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Erotica (without the mess)

Lazy_Dead
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
Fire of Insight
United States
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Oh I am so excited to follow this....

Jermainesplain
Jermainesplain
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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This Crayon

This jumbo sized crayon
Does many impressive things
If you take off itís wrapping
You can make this crayon sing

By sing I mean this crayon
Harbors special mayonnaise
Most anyone can try it
Itís not picky nowadays

It likes to color everywhere
All over hotel walls
Itís often seen just hanging out
With a couple tennis balls

It hangs out in the evenings
And in public swimming pools
But it canít hang out within 1000 feet
Of elementary schools
Written by Jermainesplain
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Jermainesplain
Jermainesplain
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Erotica Sans Mess

I saw her wearing that *revealing attire* and desperately felt my *direct reference to an erection*

When I closed my eyes I imagined we were *long poetic diatribe outlining various positions of coitus, probably also involving an array of makeshift lubricants*

She screamed *expletive, expletive, my name, expletive inappropriate reference to God expletive*

Finally it was too much and I knew I had to make my Dream a reality.

I approached her in the coffee shop I knew she went to every Thursday, as I had been tracking her movements.

I said, ďHey baby... how about we *what would typically follow here is something so unbelievably sexy that its omission is necessary for all readers attempting to approach this work from an unclouded and unbiased perspective. My words have been known to be weapons and this would have been one for the books. Undoubtedly, the readers at home would have been overcome with new and strange emotions- men and women would leave their wives and husbands. No, yíall ainít ready to read precisely what I said to this girl*,Ē

She replied, ďsureĒ

Back at my place I put on some *albums clearly intended to set the mood*

I asked if she wanted some *alcohol*

She said, ď*expletive* yeahĒ

When she wasnít looking, I slipped a *drug sometimes used to incapacitate someone* into her *alcohol*

She slowly drifted off to sleep

I proceeded to *expletive expletive, makeshift lubricants and cowboy hats, video camera, ball gag, machines from
Wish.com*

She didnít mind at all when she woke up. I had read her right. This girl was a *slang term for adventurous and tenacious female*

I seized the day, Carpe Diem. Someone like this doesnít come along every day. I worked up the nerve and I asked her. She smiled and nodded yes

Thatís how I got my first Blumkin
Written by Jermainesplain
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DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
Fire of Insight
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Cataclysm

 

The agonizing silence  
between each pulse is where  
inclination blooms.  

Energy, sparking between us:  
dangerous and wild,  
ungrounded voltage  
unwilling to find safety.  

We are electric ó  
blue and green flashes  
singe tingling, forked lightning.  
We are stars falling,  
hurtling towards a shared  
hemisphere. †  

The silence  
imperceptible,  
deep breath before †
the plunge.  

I am malleable, warm copper  
completing circuits, conducting  
wave after wave of †
alternating current. †
  
And we settle,  
like embers drifting  
after an explosion.  
Elegant and  
terrifying.
Written by DaisyGrace
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ValerieCD92
ValerieCD92
Valerie Seedy
Lost Thinker
United States
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Erotica Without the Mess

It's Friday night, about to go out
Lets get that bottle, with the little orange spout
Twist back and forth and insert it slow
Feel the water fill my guts, in 3 minutes I'll blow

I bend over and crouch, pull my knees to my chest
Johnny told me, my butt smells the best
I keep it clean and wash it out right
Maybe one day he'll pop the question, and make me his wife

He took me to dinner, had my ass for dessert
I bent over the armoire, didn't get anything on my skirt
Anal sex is my favorite, it makes me feel blessed
If you wash your intestines, you won't make a mess.

And he'll usually want to sleep over afterwards.
Written by ValerieCD92 (Valerie Seedy)
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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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Guys.

Iíll repeat for the third time the following rule.

You may not use body parts or direct references to sex.

Any entries breaking that rule will be disqualified.

Thank you.

DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
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Miss_Sub said:Guys.

Iíll repeat for the third time the following rule.

