Poetry competition CLOSED 11th December 2013 6:07pm
WINNER
johnrot
johnrot
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and SirCreepy
Up To You
Erotic Poem.
"Blow You Alive."
Lay back flat
Sink in my floor
I covered it with silk
To please you more
Eyes don't blink
Heart doesn't beat
No breath to lead my moves
With a body on heat
I clutch my thighs around you
And pose to ease
Hey, beast down stairs
Get hard for me please?
I crunch and ache
As my curves soothe your chest
After life is where you'll admit
I'm the bomb,I'm the best
My tongue excuses your mouth
For a trip to your neck
Breathing heavily near your ear
I'm tenderly wet,what the heck?
I grab your beast
Make sure it gets in
Invade my pink feast
Such a tight needy munchkin
I can make life
Cum out of you
You make me climax
Oh yes,you do
Between my moans
And semi-screams
I catch myself
Living one of my wildest dreams
I pull out and smile
Kiss you on your pale cheek
Cover you up,we're done
Shall you return to eternal sleep
No one shall I tell
That my inner goddess fell
For a pleasure that's bound
To reserve me a place in hell
What can I say?
What shall I do?
My dirty little secret
Makes me as dead as you.
"Blow You Alive."
Lay back flat
Sink in my floor
I covered it with silk
To please you more
Eyes don't blink
Heart doesn't beat
No breath to lead my moves
With a body on heat
I clutch my thighs around you
And pose to ease
Hey, beast down stairs
Get hard for me please?
I crunch and ache
As my curves soothe your chest
After life is where you'll admit
I'm the bomb,I'm the best
My tongue excuses your mouth
For a trip to your neck
Breathing heavily near your ear
I'm tenderly wet,what the heck?
I grab your beast
Make sure it gets in
Invade my pink feast
Such a tight needy munchkin
I can make life
Cum out of you
You make me climax
Oh yes,you do
Between my moans
And semi-screams
I catch myself
Living one of my wildest dreams
I pull out and smile
Kiss you on your pale cheek
Cover you up,we're done
Shall you return to eternal sleep
No one shall I tell
That my inner goddess fell
For a pleasure that's bound
To reserve me a place in hell
What can I say?
What shall I do?
My dirty little secret
Makes me as dead as you.
Poem in erotic category, with the idea that making love in a restaurant is taboo
Love in a bateau mouche
My love, I dream to make a trip with you in Paris
You arrive by flight and I welcome you in airport
After having a nice rest in our bedroom at hotel
We go to dine at evening on a "bateau mouche"
Your hand on mine, our legs crossing together
Your eyes opened on the wonderful landscape
I whisper nice words in your sensual ear
And your laugh is the best gift you give me
In front of the Concorde place, you kiss me
On my lips and your tongue explores my mouth
And greets mine, which is so shy to be first
But she is brave and visits your mouth also
Just in front of the Louvre and its pyramids
It is the moment where I kiss your neck and
You first moan a little bit when my lips
Are on your nape, kissing your fragile skin
Arriving to City Island with Notre Dame
My hands caress your sweet breast through
Your dress and your nipples become harder
Like the tower of the beautiful cathedral
Le Pont Neuf and Saint-Louis island see
How we are excited now, the other tables
Try not to watch our very hot activity
And the waiter waits to install the meal
Coming back, at the Quartier Latin side
After explained where I lived when young
My toes caress your thighs that you open
To let me discovering you without panties
Then, in front of the splendid Orsay Museum
My toes find your pussy, you slightly moan
When the serious waiter changes our plates
For the next meal, and he seems very amazed
Just when we arrive at Bourbon Palace
You become very hot and caress yourself
Slowly your breast through your dress
Your thighs move to help my toes as toys
And you get your silent strong orgasm
Just in front of the tall Eiffel Tower
Exactly as you feel it as a huge dick
Inside your pussy, wet, filled of my toes
It is a so nice tour on the Seine river
During the night and I'll enjoy to live
This dream in real, with you, just you
For a wonderful crazy trip in Paris!!!
Poem in the erotic category with the original idea (in which I developed in a mental hospital) of making love in blood. :). Heeheeeheeheeeheehe!!!!
Blood Stains
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
My fingers dip into your skin,
I can taste your fervency,
I can taste your sweat.
Your penal crescent digs deep
Inside of me, plowing through the secular
Of my goddess poison; I drip a lunar red,
Blood on the moon! I howl as you touch
My heart from the entrails of my internal.
I lick your lips and bite your tongue,
Tangling your dripping buds between
My teeth, drawing more of the sweet crimson,
Hushed between my cheeks, beneath my gargle.
I move down to hither more, drinking from your sword-
Oh, I bite and suck and claw and squeeze until
All I can taste is the salt and the metallic creamery.
You groan and squeal and plea for mercy,
But I pull the plug on light and life
And down precipitates from heaven’s skies
The river Styx in waterfall, descent in rush,
The blood spills upon us, our body’s bare
The bed of lovers stained by goop of the
Thickest type, O negative, AB positive,
A vampiric dream, a gothic fantasy.
I move my lips up and lick yours clean,
Kissing you in a deathly deviance.
You hold my face, my stained red lockes,
Your eyes possessed by the demon we both
Hold inside. I scream as you splinter me,
impaling me through the root and to my core,
So long and divisible. I catch my breath and
Cease to breathe and I settle into a frenzied
Motion of a heart pumping, up and down,
In and out, as it is drained of all its contents,
Of every ounce, every trickle of blood,
Rained onto us in this trick of taboo,
This dark heart of sex and lore and poetry.
I press my breasts against your chest
As we make love in scarlet poison.
