Bloom: sexual awakening

This may be a poem or prose of any length..
Colabs welcome...
About a sexual awakening...

The theme should be obvious..

New writes please...meaning a piece written specifically for this comp...

2 weeks
Enter as many as you please.

I am always swayed by very creative use of language and metaphor...

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Resurrecting Loveland

Laid back in dream state on green grasses.      
I am near Nirvana with his approach.            
I have searched hard for this man,        
I tremble, feeling close to too much.      
Wait and want drench me like flood.            
So peculiar sharp it feels....almost pain.            
             
But sweet if it is...            
             
It is a brand new needed now.              
Finally here i inhale him...oxygène.            
His hands pass over and i rise to them, up and down and over, over.            
             
Pulling my hips like the moon              
moves tides and i roll towards him.            
Lunar pull my waves of loves motion.            
And he skin dives inside...            
Deep finds dwellings covered by ancient silky salty silt....            
             
Acts of God and man have left league's of destruction's scars.          
         
Cataclysme catastrophique              
             
His bone digs, uncovers and discovers pieces thought gone.            
Sculptured skeletons of my dead rise up and sing,              
Storytelling my youth, true smile and aspect.        
             
Resurrected by his ecstasy's thrust,          
Alabaster forms Cum alive dancing.            
           
dancing cumming undulating dancing              
Once marble statuesque he turns          
wet pink flesh clitty labiaesque          
vulva exotica areola érotique        
Hyper mons delotica now pirouette              
Exalting release from stone capture .            
           
He spills rejuvenating seed from his member into me.            
Frenzied twirls of pearly white shine.      
Lit phosphorescent by sun...            
As it floods back out of me in a raging vaginal rush.              
             
Down my white thigh..          
Hurrying, happy, and very much alive.          
To greet us on this Green grass Earth.

Their Season on Fire

There was a spring..
Youth eternal bloomed and there was nothing,          
Hmm, was nothing she could not do..          
Nothing she would not do for him or to him..          
And he loved well all of her beauty for it..          
         
He adored every wild inch of her..          
She arched a sensual rhythm sway in rejoice without hesitation or any fear simply because he was near and she wanted to meet his gaze..          
And his hip.          
         
He loved to watch her dance..          
The curve of her waist was traced by him on the dance floor with fierce pride... She undulated in raw animal fuck motion, no notion of covering up the creamy white delicious way her belly button winked hello to him, the apple of her eye..          
         
He loved even more being the man who got to take her home..          
While making love, there would be a heat in her thrust that he needed like oxygen..          
Her grind had turned his aging man's heart into a boy's, and he praised her in thankful return with worship like carress, fingertips read responding gooseflesh like brail..          
And her skin said "Yes please..Now...Take me exactly as I am...."          
         
And he did.          
His desperate yearning was equally matched by her burning movement..          
Her thighs would fall wide in instinctual greet of his rock hard masculinity..          
Their sounds of lust and love made music, an incendiary soundtrack of pure fuck to loooong hot summer nights and yummy afternoon delights..          
         
His breath on her neck "I want you." Erected her nipples in pinky tip raspberry points begging him to suck...          
Her dizzying longing to burst open was felt in the core of him and was obvious in her vice like grip...          
She held powerful tight, fingers curled up in his dark hair, her back rising hard to meet his mouth, she held him there until the need to have him elsewhere overwhelmed them both...          
         
His need, the salty wet that ran deep like the seas,  a nectar of his sweat and her cunt juices, greeted his oh so eager mouth salty sweet on his toungue..          
The taste of her sex an amphetamine to his senses..          
Caused a growling to escape his chest, she responded in a contented purrr.          
Her purr made him wild eyed, and he had to go deep..          
         
He would plunge into her being with tsunami force...          
She had to hang on with all of her might, red nails ran down his back etching a map of lust on him until they found his ass and those claws dug in..          
Her bucking was almost as furious, and her punani, like her hands, grasped his cock in tight beats..          
Her uninhibited feral screams fueled his desire, her calls were crazy making to him, causing a hell bent pelvic force and nut slap against her ass..          
The bed squeaked, the head board hit the wall, all of it created an awesome cymbal crash tribal drumming of fury and passion..          
It was something else...          
         
The climactic ending was always heralded by his yelling out her name in his final frenzied release, "Oh Jennifer!!"          
And her calling back, "Oh my Good Gawd!!"          
He would fill her up to overflowing..and fall in a sweaty exhausted heap on top of her.          
She loved the feel of his weight on her, loved to feel her pussy and his cock pulses die down slowly together.. to feel his erection go soft inside her...          
This always made her a little sad too.          
During those moments, as his breathing got slow with sleep..          
She was aware that this was spring.          
And that this season of love was fleeting.          

Oh babe....you know I understand part of this.
This has me misty eyed...

