Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd October 2012 1:15am
WINNER
LeColonel
LeColonel
RUNNERS-UP:
Atropabelladonna
and runningturtle87
SEDUCTION
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
SEDUCING YOUR DUP SECRET CRUSH
Rules
1. you have a DUP secret crush - DO NOT GIVE AWAY THEIR IDENTITY
2. you have a chance at seducing....not raping...seducing them
3. how would you do it?
3 poems per person 1 new and 2 old
any type of poetry
any length of poetry
Google "seduction" for ideas
SEDUCTION
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seduction
In social science, seduction is the process of deliberately enticing a person to engage in sexual behaviour. The word seduction stems from Latin and means literally "to lead astray". As a result, the term may have a positive or negative connotation. Famous seducers from history or legend include Lilith, Giacomo Casanova and the character Don Juan.[1]
Seduction, seen negatively, involves temptation and enticement, often sexual in nature, to lead someone astray into a behavioral choice they would not have made if they were not in a state of sexual arousal. Seen positively, seduction is a synonym for the act of charming someone — male or female — by an appeal to the senses, often with the goal of reducing unfounded fears and leading to their "sexual emancipation".[citation needed] Some sides in contemporary academic debate state that the morality of seduction depends on the long-term impacts on the individuals concerned, rather than the act itself, and may not necessarily carry the negative connotations expressed in dictionary definitions.[2]
1. you have a DUP secret crush - DO NOT GIVE AWAY THEIR IDENTITY
2. you have a chance at seducing....not raping...seducing them
3. how would you do it?
3 poems per person 1 new and 2 old
any type of poetry
any length of poetry
Google "seduction" for ideas
SEDUCTION
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seduction
In social science, seduction is the process of deliberately enticing a person to engage in sexual behaviour. The word seduction stems from Latin and means literally "to lead astray". As a result, the term may have a positive or negative connotation. Famous seducers from history or legend include Lilith, Giacomo Casanova and the character Don Juan.[1]
Seduction, seen negatively, involves temptation and enticement, often sexual in nature, to lead someone astray into a behavioral choice they would not have made if they were not in a state of sexual arousal. Seen positively, seduction is a synonym for the act of charming someone — male or female — by an appeal to the senses, often with the goal of reducing unfounded fears and leading to their "sexual emancipation".[citation needed] Some sides in contemporary academic debate state that the morality of seduction depends on the long-term impacts on the individuals concerned, rather than the act itself, and may not necessarily carry the negative connotations expressed in dictionary definitions.[2]
Anonymous
CASANOVA INITIATED ME / VENICE
Casanova initiated me into the art of love
I was but a child of 10, but used to being with men
Deflowered at 9, I was still learning the erotic arts
He taught me how to wash myself and my lover
To use fragrant oils, to massage, to suck,
How to please a man's organs
The positions for conjugal relations
How to keep my lovers attention
How to give him a potion to make him hard
How to protect myself from the pox and pregnancy
He taught me to love my body
To take care of it well
After initiation....I had a test
An older libertine, wealthy, from a great Venetian Family
I was to seduce him and show him my arts
Casanova would watch and give me my marks
The gentleman arrived and I bowed low
Served him a special meal
The foods and drinks were filled with aphrodisiacs
Fed him only enough, too much interferes with a man's powers
Took him to the salon, engaged him in conversation
While he took advantage of the situation
I sat next to him as he unraveled my layers of clothing
Exposing my breasts, firm, white and powdered
Then his hands went underneath my gown of silk
To find only petticoats between him and my mound of venus
His fingers found their place and I opened my thighs
Soon his hands were covered with my liquid essence
He licked his hand and sighed "A young woman is so delicious -
My wife was like that when she was 16....God Rest her Soul
