Poetry competition CLOSED 25th December 2014 11:42pm
WINNER
gardenlover
gardenlover
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and toniscales
Darker Erotic
Not What it Seems
She thought she could make a fortune
Forgot her scruples without caution
Allowing men any sexual favour
That other girls would not savor
She learned how to 'deep throat'
How to prevent the urge to choke
Allowing them to come in mouth
Suck them dry not spit it out.
When two guys booked a session
Wanting double penetration
She allowed both in her cunt
Or one in the back the other the front
She sometimes had a gang
Requesting her for a bang
She'd take them one at a time
Or several to inside her climb
She could cope with five cocks
Two in the cunt deeply docked
One in mouth and two in hand
All come at once; it would be grand
She could deal with most requests
And this accounted for her success
Her scale of charges was quite clear
Some will say that she was dear
But demand outstripped supply
To make a booking you had to apply
Her waiting list was at least week
Her services were so unique
You must have noted the past tense
Because she has departed hence
The strain of these diverse acts
Gave her a nervous collapse
At first she was stimulated
She became popular and was elated
But she found the job quite lonely
Friendless; she knew no one closely
They used her body as a piece of meat
Something that they could mistreat
The money had been very handy
Until she spent it all on brandy
She's lucky she is still alive
And has at last begun to thrive
An ordinary job is so much better
Than selling her body to the highest bidder
She thought she could make a fortune
Forgot her scruples without caution
Allowing men any sexual favour
That other girls would not savor
She learned how to 'deep throat'
How to prevent the urge to choke
Allowing them to come in mouth
Suck them dry not spit it out.
When two guys booked a session
Wanting double penetration
She allowed both in her cunt
Or one in the back the other the front
She sometimes had a gang
Requesting her for a bang
She'd take them one at a time
Or several to inside her climb
She could cope with five cocks
Two in the cunt deeply docked
One in mouth and two in hand
All come at once; it would be grand
She could deal with most requests
And this accounted for her success
Her scale of charges was quite clear
Some will say that she was dear
But demand outstripped supply
To make a booking you had to apply
Her waiting list was at least week
Her services were so unique
You must have noted the past tense
Because she has departed hence
The strain of these diverse acts
Gave her a nervous collapse
At first she was stimulated
She became popular and was elated
But she found the job quite lonely
Friendless; she knew no one closely
They used her body as a piece of meat
Something that they could mistreat
The money had been very handy
Until she spent it all on brandy
She's lucky she is still alive
And has at last begun to thrive
An ordinary job is so much better
Than selling her body to the highest bidder
- An Erotica of Eden -
There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!
Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.
Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?
Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…
And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.
Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,
The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…
Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!
Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.
My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…
As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.
The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,
So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!
Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.
I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,
Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.
In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,
One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!
I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.
Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!
Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.
I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…
The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.
As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…
Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.
Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!
And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.
This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!
I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…
Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.
Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…
For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,
Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!
Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.
I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!
Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.
Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…
I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.
Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!
We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.
How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?
I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.
Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!
We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.
Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…
As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!
Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.
I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…
Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!
With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.
I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…
From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,
I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.
Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,
Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…
Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.
Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…
And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!
Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…
Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.
There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!
Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.
Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?
Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…
And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.
Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,
The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…
Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!
Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.
My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…
As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.
The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,
So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!
Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.
I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,
Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.
In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,
One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!
I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.
Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!
Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.
I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…
The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.
As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…
Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.
Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!
And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.
This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!
I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…
Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.
Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…
For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,
Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!
Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.
I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!
Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.
Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…
I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.
Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!
We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.
How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?
I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.
Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!
We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.
Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…
As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!
Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.
I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…
Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!
With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.
I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…
From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,
I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.
Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,
Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…
Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.
Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…
And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!
Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…
Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.
Incubus
He found her sprawled on a mound
of white satin. Her feet encased
in scarlet ballet slippers,
the silk ribbons crossed to her knees.
She drank in his scenery.
She was a child of obsession.
Inhaling smoke as if hungry
beyond sanity, she continued
to watch him, and he
permitted her this.
When he touched her, he did not
feel her skin, only her need.
Gold-tipped bubbles frothing
in a fluted glass of radiant wine.
He saw the scrim of fog
underneath her flesh, illuminated
by hanging scarlet lanterns.
