Poetry competition CLOSED 16th December 2013 11:34pm
WINNER
Atakti
Atakti
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
_shadoe_
and Gahddess_Worship
DU Swingers Party: SENSUAL POWER
Poetry Contest Description
Ladies & Gentlemen, it's time again to place your quills in the ink well and choose your poet to make sweet collaboration.
So it's time again to celebrate the promiscuous poets of DEEP UNDERGROUND. I'm throwing another swingers party and inviting you all to write a collaboration poem about SENSUAL POWER. Everybody is welcome. This is how it's going to work:
1. New collaborations and new poems only, 1 poem per collab. We need to share the love and be fresh. I want poets to collaborate with somebody they haven't written with before. Also, poets are allowed to have multiple partners. That means one poem per couple with as many partners as you want.
I know I sound like a broken record... but there's nothing wrong with boy-boy and girl-girl combinations, whatever floats your poetic boat.
2. Ladies & Gentlemen if you're interested in entering the competition post your willingness to participate on this thread, don't forget to sell yourself and gents don't hound the girls. Please be polite when asking another poet to collab and don't hound them if they say no or if they do not reply. Ladies you have the power to choose which poet you want to collaborate with and again, please be polite if you're not interested.[/b]
3. Here's the curve ball, YOU MUST WRITE A POEM [500 WORD LIMIT] ABOUT SENSUAL POWER in any genre [poetic category]. If you horny poets want to write erotica then make it sensual not smutty... I'm sure somebody will kick off a collab comp in the next week for you smut lovers.
Remember to be respectful of other poets feelings, relax and have fun. And poets if you PM somebody and they don't reply that means they aren't interested, so move on and find a poet who wants to collab with you.
Also, I'll be judging this comp with 2 other DU poets using a special ranking system I developed from the last DU Swinger's Party... it involves a spreadsheet and copious amounts of lube.
SWING ON POETS!!!!
1. New collaborations and new poems only, 1 poem per collab. We need to share the love and be fresh. I want poets to collaborate with somebody they haven't written with before. Also, poets are allowed to have multiple partners. That means one poem per couple with as many partners as you want.
I know I sound like a broken record... but there's nothing wrong with boy-boy and girl-girl combinations, whatever floats your poetic boat.
2. Ladies & Gentlemen if you're interested in entering the competition post your willingness to participate on this thread, don't forget to sell yourself and gents don't hound the girls. Please be polite when asking another poet to collab and don't hound them if they say no or if they do not reply. Ladies you have the power to choose which poet you want to collaborate with and again, please be polite if you're not interested.[/b]
3. Here's the curve ball, YOU MUST WRITE A POEM [500 WORD LIMIT] ABOUT SENSUAL POWER in any genre [poetic category]. If you horny poets want to write erotica then make it sensual not smutty... I'm sure somebody will kick off a collab comp in the next week for you smut lovers.
Remember to be respectful of other poets feelings, relax and have fun. And poets if you PM somebody and they don't reply that means they aren't interested, so move on and find a poet who wants to collab with you.
Also, I'll be judging this comp with 2 other DU poets using a special ranking system I developed from the last DU Swinger's Party... it involves a spreadsheet and copious amounts of lube.
SWING ON POETS!!!!
I felt a little left out at my last party, so this time round I've written a poem with Vee to get you all in the mood for SENSUAL POWER.
VIDEO POEM: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/136349-o-sensual-in-collaboration-with-vee/
[O] sensual
The sweltering corridors of the night
wallow unrestrained fiery passions,
profanely sluicing rhythms of desire
licking the barriers of my lustful maze.
Round and round his finger circles
tracing soft whispers on my taut skin.
Perfumed profanity on a discourse
of playing feral [russian] roulette,
cunningly panting roar of [rip] rap
on my shimmery golden fields.
Sin rolls from her pristine tongue,
binding me with shaven seduction
slipping out from it’s [den]. Cut poppy
buds drip brine sodden kiss, lapping
yolk spawn from the crow of dawn,
poisoning me with my own addiction.
Untamable, strapped bronco buck,
horse whisperer to my weeping eye,
whipped with wild intentions to break me
in every contorted position of her desire.
An imprint on scorched limbs
inflamed with thundered breaths
burrowing [deep] in feathery winged caress.
Bitch on stitch, bent over on shivery hips,
you penetrate through unsettled bars
blowing kisses to my xylophone spine.