"Would you like to lie down Sire?" I asked quietly
Led him to the majestic bedroom and helped him undress
Next to the bed...a washcloth, scented water and rose oil
I sucked my libertine gently and he rose to the occasion
Delirious with happiness, he asked me to undress
I stripped as Casanova had shown me
And no sooner that I was nude, the libertine was in me
Pumping away furiously, while I simulated great pleasure
As Casanova watched, in the corner, behind the brocade
The libertine finished faster than a young man
But I sighed so perfectly, told him he was a wonderful lover
How I desired him; the libertine saw that I was a quick study
Shouted to Casanova..."She is worth a lot of money"
Posted in DUP on or around Jan. 21, 2012
by Kitty/Somelikeithot
Casanova initiated me into the art of love
I was but a child of 10, but used to being with men
Deflowered at 9, I was still learning the erotic arts
He taught me how to wash myself and my lover
To use fragrant oils, to massage, to suck,
How to please a man's organs
The positions for conjugal relations
How to keep my lovers attention
How to give him a potion to make him hard
How to protect myself from the pox and pregnancy
He taught me to love my body
To take care of it well
After initiation....I had a test
An older libertine, wealthy, from a great Venetian Family
I was to seduce him and show him my arts
Casanova would watch and give me my marks
The gentleman arrived and I bowed low
Served him a special meal
The foods and drinks were filled with aphrodisiacs
Fed him only enough, too much interferes with a man's powers
Took him to the salon, engaged him in conversation
While he took advantage of the situation
I sat next to him as he unraveled my layers of clothing
Exposing my breasts, firm, white and powdered
Then his hands went underneath my gown of silk
To find only petticoats between him and my mound of venus
His fingers found their place and I opened my thighs
Soon his hands were covered with my liquid essence
He licked his hand and sighed "A young woman is so delicious -
My wife was like that when she was 16....God Rest her Soul
"Would you like to lie down Sire?" I asked quietly
Led him to the majestic bedroom and helped him undress
Next to the bed...a washcloth, scented water and rose oil
I sucked my libertine gently and he rose to the occasion
Delirious with happiness, he asked me to undress
I stripped as Casanova had shown me
And no sooner that I was nude, the libertine was in me
Pumping away furiously, while I simulated great pleasure
As Casanova watched, in the corner, behind the brocade
The libertine finished faster than a young man
But I sighed so perfectly, told him he was a wonderful lover
How I desired him; the libertine saw that I was a quick study
Shouted to Casanova..."She is worth a lot of money"
Posted in DUP on or around Jan. 21, 2012
by Kitty/Somelikeithot
A Libertine Seduction
The goal tonight, my quest's end, for you to be absolutely submissive
Seducing you to join me in my dark, delicious world
You wait for me blindfolded, so innocent, nervous
Sitting on your hands, a taste of helplessness, symbolic
A soft candle fills the quiet room with lavender
Radiating warmth, a gentle crackling fire relaxes
My deft fingers thru your long hair, over and over again
Then seemlessly replaced by a brush, so soothing
While I groom you, I recite, a poem written just for you
My words husky, tickling your ear, making the hairs stand up on your neck
When I finish, you start to speak, ruin the mood
My warm hand clamps over your lips, erotic astonishment
"Speak only when spoken to", my reply, lips uncovered
My domination is clear, a tad chauvinistic, but ever so loving
You feel my nose brush your nape, then my lips nibble
Chills and goosebumps up and down, dew spreads, swollen buds
I kiss your lips, you respond, dare I say virginally
Like this was your first kiss, perhaps, never before like this
Carefully, I remove your left hand, the handcuff tightens
One more time, your hands locked securely behind you
"Do you know your safe word?" I inquire, your head nods
Then you tremble, reply, "Tulips", licking your dry lips
Teetering you stand, your clothes snipped loose, tossed in a pile on the floor
Shoulders squared, thighs spread, head lowered in total submission, the prize is mine
The goal tonight, my quest's end, for you to be absolutely submissive
Seducing you to join me in my dark, delicious world
You wait for me blindfolded, so innocent, nervous