His sex was a tinderbox of sparrows
fluttering in a baptismal light.
Scarlet wings folded underneath her,
providing a feathery cushion.
"Infect me," she cried,
and a raven flew from her mouth.
Lavender flooded her veins
as she received him,
her climax a million diamonds
scattered upon black water.
He found her sprawled on a mound
of white satin. Her feet encased
in scarlet ballet slippers,
the silk ribbons crossed to her knees.
She drank in his scenery.
She was a child of obsession.
Inhaling smoke as if hungry
beyond sanity, she continued
to watch him, and he
permitted her this.
When he touched her, he did not
feel her skin, only her need.
Gold-tipped bubbles frothing
in a fluted glass of radiant wine.
He saw the scrim of fog
underneath her flesh, illuminated
by hanging scarlet lanterns.
His sex was a tinderbox of sparrows
fluttering in a baptismal light.
Scarlet wings folded underneath her,
providing a feathery cushion.
"Infect me," she cried,
and a raven flew from her mouth.
Lavender flooded her veins
as she received him,
her climax a million diamonds
scattered upon black water.
I am the air
stalled above your windpipe
and the hand below
clasped
around your throat
I am the ache, the rage
that burns between your thighs
and I am the frantic fingertips
that move to quench it
and I am the word
on the tip of your tongue
when the air
finds it's way into you
and brings you back to life
stalled above your windpipe
and the hand below
clasped
around your throat
I am the ache, the rage
that burns between your thighs
and I am the frantic fingertips
that move to quench it
and I am the word
on the tip of your tongue
when the air
finds it's way into you
and brings you back to life
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SHE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME NOT!
I’m so in love with her.
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me, like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘anonymous’?
I’ll send her candy.
Mr. Anonymous sent me a box of splendid chocolates. Should I be flattered? Or should I be scared?
I’m her secret admirer.
I’ve got a stalker.
I need to get up the nerve to knock on her door and introduce myself.
Dad called and wants me to come over right now, he says he has something for me. He's concerned about this guy shadowing me.
I rang her bell, then I knocked on the door. “Darn,” she’s not home. Wait a minute! She didn’t completely shut the door. When I knocked, it swung open.
Dad gave me a little hand gun.
I wonder where she put those flowers I sent her? Do I dare take a peek around?
They’re not on the table, maybe she put them on her bedroom dresser.
Damn! I was in such a hurry to leave, I must have forgot to lock the door.
Oh my God she’s home! I’ve got to hide!
I need to get to bed.
I'll hide under the bed.
I can’t believe what a mean looking thing this little gun is.
I can’t believe she’s lying right above me. She’s so close I can smell her sweet perfume.
“Dear God.”
She’s praying.
“I know this sounds foolish, but I ask for but one thing. I ask for you to send someone to love me. A man to be my lover, and hopefully, the father of my children.”
“Your prayer has been answered!”
"What The Fuck! Who the Hell is that?"
“I’m the guy God sent you. I’m underneath your bed.”
SHE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME NOT!
I’m so in love with her.
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me, like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘anonymous’?
I’ll send her candy.
Mr. Anonymous sent me a box of splendid chocolates. Should I be flattered? Or should I be scared?
I’m her secret admirer.
I’ve got a stalker.
I need to get up the nerve to knock on her door and introduce myself.
Dad called and wants me to come over right now, he says he has something for me. He's concerned about this guy shadowing me.
I rang her bell, then I knocked on the door. “Darn,” she’s not home. Wait a minute! She didn’t completely shut the door. When I knocked, it swung open.
Dad gave me a little hand gun.
I wonder where she put those flowers I sent her? Do I dare take a peek around?
They’re not on the table, maybe she put them on her bedroom dresser.
Damn! I was in such a hurry to leave, I must have forgot to lock the door.
Oh my God she’s home! I’ve got to hide!
I need to get to bed.
I'll hide under the bed.
I can’t believe what a mean looking thing this little gun is.
I can’t believe she’s lying right above me. She’s so close I can smell her sweet perfume.
“Dear God.”
She’s praying.