Blood Stains
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
My fingers dip into your skin,
I can taste your fervency,
I can taste your sweat.
Your penal crescent digs deep
Inside of me, plowing through the secular
Of my goddess poison; I drip a lunar red,
Blood on the moon! I howl as you touch
My heart from the entrails of my internal.
I lick your lips and bite your tongue,
Tangling your dripping buds between
My teeth, drawing more of the sweet crimson,
Hushed between my cheeks, beneath my gargle.
I move down to hither more, drinking from your sword-
Oh, I bite and suck and claw and squeeze until
All I can taste is the salt and the metallic creamery.
You groan and squeal and plea for mercy,
But I pull the plug on light and life
And down precipitates from heaven’s skies
The river Styx in waterfall, descent in rush,
The blood spills upon us, our body’s bare
The bed of lovers stained by goop of the
Thickest type, O negative, AB positive,
A vampiric dream, a gothic fantasy.
I move my lips up and lick yours clean,
Kissing you in a deathly deviance.
You hold my face, my stained red lockes,
Your eyes possessed by the demon we both
Hold inside. I scream as you splinter me,
impaling me through the root and to my core,
So long and divisible. I catch my breath and
Cease to breathe and I settle into a frenzied
Motion of a heart pumping, up and down,
In and out, as it is drained of all its contents,
Of every ounce, every trickle of blood,
Rained onto us in this trick of taboo,
This dark heart of sex and lore and poetry.
I press my breasts against your chest
As we make love in scarlet poison.
Feeling Useful
I desire to use my tongue as nail polish remover
Sucking it off your toes
Turn the carpet of my tongue into a rainbow
Like pieces of flavored hard candy
I desire to use my saliva
As bath water for your skin
Baptizing your restless nerves
Delivering you unto salvation
I desire to use my eyes as your vanity mirror
Come over and take a look at yourself
See what I see reflect back to you
Beauty in it's rarest form
I desire to use my manhood as your thermometer
Check your temperature inside
Curious to see if you're running a fever
I want to make it all better
I desire to allow myself to be used
Erotic category
I desire to use my tongue as nail polish remover
Sucking it off your toes
Turn the carpet of my tongue into a rainbow
Like pieces of flavored hard candy
I desire to use my saliva
As bath water for your skin
Baptizing your restless nerves
Delivering you unto salvation
I desire to use my eyes as your vanity mirror
Come over and take a look at yourself
See what I see reflect back to you
Beauty in it's rarest form
I desire to use my manhood as your thermometer
Check your temperature inside
Curious to see if you're running a fever
I want to make it all better
I desire to allow myself to be used
Erotic category
Better Off Dead
Left behind with a disabled wing
I couldn't take flight if I tried
All I ever wanted was to leave the nest
Now I'm afraid to attempt to glide
I can barely even walk
My nerves are numb inside
As I personify a vegetable
Without a single ounce of pride
I have no zest for life
All I do these days is play possum
With memories of being a bud
That was patiently waiting to blossom
But it never took place
Because the climate always changed
Some days were quite warm
Others within freezing range
Zero degrees celsius
Thirty-two degrees farenheit
Sometimes it dropped below
It stayed frigid all night
I needed the sunlight
In desperate need of warmth
You couldn't provide it
So instead you bought on the storms
Called on the blizzards
Strengthened the winds
Upsetted the waves
Precipitation descends
Flooded my dreams
Drowned my hopes
Sinking to the bottom
Impossible to stay afloat
Can't fly, can't swim, can't grow
Oh my
With you I can't do anything
Now I can't even try
Just allow my empty vessel
To lay here to die
I'd rather submit to being a corpse
Than to continue living a lie
Anger poem
Left behind with a disabled wing
I couldn't take flight if I tried
All I ever wanted was to leave the nest
Now I'm afraid to attempt to glide
I can barely even walk
My nerves are numb inside
As I personify a vegetable
Without a single ounce of pride
I have no zest for life
All I do these days is play possum
With memories of being a bud
That was patiently waiting to blossom
But it never took place
Because the climate always changed
Some days were quite warm
Others within freezing range
Zero degrees celsius
Thirty-two degrees farenheit
Sometimes it dropped below
It stayed frigid all night
I needed the sunlight
In desperate need of warmth
You couldn't provide it
So instead you bought on the storms
Called on the blizzards
Strengthened the winds
Upsetted the waves
Precipitation descends
Flooded my dreams
Drowned my hopes
Sinking to the bottom
Impossible to stay afloat
Can't fly, can't swim, can't grow
Oh my
With you I can't do anything
Now I can't even try
Just allow my empty vessel
To lay here to die
I'd rather submit to being a corpse
Than to continue living a lie
Anger poem
Oh how the lone wolf howled in the night as I listened
Oh my woman how he performed
Something so profound in his sensual temperament wild
What does he see in this lonely night born
Dark in the woods where the markings are bare
There perfumes a betrayal in an intrigued atmosphere - squalid
Perhaps it's something familiar that I fear
Reminding him of something he once knew, now breathing inside me
As the electricity ran through my heart
He felt my last breath with beauty in his critical move
And the bird that dreams as a child,
Will dream the frolic of the winds no more
A song touched his heart as he devours the qualia,
Enjoying it avidly
Never to give back her song he ever heard, and now he devours
Her most intimate words,
The beast protruded and sinks voracious teeth in my heart
Taking delight in the sensuous gratification
Oh my heart, the succulent Dove
I feel the sententious precipitous conscience
Suffering how he performs his own ravenous song
And I weep for the bird, as he gratifies the delightful night,
So full and so long. . . . . . . . . . . . .