Sitting on your hands, a taste of helplessness, symbolic
A soft candle fills the quiet room with lavender
Radiating warmth, a gentle crackling fire relaxes
My deft fingers thru your long hair, over and over again
Then seemlessly replaced by a brush, so soothing
While I groom you, I recite, a poem written just for you
My words husky, tickling your ear, making the hairs stand up on your neck
When I finish, you start to speak, ruin the mood
My warm hand clamps over your lips, erotic astonishment
"Speak only when spoken to", my reply, lips uncovered
My domination is clear, a tad chauvinistic, but ever so loving
You feel my nose brush your nape, then my lips nibble
Chills and goosebumps up and down, dew spreads, swollen buds
I kiss your lips, you respond, dare I say virginally
Like this was your first kiss, perhaps, never before like this
Carefully, I remove your left hand, the handcuff tightens
One more time, your hands locked securely behind you
"Do you know your safe word?" I inquire, your head nods
Then you tremble, reply, "Tulips", licking your dry lips
Teetering you stand, your clothes snipped loose, tossed in a pile on the floor
Shoulders squared, thighs spread, head lowered in total submission, the prize is mine
Seducing you
I come to you with open arms
My sarong all undone
Perched on pert breasts
It clings, the soft pario…
Against the flickering light
I come to you
As lithe as sprites floating
In the night
I see your shadow on bamboo walls
And I see mine immersed in yours
United they are, becoming one
As I touch you softly,
butterfly touches on your face
My lips on yours…
The breath it caresses
The air an inch away
My hands on hardness
My eyes gazing into your soul
My hands gently stroke
Your proudness
My lips descend on you
My lips in gentle tight kisses
Engulf your very core
Within your pulse beats
I fit the curves
To dove-tail within the soul
In explosions of ecstasy
To hear the waves
Become consuming roars
I hear the Hebraic Chants
Of unions in synagogues
And chants of frenzied shamans
in clearing in the woods.
I come to you with open arms
My sarong all undone
Perched on pert breasts
It clings, the soft pario…
Against the flickering light
I come to you
As lithe as sprites floating
In the night
I see your shadow on bamboo walls
And I see mine immersed in yours
United they are, becoming one
As I touch you softly,
butterfly touches on your face
My lips on yours…
The breath it caresses
The air an inch away
My hands on hardness
My eyes gazing into your soul
My hands gently stroke
Your proudness
My lips descend on you
My lips in gentle tight kisses
Engulf your very core
Within your pulse beats
I fit the curves
To dove-tail within the soul
In explosions of ecstasy
To hear the waves
Become consuming roars
I hear the Hebraic Chants
Of unions in synagogues
And chants of frenzied shamans
in clearing in the woods.
- Wild Hearts -
Dedicated to one of my DUP Crushes…
Oh, beautiful divine maiden, though thy past be dark…
I am smitten, with thee; and so, of my words now hark!
Looking into the door of thy mind, I have seen so much,
Of a longing as great as my own, and so I do say such…
Words as are whispered, by angels: to those who love.
Do not tell me all thy secrets, for I have many to keep…
Of my own; so let us think of desire and only of it drink!
Let thy eyes gaze into mine own, and do not once blink,
Until we each take the measure of the other and savor…
The best of what lies within, like the tastiest of flavor!
Thy lips beg to be savored as much as any fairer thing,
So let my tongue worship at its’ altar, blessings to bring.
The coming winter would be warmed by such mad joy,
As we could playfully discover, if we did swift employ…
The hunger within our souls, to the noblest end realized:
Fantasies fulfilled, beyond all imaginings more civilized!
I would sprinkle the petals of flowers at thy very toes…
As I massage thy feet with precious oils, I do suppose.
My hands to move with sweet ministrations on thy skin,
Until thou canst wait no longer for love’s sport to begin!
Our hearts can tell us what secrets they may, in silence.
All that I need to know is in thy lovely face’s brilliance!
Let us walk amongst the Sakura trees as in our dreams,
Stealing hot kisses from one another by placid streams.
My arms encircling thy waist, bringing thee closer still…
Who is seducing whom, and by what pleasing art’s skill?
Let me sweep thee into the darkness, of my embrace!
