Poetry competition CLOSED 30th April 2012 2:21pm
WINNER
beautiful_accident
beautiful_accident
Violent Erotica
Okay, now that I've got time to say it properly... picking a winner wasn't easy, I enjoyed most of what I found here. I didn't add any runner-up's due as this comp wasn't aimed at drawing a lot of entrants. Had there been more entrant/entries I would have added runner-up's.
Beautiful Accident best expressed what I was looking for. Missy and Devilish... both you poems left me slightly disturbed. Kriticool and Milkyway, great entries. Diddi, your entry made me laugh, and Kitty, I do believe your poem would be more suited as a dark poem. So thanks again to everyone that entered. Much appreciated.
Beautiful Accident best expressed what I was looking for. Missy and Devilish... both you poems left me slightly disturbed. Kriticool and Milkyway, great entries. Diddi, your entry made me laugh, and Kitty, I do believe your poem would be more suited as a dark poem. So thanks again to everyone that entered. Much appreciated.
kriticool said:Inspired by D. Jordan's "what the FUCKman" thread
::Sashay::
her nose turned up
with lips
on my cup
hours chasing what’s up
words again form
just to inform
a half cry asking why
“Sashay, Sashay, why you not give it to us…give us all you got?”
and it’s so hot
we taste the salt of her sweat
and her wetness
it is like oil, oil,
& more oil
burning
and it’s running everywhere
the slickness
tuned in
& turned onto our
sickness
we love this
the clicks of timeless ticks
the ones
within this
making sense for what’s tense
and it’s right
angled just right
there where the pain
where it starts & completes
where the first, then the second
the all on one
competes
the bites; indiscreet
where fear
on the edge of flight
it bears down
straight
through to the crevice
above us; then
to the other side of us
palm print on mattress
a slow fading
she-we live for the degrading
only to fall
then rise
again
the smack down
with the
gyro of her rotating
an active engaging; she’s baiting
it’s more of the same
bestowing of that same fear
getting smacked
around
only to be kissed
the lust of a tightened fist
our twist
the scream of
not enough
to see
in this light it can only be
the dim-lit
light of what we
want her to
be
My thread inspired a poem? I feel so loved
::Sashay::
her nose turned up
with lips
on my cup
hours chasing what’s up
words again form
just to inform
a half cry asking why
“Sashay, Sashay, why you not give it to us…give us all you got?”
and it’s so hot
we taste the salt of her sweat
and her wetness
it is like oil, oil,
& more oil
burning
and it’s running everywhere
the slickness
tuned in
& turned onto our
sickness
we love this
the clicks of timeless ticks
the ones
within this
making sense for what’s tense
and it’s right
angled just right
there where the pain
where it starts & completes
where the first, then the second
the all on one
competes
the bites; indiscreet
where fear
on the edge of flight
it bears down
straight
through to the crevice
above us; then
to the other side of us
palm print on mattress
a slow fading
she-we live for the degrading
only to fall
then rise
again
the smack down
with the
gyro of her rotating
an active engaging; she’s baiting
it’s more of the same
bestowing of that same fear
getting smacked
around
only to be kissed
the lust of a tightened fist
our twist
the scream of
not enough
to see
in this light it can only be
the dim-lit
light of what we
want her to
be
My thread inspired a poem? I feel so loved