“I know this sounds foolish, but I ask for but one thing. I ask for you to send someone to love me. A man to be my lover, and hopefully, the father of my children.”
“Your prayer has been answered!”
"What The Fuck! Who the Hell is that?"
“I’m the guy God sent you. I’m underneath your bed.”
How to Deface a Tapestry [The Art of Hate Fucking]
staccato punctures
bleed into timeless
punishing measures
as his emphatic needle
weds his dogmatic thread
into the very fibre
that she is composed
weaving the unattainable
promise of absolution
while pinned
into place
just so
situated among
monuments to his placelessness
of her finely inked nostalgia
he fervidly embroiders
his battering pattern
repeatedly plunging
with the unforgiving vehemence
only a man that fears being forgotten
could unceremoniously inflict
abjured
by the dawn's stoic gaze
a resonating consolation
of kaleidoscopic constellations
contrast her fair complexion--
raw with his newly bloomed
forget-me-nots
the dyed
custom sewn seeds of
vindictive
ha(u)te couture
staccato punctures
bleed into timeless
punishing measures
as his emphatic needle
weds his dogmatic thread
into the very fibre
that she is composed
weaving the unattainable
promise of absolution
while pinned
into place
just so
situated among
monuments to his placelessness
of her finely inked nostalgia
he fervidly embroiders
his battering pattern
repeatedly plunging
with the unforgiving vehemence
only a man that fears being forgotten
could unceremoniously inflict
abjured
by the dawn's stoic gaze
a resonating consolation
of kaleidoscopic constellations
contrast her fair complexion--
raw with his newly bloomed
forget-me-nots
the dyed
custom sewn seeds of
vindictive
ha(u)te couture
Burnt Offerings
Go softly.
Do not grow substantial,
let me taste you on the day,
always.
Envelop me
in an agony of passion,
distilled perfume of sheets,
anguish and defeat.
My mouth seeks to anchor you.
I deep-throat a magnolia.
My tongue learns textures,
the shape of your secrets.
Teach me this raw, quivering
imagery, the dark choreography
of masochism. It is all sweet
contact, a perfection
of collarbones, never enough.
Pull my body onto yours,
slide me into place.
I am haunted by a kiss,
the slowness of innocent things.
Your hand creeps under my dress,
fingers poised for the kill
as you bury my mouth in yours
but just breathe.
Just. Breathe.
Go softly.
Do not grow substantial,
let me taste you on the day,
always.
Envelop me
in an agony of passion,
distilled perfume of sheets,
anguish and defeat.
My mouth seeks to anchor you.
I deep-throat a magnolia.
My tongue learns textures,
the shape of your secrets.
Teach me this raw, quivering
imagery, the dark choreography
of masochism. It is all sweet
contact, a perfection
of collarbones, never enough.
Pull my body onto yours,
slide me into place.
I am haunted by a kiss,
the slowness of innocent things.
Your hand creeps under my dress,
fingers poised for the kill
as you bury my mouth in yours
but just breathe.
Just. Breathe.
The beating of two hearts in an elevator [on the axis of heaven and hell]
She presses
STOP
bouncing in strange tension
strung up in this banal space
she looks at me
[blank]
you got something to say?
she replies with a sharp stinging jab
to my mouth, I didn’t see it coming
she squats
back against the wall
pissing lust
her licking smile
dragging the animal
out from my ribcage
blood drips
down the back of my throat
churning my guts into an iron fist
choking her gasping breath
breaking every halo
that snaps from my shoulder
until she smiles through my mess
[framed] in my macabre portrait
she kisses [Christ]
flowing from my lips
smearing flesh
over bulletproof pane
senseless passion
somewhere
between
heaven and hell.
Written by Alexander Case
Congrats to Garden Lover, toniscles and Jessica. And thanksfor sponsoring such a wonderful competition.
I've come to the opinion that to read the best poetry at DU, all on e need do is skip the posted forum, and come read the entries to the competitions. It's so interesting to read everyone's unique perspective to a challenge.
I've come to the opinion that to read the best poetry at DU, all on e need do is skip the posted forum, and come read the entries to the competitions. It's so interesting to read everyone's unique perspective to a challenge.
