Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd June 2012 6:31pm
WINNER
SupHomeboi
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Shh it's a secret ;)
Poetry Contest Description
Write about a secret fetish of yours... no rules,.. No secrets, is encouraged!!
There are no rules, you all have complete freedom to expres yourselves for who you are, there are no limits for your creativeness. No one will be judged. (: Please keep criticism and words of grace to PMs, we don't want clutter, it makes it harder for me to read all of your wonderous poems!!
The Bull
This visceral meeting was exactly what was needed
to refill the tanks
to refuel the ego
to re-feel the sweet disgrace
Then to put it back into its place
To get back that animal attack of instinct felt to be missing
Wet, glistening, spent from chasing hunger
The creature is returned to his bed of coarse hair matted with drying fluids
and moistened sheets of pouch-folded cotton
Now tucked away, its general mood is one of dissent
And descent from the heights once tasted
Pulsing with the heart beat of the guise of higher purpose
Satisfaction
The cognitive retraction of the little lies used to part the thighs
Force-feeding her his desires
Implied affection
The drive was directed
Here, this beast reclaims its reins from God
"None greater than I!"
They both scream at the sky in turn
Most likely him, then them, and surely, her
The probes are engaged beforehand
Or with hands
Thick fingers find the fissure
Coaxing out with rapid pressure
Subdual through a wide-eyed gasped reply
Crashing waves into sand-sculpture pride
In all that is left behind
Empty spaces chained to mind
Chaos theory butterflies riding storms in distant skies
Putting him within and her before him
Hot gliding friction
The red tendril trades with suction
Minora and Majora
Mingled with northern cousins come to visit
Pressed vacuum keeps nectar churning
Honey gathered venom of a serpent
Flesh searching for a warm and welcoming den
To burrow and come more to life again and again and again
Through this sacred opening
Each time the same
Arms wrapped
Fingers grasping
Hands gripping for some advantage
Muscles taut pulling bodies into contortion
Hot crystal beads
Bending light as they are forming
Along the contours of her canvas
And the shadows of her retractions
Astride this axis of exertion
Efforts pulling shores and mountains into torsion
Seeping gasps between teeth and a pleading in the eyes
Shattered, shaking body still gripping with her thighs
Natural gifts bestowed
This holiday has now come to a close
‘The Bull’ marches away
Her pride and dignity gored upon its horns
Sacrificed by the hierophants of both sides
As she lays in new humility
Fluid pools around her frame
Forming outlines like a crime scene
Where once there was a bird, a strutting phoenix lit aflame
With heated plumage born anew
Convulsing body
Dilated eyes
Soul escaping, exchanging, for what now is coming through
The Bull, he broke her spirit
She begged for more but he was already too far away to hear it
I just wish that could be me
To tame her
To break her
To rape her of her individuality
To wake her from her dream in which she is greater than me
Well if I cannot be the master that she needs
I will invite The Bull back
To drag her to her knees
This visceral meeting was exactly what was needed
to refill the tanks
to refuel the ego
to re-feel the sweet disgrace
Then to put it back into its place
To get back that animal attack of instinct felt to be missing
Wet, glistening, spent from chasing hunger
The creature is returned to his bed of coarse hair matted with drying fluids
and moistened sheets of pouch-folded cotton
Now tucked away, its general mood is one of dissent
And descent from the heights once tasted
Pulsing with the heart beat of the guise of higher purpose
Satisfaction
The cognitive retraction of the little lies used to part the thighs
Force-feeding her his desires
Implied affection
The drive was directed
Here, this beast reclaims its reins from God
"None greater than I!"
They both scream at the sky in turn
Most likely him, then them, and surely, her
The probes are engaged beforehand
Or with hands
Thick fingers find the fissure
Coaxing out with rapid pressure
Subdual through a wide-eyed gasped reply
Crashing waves into sand-sculpture pride
In all that is left behind
Empty spaces chained to mind
Chaos theory butterflies riding storms in distant skies
Putting him within and her before him
Hot gliding friction
The red tendril trades with suction
Minora and Majora
Mingled with northern cousins come to visit
Pressed vacuum keeps nectar churning
Honey gathered venom of a serpent
Flesh searching for a warm and welcoming den
To burrow and come more to life again and again and again
Through this sacred opening
Each time the same
Arms wrapped
Fingers grasping
Hands gripping for some advantage
Muscles taut pulling bodies into contortion
Hot crystal beads
Bending light as they are forming
Along the contours of her canvas
And the shadows of her retractions
Astride this axis of exertion
Efforts pulling shores and mountains into torsion
Seeping gasps between teeth and a pleading in the eyes
Shattered, shaking body still gripping with her thighs
Natural gifts bestowed
This holiday has now come to a close
‘The Bull’ marches away
Her pride and dignity gored upon its horns
Sacrificed by the hierophants of both sides
As she lays in new humility
Fluid pools around her frame
Forming outlines like a crime scene
Where once there was a bird, a strutting phoenix lit aflame
With heated plumage born anew
Convulsing body
Dilated eyes
Soul escaping, exchanging, for what now is coming through
The Bull, he broke her spirit
She begged for more but he was already too far away to hear it
I just wish that could be me
To tame her
To break her
To rape her of her individuality
To wake her from her dream in which she is greater than me
Well if I cannot be the master that she needs
I will invite The Bull back
To drag her to her knees
Pleasure's Abode
He knows what it is, my guilty need,
That thing that will send me to that secret pleasure’s abode.