So long as I may be swept: into thy own darkest grace.
Let my fingers entwine in the tresses of thy lovely hair…
As other softness we know, beyond words to compare.
My hand upon thy thigh, soft and round, so welcoming!
In mine ears I hear thee sigh, as the magic is beckoning.
My breath quickens, and thou art the muse of a new art:
A sensual inspiration, which ensnared me from the start!
I will never judge thee; never condemn thy wildest soul,
For I love the wildness of it as you keep under control.
I would not see thee tamed, but rather I would entice…
The power of thy spirit with a promise: so rare and nice.
Promises of ecstasies the likes of which the elect above,
Cannot hope to match, and so I offer thee my very love!
Let slip that civilized exterior for a time as we give vent,
To the passions life makes us bury; let us grow content…
By sipping of the ambrosia of wet lips slick with longing.
We are so much alike in many ways, and so belonging…
To a breed apart, and make no mistake my darling one:
I am kindred to thy spirit, and thus let our will be done.
Pleasures beyond measure, and dreams like none other,
Which only the lustiest of means, may hope to uncover!
Love is not a game, but it is a pastime rare and comely,
Fit for gods and goddess, but best of all for I, and thee!
Thy poems have enchanted me so let my words weave,
A magic, all their own, in which thy spirit might believe!
The night shall enfold us, for it is the time made for this,
Most rare of sports: our sweet surrender unto true bliss.
So in our secret rendezvous, let us love and lust in full…
None need know, but us, the powers of passion’s pull!
Dedicated to one of my DUP Crushes…
Oh, beautiful divine maiden, though thy past be dark…
I am smitten, with thee; and so, of my words now hark!
Looking into the door of thy mind, I have seen so much,
Of a longing as great as my own, and so I do say such…
Words as are whispered, by angels: to those who love.
Do not tell me all thy secrets, for I have many to keep…
Of my own; so let us think of desire and only of it drink!
Let thy eyes gaze into mine own, and do not once blink,
Until we each take the measure of the other and savor…
The best of what lies within, like the tastiest of flavor!
Thy lips beg to be savored as much as any fairer thing,
So let my tongue worship at its’ altar, blessings to bring.
The coming winter would be warmed by such mad joy,
As we could playfully discover, if we did swift employ…
The hunger within our souls, to the noblest end realized:
Fantasies fulfilled, beyond all imaginings more civilized!
I would sprinkle the petals of flowers at thy very toes…
As I massage thy feet with precious oils, I do suppose.
My hands to move with sweet ministrations on thy skin,
Until thou canst wait no longer for love’s sport to begin!
Our hearts can tell us what secrets they may, in silence.
All that I need to know is in thy lovely face’s brilliance!
Let us walk amongst the Sakura trees as in our dreams,
Stealing hot kisses from one another by placid streams.
My arms encircling thy waist, bringing thee closer still…
Who is seducing whom, and by what pleasing art’s skill?
Let me sweep thee into the darkness, of my embrace!
So long as I may be swept: into thy own darkest grace.
Let my fingers entwine in the tresses of thy lovely hair…
As other softness we know, beyond words to compare.
My hand upon thy thigh, soft and round, so welcoming!
In mine ears I hear thee sigh, as the magic is beckoning.
My breath quickens, and thou art the muse of a new art:
A sensual inspiration, which ensnared me from the start!
I will never judge thee; never condemn thy wildest soul,
For I love the wildness of it as you keep under control.
I would not see thee tamed, but rather I would entice…
The power of thy spirit with a promise: so rare and nice.
Promises of ecstasies the likes of which the elect above,
Cannot hope to match, and so I offer thee my very love!
Let slip that civilized exterior for a time as we give vent,
To the passions life makes us bury; let us grow content…
By sipping of the ambrosia of wet lips slick with longing.
We are so much alike in many ways, and so belonging…
To a breed apart, and make no mistake my darling one:
I am kindred to thy spirit, and thus let our will be done.
Pleasures beyond measure, and dreams like none other,
Which only the lustiest of means, may hope to uncover!