Tickling the mood, loosening earth,
a voracious [viper] slithering through
fervently ravishing with forked tongue,
slopping dew nectars dripping in cuffs.
Boundless crescendo of my pouring heart
overflowing chalice with intoxicating elixir,
reciprocal pores dripping flames igniting
the fuse that courses through my veins.
Hyperventilating perversions tremble
pulsating aftershocks ripple iron bowstrings,
driving us over bridges spanning oceans beds.
Molding plastic flesh into [SEMTEX] sexuality,
chemically charged detonators, blowing inhibitions
in rearview, hurtling lust through the [hard-on] collider.
Spliced mindless [fuck] of lathery lush
purple pounds surge through poetic curves.
Deciduous phallus secretes for my sweet slave
of the sea, languishingly coaxing her smile
to burst velveteen rivulets of curlicues.
Hunkering wild impetuous descent into [O]
he throbs with raving agony in vortex.
A fulcrum slathering into my naughty sex,
as we helplessly fall in each other's arms,
moans of sweet cherry escape from bruised lips.
Written by Vee and Alexander Case
VIDEO POEM: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/136349-o-sensual-in-collaboration-with-vee/
[O] sensual
The sweltering corridors of the night
wallow unrestrained fiery passions,
profanely sluicing rhythms of desire
licking the barriers of my lustful maze.
Round and round his finger circles
tracing soft whispers on my taut skin.
Perfumed profanity on a discourse
of playing feral [russian] roulette,
cunningly panting roar of [rip] rap
on my shimmery golden fields.
Sin rolls from her pristine tongue,
binding me with shaven seduction
slipping out from it’s [den]. Cut poppy
buds drip brine sodden kiss, lapping
yolk spawn from the crow of dawn,
poisoning me with my own addiction.
Untamable, strapped bronco buck,
horse whisperer to my weeping eye,
whipped with wild intentions to break me
in every contorted position of her desire.
An imprint on scorched limbs
inflamed with thundered breaths
burrowing [deep] in feathery winged caress.
Bitch on stitch, bent over on shivery hips,
you penetrate through unsettled bars
blowing kisses to my xylophone spine.
Tickling the mood, loosening earth,
a voracious [viper] slithering through
fervently ravishing with forked tongue,
slopping dew nectars dripping in cuffs.
Boundless crescendo of my pouring heart
overflowing chalice with intoxicating elixir,
reciprocal pores dripping flames igniting
the fuse that courses through my veins.
Hyperventilating perversions tremble
pulsating aftershocks ripple iron bowstrings,
driving us over bridges spanning oceans beds.
Molding plastic flesh into [SEMTEX] sexuality,
chemically charged detonators, blowing inhibitions
in rearview, hurtling lust through the [hard-on] collider.
Spliced mindless [fuck] of lathery lush
purple pounds surge through poetic curves.
Deciduous phallus secretes for my sweet slave
of the sea, languishingly coaxing her smile
to burst velveteen rivulets of curlicues.
Hunkering wild impetuous descent into [O]
he throbs with raving agony in vortex.
A fulcrum slathering into my naughty sex,
as we helplessly fall in each other's arms,
moans of sweet cherry escape from bruised lips.
Written by Vee and Alexander Case
Here is our collaboration, of which we've informed you:
Runaway {w.Petit Minou}
Without speaking, you tell me things
that my spirit memorizes.
In the brief days that I’ve known you,
you have acquainted me with a passion,
undiscovered through my years of bleak solitude.
I am still a half-stranger to you, and in my
selfish way, I intend to hold you at my side,
that my arms may never again be empty.
If you should ever run away, I will find you.
If you take refuge in the deepest, darkest
cave, I will seek you, not with my eyes,
even with the smallest ray of light to aid me.
not with my hands, to feel clumsily in that
recherché obliqueness, until I grasp your
defiant flesh; nor even with my ears, to
detect the whispers of your movement,
your trembling sighs.
In the silence, the darkness, the depth
of that cavern,
I will find you with my heart.
Our eyes meet in the shadows -
you with your stranger's gaze,
and while my heartbeat races,
there is no defiance there -
ask and I will answer you.
No more will I run from you, but instead
draw closer, until your breath stirs against me;
hot upon my skin so cool in the cavern's air,
I can see it in your eyes - this hunger
I know, too - like one about to devour
its prey, but patient, passion waiting,
wishing only to know more
The time has come, and so we lay,
skin on skin, heart to heart
Together we become whole - passion
drips like morning dew upon pale thighs,
my hair veils your face -
our own private sanctuary
as your heart
takes possession of mine.