His hands are so strong, his grip is always firm,
He waits until that point to turn firm to a severe hold.
The tension builds up, the pressure fills my head,
Each breath is now more difficult, but well deserved.
My hands on his as he locks his grasp,
My nails dig into his skin to keep this power preserved.
He knows the feeling that’s coming, he’s seen it before,
More intense than any other I’ve known.
That thick flow travels slower, the impact is as strong as his hands,
I get weak; his work is now being shown.
He can see it’s time to slightly release his grip,
I get air back, I smile……………….
He knows what it is, my guilty need,
That thing that will send me to that secret pleasure’s abode.
His hands are so strong, his grip is always firm,
He waits until that point to turn firm to a severe hold.
The tension builds up, the pressure fills my head,
Each breath is now more difficult, but well deserved.
My hands on his as he locks his grasp,
My nails dig into his skin to keep this power preserved.
He knows the feeling that’s coming, he’s seen it before,
More intense than any other I’ve known.
That thick flow travels slower, the impact is as strong as his hands,
I get weak; his work is now being shown.
He can see it’s time to slightly release his grip,
I get air back, I smile……………….
-<{( Wanton Love )}>-
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
Undercover Underwear
Make sure no one is around
Check!
Pull the shades and the curtains down
Check!
Open my brand new pack of underwear
Check!
Slip them on and let down my hair
Double check!
Ready to dance around like a freak
In front of the mirror admiring my physique
It's rather unique
I love my technique
My obssession with this fetish
Hasn't yet reached its peak
I have yet to try on lace panties and silk lingerie
If it was up to me I'll parade around all day
In my best kept secret
Most would consider indecent
Behind closed doors
I'm my own kind of whore
Why stop at panties? I should get a corset
I've always wanted a hourglass silhouette
I never told anyone
Please don't make fun
I envy anyone with a waistline
Smaller than mine
But in due time
I will own a pair
Of pink lace panties and let down my hair
But until then my desire is hidden
The sweetest taboo even sexier when it's forbidden
Make sure no one is around
Check!
Pull the shades and the curtains down
Check!
Open my brand new pack of underwear
Check!
Slip them on and let down my hair
Double check!
Ready to dance around like a freak
In front of the mirror admiring my physique
It's rather unique
I love my technique
My obssession with this fetish
Hasn't yet reached its peak
I have yet to try on lace panties and silk lingerie
If it was up to me I'll parade around all day
In my best kept secret
Most would consider indecent
Behind closed doors
I'm my own kind of whore
Why stop at panties? I should get a corset
I've always wanted a hourglass silhouette
I never told anyone
Please don't make fun
I envy anyone with a waistline
Smaller than mine
But in due time
I will own a pair
Of pink lace panties and let down my hair
But until then my desire is hidden
The sweetest taboo even sexier when it's forbidden
Slowly lacing up my leather boots, as I watch you sweat in the heat, exhausted from the torture I have just relieved you from. Your chest pumping endorphins as you hang from up above…the speaker amplifying your heart beat like the drums in my favorite song…relief is what you feel as I run the cold ice on your hot skin, feeling every drip as it runs cold down your back and turn hot from your heat as it hits the cement floor. I welcome you to my dungeon…
You are enjoying this though you can’t see through the blindfold, anticipation, fear, and carnal lust is what you want and I am to deliver.
Splash upon your face is ice cold water…you are awake and aware what is here…you have now become to fear…
Hard as a rock, excited, to be taken against your will, but it is not the body I want…it is the soul I crave….
You are enjoying this though you can’t see through the blindfold, anticipation, fear, and carnal lust is what you want and I am to deliver.
Splash upon your face is ice cold water…you are awake and aware what is here…you have now become to fear…
Hard as a rock, excited, to be taken against your will, but it is not the body I want…it is the soul I crave….
lost in the passion
knowing how she likes the pain of being bitten
i give her her desire
but the nip was a little to hard
a scarlet bead appears
i look at it and am lost in the color
she knows its there
and tells me to stop the bleeding
and i do
as I wrap mY mouth around her neck and suck as a infant at breast
she falls into as state of ecstasy
and now her body is riddled with marks of where i partook of the saltiest of her nectar
knowing how she likes the pain of being bitten
i give her her desire
but the nip was a little to hard
a scarlet bead appears
i look at it and am lost in the color
she knows its there
and tells me to stop the bleeding
and i do
as I wrap mY mouth around her neck and suck as a infant at breast
she falls into as state of ecstasy
and now her body is riddled with marks of where i partook of the saltiest of her nectar
