A song for my jailbird

More of a commission really. I’d love to send my girlfriend (who’s in prison) some love/erotic poetry peculiar to us. I write her stories but when it comes to poems I’m useless. Anyone want to write me some we can both share? Obviously I won’t be claiming it as my own when I send it. There will be a winner to the competition but I’ll most likely send her more than one.

Ok, the rules are-

*It has to be a love or erotic poem or both

*Be as sultry as you like but no porn please (we write one another enough of this!)

*Try to concentrate on yearning, frustrated love/lust and love at a distance but don’t make it sound tragic. More hopeful, if that makes sense!

*I’d prefer new but old is ok if it conforms to the above

*No limit per person or words.

Thank you!
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Ok a few more details for you and when I said peculiar I meant particular to us.Sorry for the confusion.

*We met by mail and we've been writing for a few years now.
*She's American, I'm British. She's in Virginia, I'm in rainy old Manchester.
*She's Black, I'm white.
*I'm 28 and she's 29.
*Once I got her in real trouble when I sent her half nudy photos of myself to her!
*She's very assertive and knows what she wants, I'm the opposite.
*She's really gorgeous, like cleopatra gorgeous. Big beautiful brown eyes, feline face and long dark hair. She's curvy and 5'7 tall. I'm tall, slim, hazel eyed and dark blonde.
*She's got a few more years on her sentence. When she gets out I'll be joining her in the states.
*She didn't murder anyone to get in prison. She did bad but since then she's done a lot to better herself, which makes me so proud.


I don't know what else to write but feel free to ask me anything.

so this commission huh, im gonna need like 3 honey buns, 4 packs of soup,  and a rollie...yes I am mostly joking, but the peak of my poetic career (in terms of making "money") was in prison, writing letters to peoples girls, and drawing pics for their kids.

a couple specifics about you and her, and your relationship would be helpful, if this is a real thing, and not just a comp... I ll see what I can come up with so that I am not just clogging your thread

You say you'd like the poetry to be "peculiar to us", does that mean you want something really strange (what is strange to you both?) or do you mean particular to us? because, in that case I'd go with Lightbaron and ask for a few details-so that it can be.
either way-peculiar or particular would need more details. Sorry to hear you're lady's in jail :-(

Thank you Deborahlee, that was lovely.

    cage of silk & silver


over the rainbow, under the gun
two hearts beat as one

of the demons below me
and the angels above me
is there none to console me
when a god would unlove me?

on the page of a sage
thru the haze & the rage
when the sky is on fire
and I glow with desire
let me dance in the night
to a love song’s delight

my spirit will soar
      and unchain me
and a dream will uncage me

Hey, been thinking 'bout you today
behind them walls
'cos I called out to you last night
the wind whispered your name through the window
while I slept
and it touched my face, soft in a cool caress

This afternoon, your friend Samantha dropped by
looking for a lend of that dress
you know, the one that hugs your curves
and makes your nipples stand out
like two proud button mushrooms

and when she came down with it on
I sighed, and I swear I nearly cried with the pain
of seeing that dress again
she hugged me, but I could smell you off the wool
and I kissed her, and she kissed me
then came the passion

but darling, through it all I thought of you
it was always you
just you.  


 

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When She Returns (Her coming for me)

The Greek myth says
Ceres awaits the return of her beloved daughter Proserpina
So she can color the world in lilac and iris
The gold of black eyed Susans and the harvest to come

My power to change the world by no means bares comparison
But my desire and need of you runs just as deep

You complete me in ways I didn't know possible
Blossoms do unfurl when I'm in your presence
Fields of ecstasy explode like untamed lilies
Outstretched towards the sun then slowly sinking towards the fertile soil that first gave them birth

And just as it seems it all will sink and swoon
To forever disappear
A gentle touch
A soft breeze
An unspoken word
Gives new meaning for yet another explosion
That reaffirms life
Reaffirms love
Bask in it now we're told
For the dark hand of Hades will beckon
And my beloved will have to return to his kingdom
She knows her duty in that world
But while she is gone I can shed no light in mine
Neither of us really suffer we merely endure
Until we can share the smell of lilacs and iris that linger with her coming

lightbaron said:so this commission huh, im gonna need like 3 honey buns, 4 packs of soup,  and a rollie...yes I am mostly joking, but the peak of my poetic career (in terms of making "money") was in prison, writing letters to peoples girls, and drawing pics for their kids.

a couple specifics about you and her, and your relationship would be helpful, if this is a real thing, and not just a comp... I ll see what I can come up with so that I am not just clogging your thread

Lmao..

inspired by lightbaron.. (kidding).. and not meant to be rude. this is my entry..

Once again .. we'll fuck

dead time
behind
dumb ass crimes
shamed then shackled

get smart .. get tackled

thinking i'm a pro
now i'm a
canteen hoe

small ass cell
closet thing to hell

put me alone
like a

dog without a bone

rubber room butt naked
and still

ain't learned my lesson

must like it rough
can't seem to
get enough

so another ride
back inside
cause i

set aside
what was right...

scandalous ways
a wreck.less phase

will have me by the balls
for the remainder of days

but baby
keep your head up
i'll see ya soon

once again
well fuck

under the same moon...

Jail Bait

I would like to know
How it feels to be imprisoned
Behind your walls
And spray my grafitti
As I countdown the days
Which seems like forever
I wouldn't mind
Being handcuffed
Doing a life sentence
In your solitary confinement
Each moment we share
Feels like a conjugal visit
The letters we write
Should be considered contraband
The content is no good
Because it feels too good
Makes you want to bum cigarettes
I just want to know
How it feels to play in the yard
It probably gets rough
No time to play nice
I would like to shank you
Over and over
Until your blood
Covers my weapon
I can't get parole
I can't make bail
I don't want to be free
Throw me under your jail
And throw away the key

Thanks Suphomeboi, that was really good. I really do think those things everyday!

A Song For My Jailbird


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It's always, hello baby.
Then it's goodbye.
Why don't you stay with me?
You'd have a good life.

It was hello.
And I took you back.
You said you'd change
I was foolish to believe that.

Then it was goodbye, back to the slammer.
You promise you'd come out clean.
I knew it was a lie,
Yet, I hoped
because I loved you,
and I made myself believe

Our children said "Hello"
When you returned to my side.
But drugs and alcohol,
Had made you whispering another goodbye.

The children keep asking,
"Mommy, where's Daddy?"
Lying to them, hurts me,
"Daddy is working, honey"

Sometimes, I'd ask,
Do you like being behind bars?
Do you like Junior,
talking to you,
on the other side of a bullet proof glass?

Do you like Jessica,
being stared at by those other sickos?
Would you clean up your act,
for baby Joshua, and be his hero?

Do you love me enough
to leave the street life?
Or do you want some one come looking for us,
and kill us, in the middle of the night.

The thing is, I love you no matter what.
The children ask for you all the time.
It hurts me to see them like that.
I'm sorry, but now, it's my turn to utter this painful, goodbye.

Thank you PsychicApocalypse, that was a sad poem. Wasn't quite what I was looking for but it's good, I liked it in spite of the heartbreak!