Love is not a game, but it is a pastime rare and comely,
Fit for gods and goddess, but best of all for I, and thee!
Thy poems have enchanted me so let my words weave,
A magic, all their own, in which thy spirit might believe!
The night shall enfold us, for it is the time made for this,
Most rare of sports: our sweet surrender unto true bliss.
So in our secret rendezvous, let us love and lust in full…
None need know, but us, the powers of passion’s pull!
Anonymous
Jessic, Shady, Le Colonel, Grace: Thank you all for submitting your poems so quickly and for all going first....Amazing!
We Tend to Resist Each Other:
Hearts pounding and eyes gleaming,
Tears of fear and desperation fall from the pit of your eyes,
Times we wonder what were to happen if we could escape,
You know,
Get away from it all!
We often wonder why,
Why us?!
Separated by only a few street signs and street lights,
Come home,
And I will return as well,
Make it here and I swear,
I will make this pain and suffering worth it.
Tapping on my window and I can only imagine,
Imagine the sound of your voice as I walk up to it,
Picture you there in silence as the only thing you share with me is a a question,
(May I come in?)
My heart continues to race,
I wish nothing more out of this,
Thoughts endlessly flow through my head,
And you appear.
As you tell me your problems,
I can't stop thinking of kissing you,
I want to love you,
Not sexually but emotionally,
You're a wreck,
You're a mess,
I want nothing more of you but you lay on your back and lay on top of you,
The beating of our hearts continue and get louder,
I don't want to express what I feel for fear of ruining the moment,
You just play along,
(I love it)
Gently stroking your hair as we spoon and share stories of our childhood,
From our father's to graduating from middle school,
I can't stop staring at your eyes,
I want to tell you what I'm feeling but instead we share a lustful kiss,
Then you get on top of me and continue to kiss me and move down slowly,
Just a tease,
Biting my lip and making me love you more.
We get to the point of heavy making out with occasional touching of breasts and pant rubbing,
I want to tell you how I'm feeling but my lust got the best of me,
Teasing me and teasing me,
I am not the first,
You do this everytime,
We know what we feel but we are too afraid,
We've known each other for so long we are too afraid to call ourselves more than just friends.
It's a little different from the topic but i hope you like it. :)
Hearts pounding and eyes gleaming,
Tears of fear and desperation fall from the pit of your eyes,
Times we wonder what were to happen if we could escape,
You know,
Get away from it all!
We often wonder why,
Why us?!
Separated by only a few street signs and street lights,
Come home,
And I will return as well,
Make it here and I swear,
I will make this pain and suffering worth it.
Tapping on my window and I can only imagine,
Imagine the sound of your voice as I walk up to it,
Picture you there in silence as the only thing you share with me is a a question,
(May I come in?)
My heart continues to race,
I wish nothing more out of this,
Thoughts endlessly flow through my head,
And you appear.
As you tell me your problems,
I can't stop thinking of kissing you,
I want to love you,
Not sexually but emotionally,
You're a wreck,
You're a mess,
I want nothing more of you but you lay on your back and lay on top of you,
The beating of our hearts continue and get louder,
I don't want to express what I feel for fear of ruining the moment,
You just play along,
(I love it)
Gently stroking your hair as we spoon and share stories of our childhood,
From our father's to graduating from middle school,
I can't stop staring at your eyes,
I want to tell you what I'm feeling but instead we share a lustful kiss,
Then you get on top of me and continue to kiss me and move down slowly,
Just a tease,
Biting my lip and making me love you more.
We get to the point of heavy making out with occasional touching of breasts and pant rubbing,
I want to tell you how I'm feeling but my lust got the best of me,
Teasing me and teasing me,
I am not the first,
You do this everytime,
We know what we feel but we are too afraid,
We've known each other for so long we are too afraid to call ourselves more than just friends.
It's a little different from the topic but i hope you like it. :)
Anonymous
Shadydynasty - thank you for your poem.
