Poetry competition CLOSED 27th July 2021 11:14am
WINNER
brokentitanium (k.)
brokentitanium (k.)
RUNNERS-UP:
Razzerleaf
and _feral
Classy erotica
Poetry Contest Description
Classy, short erotica.
Let’s be honest… the erotica section here kinda has me pulling my eyelids up over my head and wishing for death…
So this comp is all about stripping it back. Classy, short erotica. Push yourself. Step away from the ten-a-penny pump n’ dump box.
I am looking for imagery. I am looking for depth of feeling. I am looking for people who make every word count. I am not looking for Jake & Susie’s midnight bunk against the nightclub wall.
This comp shouldn’t need an EC warning slapped on it, due to the rules outlined below:
Rules
• You may not use any body part in your poem. Any part of the body at all. You may not use a body part as part of another term ie/ eye-roll, headache, skin-full etc
• You may not use any slang word to describe sexual activity or the act of sex.
• You may not use swearing.
• You are safe to express yourself here regardless of your personal sexual identity.
• Poem should be no longer than 50 words. Title doesn’t count as part of the count.
• No visual / audio / video
• Entries must be new
• You are allowed up to 3 entries per human.
• Any questions, hit me up.
So this comp is all about stripping it back. Classy, short erotica. Push yourself. Step away from the ten-a-penny pump n’ dump box.
I am looking for imagery. I am looking for depth of feeling. I am looking for people who make every word count. I am not looking for Jake & Susie’s midnight bunk against the nightclub wall.
This comp shouldn’t need an EC warning slapped on it, due to the rules outlined below:
Rules
• You may not use any body part in your poem. Any part of the body at all. You may not use a body part as part of another term ie/ eye-roll, headache, skin-full etc
• You may not use any slang word to describe sexual activity or the act of sex.
• You may not use swearing.
• You are safe to express yourself here regardless of your personal sexual identity.
• Poem should be no longer than 50 words. Title doesn’t count as part of the count.
• No visual / audio / video
• Entries must be new
• You are allowed up to 3 entries per human.
• Any questions, hit me up.
R
A rose with petals of titanium
Her bloody thorns tiny daggers
ripped my flesh, elevated me
I kneel, and know she is my love
Her bloody thorns tiny daggers
ripped my flesh, elevated me
I kneel, and know she is my love
Written by inechoingsilence
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First Time to Her Apartment
"I'd like to kiss someone who's not my mom"
You laughed, smiled, played along
To her room of fascination
Conjuring up imagination
We started writing verses
Our best with erotic curses
You loved changes in direction
Responded with inflection
The verses, two souls blending
We never wrote an ending
Written by Mastersensation
(Pent)
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Her shades by candle light
Flicker set, upon her milk white form
diaphanous her curves
stanchion of passions rise
embraced, in privacy of bliss
Consuming all, with abandoned cries
the crescendo, played, emotions harps
willing strings to tease
ejaculation's fireworks of night
The Orient Express in opulence,
journey till its brought to rest
diaphanous her curves
stanchion of passions rise
embraced, in privacy of bliss
Consuming all, with abandoned cries
the crescendo, played, emotions harps
willing strings to tease
ejaculation's fireworks of night
The Orient Express in opulence,
journey till its brought to rest
Written by slipalong
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Thank you for your entries Dine_with_69, InEchoingSilence, and mastersensation.
Slipalong - lips, tongues and fingers are all parts of the body and therefore doesn’t meet the criteria set out in the rules. If you would like to amend it. 😊
Slipalong - lips, tongues and fingers are all parts of the body and therefore doesn’t meet the criteria set out in the rules. If you would like to amend it. 😊
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Haunting capricious shadow,
we fall through the dark weave
of our fire side,
intoxicated by plump aromas
smeared as a balm
that tasted of our trembles.
Each ripe movement devoured
by a hunger born in its truest form
where primitive scent
is tongue traced,
pressed beneath the weight
of the underworld.
we fall through the dark weave
of our fire side,
intoxicated by plump aromas
smeared as a balm
that tasted of our trembles.
Each ripe movement devoured
by a hunger born in its truest form
where primitive scent
is tongue traced,
pressed beneath the weight
of the underworld.
Written by Razzerleaf
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ROSE
this pink rose,
its petals
gaped full
and fragrant
this soft terrain
mined for fire
this honey
as though from a well
deep as heaven
this salty wine
my pleasure
and yours
its petals
gaped full
and fragrant
this soft terrain
mined for fire
this honey
as though from a well
deep as heaven
this salty wine
my pleasure
and yours
Written by javalini
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