Runaway {w.Petit Minou}
Without speaking, you tell me things
that my spirit memorizes.
In the brief days that I’ve known you,
you have acquainted me with a passion,
undiscovered through my years of bleak solitude.
I am still a half-stranger to you, and in my
selfish way, I intend to hold you at my side,
that my arms may never again be empty.
If you should ever run away, I will find you.
If you take refuge in the deepest, darkest
cave, I will seek you, not with my eyes,
even with the smallest ray of light to aid me.
not with my hands, to feel clumsily in that
recherché obliqueness, until I grasp your
defiant flesh; nor even with my ears, to
detect the whispers of your movement,
your trembling sighs.
In the silence, the darkness, the depth
of that cavern,
I will find you with my heart.
Our eyes meet in the shadows -
you with your stranger's gaze,
and while my heartbeat races,
there is no defiance there -
ask and I will answer you.
No more will I run from you, but instead
draw closer, until your breath stirs against me;
hot upon my skin so cool in the cavern's air,
I can see it in your eyes - this hunger
I know, too - like one about to devour
its prey, but patient, passion waiting,
wishing only to know more
The time has come, and so we lay,
skin on skin, heart to heart
Together we become whole - passion
drips like morning dew upon pale thighs,
my hair veils your face -
our own private sanctuary
as your heart
takes possession of mine.
Anonymous
I'd be interested. I don't like stereotypical erotica, and like to stay abstract, if that's anybodies cup of tea?
case28 said:Thank you Petit Minou & Mr Feddeler for your early bird entry..... you almost beat me to the punch. 
It's time to swing poets.... and lock up your sons ML wants to play.
Haha smartass...yeah, the old broad has her cougar outfit on--lol
How 'bout it Craic? Here's your chance to live out your Dr. Quinn fantasies...
It's time to swing poets.... and lock up your sons ML wants to play.
Haha smartass...yeah, the old broad has her cougar outfit on--lol
How 'bout it Craic? Here's your chance to live out your Dr. Quinn fantasies...
MadameLavender said:[quote-243890-case28]Thank you Petit Minou & Mr Feddeler for your early bird entry..... you almost beat me to the punch.
It's time to swing poets.... and lock up your sons ML wants to play.
Haha smartass...yeah, the old broad has her cougar outfit on--lol
How 'bout it Craic? Here's your chance to live out your Dr. Quinn fantasies...[/quote]
Well, excuse me, Madame Lavender, but I'd never suggest you're an old bee, a queen bee maybe, but there is nothing sexier than a teacher disciplining her students or a scientist wearing nothing but a white lab coat...
Ok, boys form one orderly line at the hive, ML does not like tardiness, so unbuckle your inhibitions and get ready for one hell of a ride.
It's time to swing poets.... and lock up your sons ML wants to play.
Haha smartass...yeah, the old broad has her cougar outfit on--lol
How 'bout it Craic? Here's your chance to live out your Dr. Quinn fantasies...
[/quote] Well, excuse me, Madame Lavender, but I'd never suggest you're an old bee, a queen bee maybe, but there is nothing sexier than a teacher disciplining her students or a scientist wearing nothing but a white lab coat...
Ok, boys form one orderly line at the hive, ML does not like tardiness, so unbuckle your inhibitions and get ready for one hell of a ride.
case28 said:
Well, excuse me, Madame Lavender, but I'd never suggest you're an old bee, a queen bee maybe, but there is nothing sexier than a teacher disciplining her students or a scientist wearing nothing but a white lab coat...
Ok, boys form one orderly line at the hive, ML does not like tardiness, so unbuckle your inhibitions and get ready for one hell of a ride.
Haha! Wow--I have my own hive--we need a "taste of honey" then:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GL31cfOD7oc
Well, excuse me, Madame Lavender, but I'd never suggest you're an old bee, a queen bee maybe, but there is nothing sexier than a teacher disciplining her students or a scientist wearing nothing but a white lab coat...
Ok, boys form one orderly line at the hive, ML does not like tardiness, so unbuckle your inhibitions and get ready for one hell of a ride.
Haha! Wow--I have my own hive--we need a "taste of honey" then:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GL31cfOD7oc