Heavy On My Mind
Heavy On My Mind
Memories of words
whisper sweetly
in my mind,
an extrasensory overload
of sensuality and raw
sexual masculinity
you are, a true divinity
Like a moth to
an incandescent flame
getting singed
but headless to the pain,
your voice and spirit
are wrapped around mine
fusing itself in
an explosion of time.
You are a rare
creature indeed,
promised to me
yet you still
elusively remain
site unseen,
consternation
clouds my mind
but a fierce desire
drives my spirit
towards you,
my beacon of light.
There is no
turning back now
nowhere to flee
trapped in
the liquid amber
that is, your power
over me...
Gypsy red
Heavy On My Mind
Memories of words
whisper sweetly
in my mind,
an extrasensory overload
of sensuality and raw
sexual masculinity
you are, a true divinity
Like a moth to
an incandescent flame
getting singed
but headless to the pain,
your voice and spirit
are wrapped around mine
fusing itself in
an explosion of time.
You are a rare
creature indeed,
promised to me
yet you still
elusively remain
site unseen,
consternation
clouds my mind
but a fierce desire
drives my spirit
towards you,
my beacon of light.
There is no
turning back now
nowhere to flee
trapped in
the liquid amber
that is, your power
over me...
Gypsy red
Bashierta…
Bashierta… come be my Solomonic king
and I, your Shebban queen.
Let us bathe in the waters of light,
Igniting our chakras opening our third eye,
know my spiritual touch,my fragrance that permeates
gardenia flowers,sandalwood and patchouli;
identify my presence, distinctly.
Waves of energy transmit so much;
more, ever so much more, than mere human touch.
Vibrations run across the flesh,
all the hair on my body stands in arrest.
This is something beyond common comprehension,
it is a spiritual, soulful connection.
Mates of the spirit are rare indeed,
but not unheard of as we are starting to see.
The ancient ones move us at will,
making the selection when we fail to fulfill.
Like David and Bathsheba many stories would be told
of such legendary unions, the Egun, extolled.
Many things can be talked about and said,
but in a finite moment, a feeling can better express.
The warmth you feel wrapped around your spirit
is more than just wanting,
it was divinely created for us this instant.
Bashierta…soulmate…spirit of my spirit…
light of my light, know me, with me, become one…
Gypsy Red
Bashierta… come be my Solomonic king
and I, your Shebban queen.
Let us bathe in the waters of light,
Igniting our chakras opening our third eye,
know my spiritual touch,my fragrance that permeates
gardenia flowers,sandalwood and patchouli;
identify my presence, distinctly.
Waves of energy transmit so much;
more, ever so much more, than mere human touch.
Vibrations run across the flesh,
all the hair on my body stands in arrest.
This is something beyond common comprehension,
it is a spiritual, soulful connection.
Mates of the spirit are rare indeed,
but not unheard of as we are starting to see.
The ancient ones move us at will,
making the selection when we fail to fulfill.
Like David and Bathsheba many stories would be told
of such legendary unions, the Egun, extolled.
Many things can be talked about and said,
but in a finite moment, a feeling can better express.
The warmth you feel wrapped around your spirit
is more than just wanting,
it was divinely created for us this instant.
Bashierta…soulmate…spirit of my spirit…
light of my light, know me, with me, become one…
Gypsy Red
Anonymous
Gypsy Red - thank you very much for supporting the competition with your poems.
Anonymous
DreamingMetrist - thank you for supporting the competition with your poem.
Kitty
Kitty
Tonight you taste like intoxication
draw me into your unrehearsed song
and play the keys that open me up
as I spoon feed you enchantment
Slide down every part of my desire
and coat me with the feeling you hold
until it sinks to my core connecting in liquid
finding the hidden places that you seek
Your un-perfect perfection in bloom
sweet fragrance takes your breath
as I take your lips into my seduction
and trace them with my slow tongue
Leading you further into fast pulse action
Lay yourself bare for me let me show you
"I'm worth it"
And now you have
let me whisper into your submission
before I show you the planets you've not even been to