Im so happy you had the courage to write this....screw what others think...

Me? I think you are a deep...old soul who has been thtough so much.

Thanks sweet darlin....this really is special....and well written....so enjoyed.

Awakening and Reawakening

I remember that in my youth
I was randy to tell the truth
Time goes on, I am older
Sexual urges began to smolder
I thought that my sex life had passed
Perhaps I had seduced my last
With age I was loosing libido
To fail would destroy my ego

All this changed one summer night
She came on the scene, an attractive sight
We were at a birthday party
The atmosphere was very hearty
We all chatted and were laughing
Some of the quips left us gasping
She ended up sitting at my side
Personal details we began to confide

Friendship at first was platonic
But gradually became hedonic
She was only half my age
To some it was an outrage
Quite soon we began to kiss
Osculation was such bliss
Sexually she was naive
Virginity still to relieve

She wanted me to activate
Rid her of the virgin state
But my libido was quiescent
Could it again be effervescent
We took our time with gentle touches
Skin to skin with close clutches
After several weeks we're ready
My libido stiff and steady

Gentle insertion without pain
I was having sex again
The new experience suited her
At the end began to purr
Our sexuality we now cherish
Our love is allowed to flourish
Never again will cease to use it
For fear that we will loose it

Garden lover!!!! Love! Love! Love!

The speedy rhyme...
It took no time..
To build from maybe
To having a go at this young lady!!

The quick pace and line to line
Rhyme worked so well here and made this so much fun ...
And friggin sexy as f#@& at the same time...
Huge grins...anna lil drool on my jenny
Chin chin.....lol

A fav entry of yours, though i have never not liked one you have entered...

I best see you at my naughty bible stories comp too....it wouldn't be a comp without ypu..i really do appreciate you. Thanks...big kiss on cheek...💋

Tod.....

Just read yours again....sigh....
You have no idea....wow...thanks honey. So much...

still remember the divinity as I entered
the feel as her body yielded
then swallowed me up

once that taboo was pierced
we went at it with fierce abandon.

"maybe they liked it better that way"

sounds frustrated today
all the pushing unders
donning chains and crying, nay
begging for pain splashed on curtains
faces
smeared with 'oh's and 'ah's

the young explorers out
looking for rock bottom
rock-hards yearning
for somewhere soft and warm to nest
to conquer against wills and odds
while soft places
weep for white-washed
shite-baked
jagged crags and cliffs --
i want him to throw me

and i watch these tourists today
meandering darkest, tightest caves
picking out the most painful place to sleep
pondering whether
they've Stockholmed just any dank prison or
they're well-enough-to-do
that luxury is
to try

but the bones
that never quite dried in those caves
had found and drowned at rock's bottom
and it seems to me
they didn't really try
to crawl back out

Jestalessa...

Honey...powerful write!
I am unfamiliar with your work and am always so thrilled to find a talented poet with a big voice saying something without apology.

I understand the spelunkers you describe here...trying new things under new people or old things under new people...
I have searched these caves...and I have been hurt and exploited there..and have lead some of the tours..

and i watch these tourists today
meandering darkest, tightest caves
picking out the most painful place to sleep
pondering whether
they've Stockholmed just any dank prison or
they're well-enough-to-do
that luxury is
to try

I really love this...

I think i am reading your chagrin at what some people do for a new thrill..
The chains and cramped spaces..
And the stuck they get....? Yeah...
I guess during their search for a sexual awakening...

I had meant the theme in a positive way and from your perspective...
And am having some truouble finding it strong here..

That does not take away from the depth and quality of the piece...or the fact i liked this a whole damn lot.

Thanks so very much for this!!

begging for pain splashed on curtains
faces
smeared with 'oh's and 'ah's

So dig that...smeared with Oh's and Ah's....

I find something new with each read...

heya I hope it didn't come off as too negative, just observing other people awakening to the darker/harder side of sex maybe, s&m and the like.. coming from someone who came, saw, maybe tried themselves and it wasn't for them. I thought it applied here a bit. [:

No sweetheart...always love something unexpected! And i think it applied here too..
So happy you posted it...🌹✌

Sexually amused
By the worldly views
Of the lust that one must have
To rattle and shake the bed stand to the point of a cracked and maybe even a break,
I envision in my mind the intensely well endowed master..
His sexual divine
Masculinity
Craving enough of his touch
That I turn around and interlock my lips with his and put my hand on his Hard rock
Sensitivity intensifies my mentality
Now corrupt

Darkness!!!!

Lol...so happy to be able to say gorgeous poetry doll...i am a bit sensitive about Prince and busted you some...

But darlin...this was deeeelicious.
This was so juxtaposed right...

The delivery as rock hard as the prick you imagine in your grasp...

Oooommmm...doll...idk about sub..you may have whip in hand! Lol...

I loved this...it was great....welcome here!