...point down....Spill that ink here....:)
Erotic Psychiatrist
I welcome men into my room
When they seek advice
We discuss the service they require
And agree on the price
They settle on my office couch
And open up to me
Often exposing a weak point
They're wanting me to see
I light upon the troubled part
Exploring it further;
I massage the source of anguish,
This can cause a murmer.
The climax of our encounter
Is when he has insight;
Together we've solved his problem,
And everything is right
The client has the satisfaction
The feeling is mutual.
Emotions are not allowed
The transaction, neutral.
I welcome men into my room
When they seek advice
We discuss the service they require
And agree on the price
They settle on my office couch
And open up to me
Often exposing a weak point
They're wanting me to see
I light upon the troubled part
Exploring it further;
I massage the source of anguish,
This can cause a murmer.
The climax of our encounter
Is when he has insight;
Together we've solved his problem,
And everything is right
The client has the satisfaction
The feeling is mutual.
Emotions are not allowed
The transaction, neutral.
In the Lot
I had never seen such fingering,
As I had witnessed on that day,
With such flawless control,
As they blew the crowd away.
It was so fast, loud and clean,
They executed with perfection,
Double and even triple tonguing,
Screaming with the right inflection.
The sound is so pleasant to the ear,
It reverberates to fans with enthusiasm,
And this is even before they hit the stage,
Because up close you can have an eargasm.
Horn lines warming up before a show,
It’s a teasing prelude that can’t be beat,
But then again to a band geek like me,
Watching drum corps live is quite a treat.
I had never seen such fingering,
As I had witnessed on that day,
With such flawless control,
As they blew the crowd away.
It was so fast, loud and clean,
They executed with perfection,
Double and even triple tonguing,
Screaming with the right inflection.
The sound is so pleasant to the ear,
It reverberates to fans with enthusiasm,
And this is even before they hit the stage,
Because up close you can have an eargasm.
Horn lines warming up before a show,
It’s a teasing prelude that can’t be beat,
But then again to a band geek like me,
Watching drum corps live is quite a treat.
SEX KITTEN & the GEEK
(between student & teacher)
She purrs and she slinks in circles
observing the fit of his clothes
as much in awe of he as the
bespectacled scholar is of she.
Their orbits intersect at odd angles,
compelling them to eye each other
with a distance-enhancing foreplay.
She curls round him to listen, more by
feeling his heat than to learn, yet his
words are more than she bargains for.
Taking in the scent she relays,
he tells of his programming tasks,
complying with curves of intent,
responding in kind to her signals:
I've added to what you might get,
changing all of the places I'd cast.
The parameter's a small structure,
the second being a pointer.
She blinks at him, looking askance;
Why yes sir, please, do tell me more.
He goes on: To an interface, extracting
messages without doing one receive call.
Her voice goes all breathy,
You don't really mean!
He nods, I do indeed, and I hope
I am clear, if I may continue, my dear.
She sucks on her tongue and smiles
at the blush on his cheeks,
We seem to have two separate issues;
the root cause, an iteration data-set
that exceeds a preset maximum string,
and that isn't the only thing.
You see, where the threads grasp the semaphore
thus enhancing their con-currences, whereupon
each of them enters a critical section.
The body of his comely guest is
writhing all over his station
while he tries to stay focused at best.
Excitement grows with each gasp that
escapes from her heaving chest.
Please tell me all that you know,
the font of your mind enraptures me so!
He licks his lips, his brain a-spin:
With your permission then,
if I may start again.