You may not use body parts or direct references to sex.

Any entries breaking that rule will be disqualified.

Thank you.


Say it again for those in the back!

Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
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DaisyGrace said:

Say it again for those in the back!


Donít tempt me. I have a big mouth and Iím not afraid to use it.

DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
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Miss_Sub said:

Donít tempt me. I have a big mouth and Iím not afraid to use it.


I mean....what constitutes tempting?

Iíll stop clogging up the thread now! Lol

Noble_Incubus
Noble_Incubus
Lost Thinker
Australia
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Cheap Motel (competition entry)

Cheap Motel

Itís around midnight, and Iím half asleep,
So quiet, so calm, not a single peep,
When through the walls, cheap, paper thin,
I hear muffled sounds, of giggling.

Then a new soundtrack begins,
To steady rhythm of creaking springs,
Soft melody of throaty moans,
Overlaid with breathy tones.

Volume up, tempo builds,
Soon my entire world is filled,
On every side and all around,
With moaning, creaking, thumping sounds.

Then to end their crazy game,
Each screams the other personís name,
The crescendo is cast, itís done, itís spilled,
Again, at last, the night is still.

So quiet, so calm, not a single peep,
Half past midnight, weíre all sound asleep.
Written by Noble_Incubus
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Soft_lilac
Soft_lilac
Fire of Insight
United States
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Tour de Force

The Sword was crafted
Blazed, Polished, Molded

Not by any Artisan
But by a Master

As it went in
Tears came quickly

Twisted deep
Not just in her Ocean

But in her Soul
And in his

Twinge and Elation
Welded in the Moment

By the Intensity
Set in Motion

Yin and Yang
On the beat

Tour de Force
Undeniably
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Austin_Flank
Austin_Flank
Austin Flank
Lost Thinker
United States
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Garden of Disease

Dolls and ballet dancers
Childrenís songs and primary colors
Everything under the sun
In the garden of disease

Once roses grew here
But leaves wilt
And fall to the Earth
Sullen, alone
Like me

The thorn in my planterís thumb
She was the only one
For me
Candice, my Candice
Come home please
Written by Austin_Flank (Austin Flank)
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wallyroo92
wallyroo92
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Pearl and I

Pearl and I had a relationship that could be described
As extraordinary
But me and my drum go back like old school chums
Itís kind ofÖ.legendary
 
I was a keen fifteen-year-old looking to fulfill a role
And I found it in a snare Iíd care for as if it were a myth
At first, she felt kind of heavy, but I knew I was ready
Pearl was the best drum in the world to perform with
 
I learned my strokes from the folks who played her before
But Pearl would hurl me into long and extensive sessions
Iíd twirl my sticks and try different tricks so very diverse
Iíd rehearse so hard and be focused it was an obsession
 
With each rudiment I learnt it meant something rousing
The girls admired us in our Pearls as the section got cleaner
Sometimes when the drumline went home Iíd stay behind
Banging away until the cops came for a ďmisdemeanorĒ
 
Yet there I was, perfecting combinations of flams and diddles
Getting the grip right, not too loose nor too tight but just fine
Every rim shot I got was loud and taut it would pop my ears
Iíd reach new tiers to then teach them to the rest of the line
 
Sometimes Pearl and I would be alone in the practice room
Iíd clean the shell and chrome then comb over her batter head
Iíd check the hoops, the butt side strainer and the tension rods
Fine tuning the snare to bear the long performances ahead
 
The last time I played her was a day before my graduation
Sheíd be a new kidís instrument, it was just the rule of thumb
As the graduating drum major I would be conducting the band
And thatís the story of Pearl and I, of me and my drum
Written by wallyroo92
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AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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United Kingdom
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On My Senses

Her taste
The most exotic of all
Like melting dark chocolate
Smooth bitter sweet
Perfection on my senses
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summultima
summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India
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Astringencies & Anchovies... †Of Midnight~ Alchemy

     
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Written by summultima (uma)
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