First Time Poem Sex

Some other requirements, rules & further comments:
This is not rocket science; it's a poetry competition...so don't make it something it isn't.
Have one writer on your chosen team submit the poem...they will get the credit but everyone will know who the other partner a.k.a. other writer is or was or isn't....you catch my drift?  And just so you know ahead of time, I am not getting involved in any personal squabbling on who submits the piece of work or what kind of sex you have. It's your choice.  Nobody has time for that shit.  You don't. I don't.  It's not my call--it's your call...the "team" picks who submits....just let it flow....this is not phone sex. It's poem sex. Get it straight, make it soft or rough (something else that's not my call), get it right, make it tight, make this a kick ass competition, fucking write some sexy fucking erotic first time poem sex poetry!  Whew...I need a cold shower....it's hot up in here!!!

If anybody would like a partner I am up for this (male or female) - shoot me a PM.

Well Missy...I mean no disrespect here luv....but thanks for kicking this competition off & putting yourself out there!  You're a brave honest Down-to-Earth authentic Poetess! I mean it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjNn4bbbgSw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P44vhvPGO6Y

This piece comes with an accompanying audio collab, which can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPj9Ayw8lLQ&feature=youtu.be)


The Skin Remembers (~Todski28 & Missy Collab~)

I've used my breath to make  
the skin on your neck  
spell out my desires in braille
your hand daintily raises up  
to rub at that place that made you shudder  
where our scents are as one  
every inhalation intoxicates  
I'm lust-drunk  
and want to delve into contortionistic realms  
where we connect in the time space  
of soul and skin  

there is more to give than this
I've plated up my masculinity
and offered every morsel  
for consumption  
to taste  
and touch these moments  
between delusion and feeling  
in phantasmal gaspings  

control  
is thrown into disarray

how is there anything less
than us here
bare and
wanting?  
 
to see beyond  
push the limits of bonds  
until we crumble  
against each other  
nothing more than fluids  
and thoughts that drift  

pondering braille  
and what breath can do to flesh

~

I hold a thousand nerve endings  
each one branded in the flame  
of wanting every touch immortalised  
in the rigid lyrics of my spine  

each rib, a silent letter  
each curve, a desire conveyed  

I have found ecstasy  
gripping firm shoulders, feeling you  
as if it was the last time  
you would shiver with longing  
against my sinful tongue  

but as I crawl the length of you,
press my hips to your face
so you remember how a woman
knee-deep in her essence tastes  
I will pull close your fingers  
and you will feel what it is  
that allows the blind to see  

control  
is thrown into disarray

I will haunt hollow caverns
of your throat long after I am gone  
and you are alone, silently vertical  
remembering the dark sensation  
of wanting chests brushing the lips  
of the starving  

of hands that seek poetry  
where words fail.

This looks fun hahaha .....anyone want to play with a newbie? I don't bite....well maybe just a little lmao

Bravo...well done & very classy Miss Miss Missy & Todski28.....what imagery! We need more comers for this comp! Let's heat it up loving poets...flame, ignite, burn down the house or the kitchen or any other place you want to make love in...metaphorically speaking of course...wink wink!!!

should it be just new writes? or can it be old stuff posted already here at dup?

Old first time sex poetry is o-k....I hope the sex is still the same,...well, maybe not.  Let's see?

Ok, lemme ask permission from the other poet first. Be right Back

      T H E   D A Y   I   W A K E   T O   F I N D   Y O U

(HepCat61                    💑💑              OxyMoronicMe)
  
The day I wake to find you lying there   
With twisted sheets in morning sleep with me   
To find your face in close relief aware   
And know the feel of your hand on my skin   
Your sleepy eyes as they slowly embrace 
That you and I become our day’s first sight   

      The day I wake to find you beside my naked self 
      Your arm's warm embrace engulfing my spirit 
      Your hands dead on its weight enclosing my breast 
      Your morning breath, heavenly faning my face 
      And your eyes slowly opens to find me staring 
      Sweet smile slowly forms both our lips 
      Knowing we're each other's first sight of a beautiful morn 

To wake and have your wonder fill my sight   
Recalling my last view, you sleeping there   
Once claiming love in ourselves' full embrace   
In giving all to you and you to me   
To trade our "words for words" in "skin for skin"   
That we in love become fully aware   

      Memories filled my mind 
      With our night full of love 
      Remembering how beautiful it was 
      Skin to skin, joined together as one 
      Each sigh, each touch, each kiss... 
      Felt so good, so right, so at home. 
  
For touch enthralls our verse in flesh aware   
Ourselves from page to naked in our sight   
As if our poems found in formly skin   
Had brought us face to face in loving there   
So we became as one this you and me   
And sent our bodies gifts of gates embrace   

      For with you, at last I found 
      That pull, that magic that others had 
      Heart-melting lava of wet insides 
      Longing for a throb only from your burning rod 
      Just like a sonnet with syllables in count 
      We form a world rhyming the both of us 
  
I rise for you as you for me embrace   
Senses engaged electric and aware   
My reveling in you as you in me   
Honor in touch and taste in sound and sight   
That in our want we bring each other there   
A worship born in words, complete in skin   

      I welcome you with legs apart 
     Your member so rigid, so silky and wanting 
      Our pores open, slippery, burning 
      Each contact, electrifying, satisfying 
      Each taste, passionately sweet,  addicting 
      As we come to our peak, a new height starts to rise. 
  
As we anoint, awash the other’s skin   
With open gates of higher love's embrace   
Now lost in afterglow collapsing there   
The hum we feel together now aware   
We taking joy in all that fills our sight   
Spent love’s expression shining, you and me  

      Starry night, cold, heat, spring rain 
      Everything happening all at once 
      Passion filled our heart with higher calling that is love 
      Exhausted, fullfilled, aware of what this was 
      As we close our eyes, our spirit soar 
      Knowing that tomorrow, each will still be there 
  
Enfolding then, as sleep takes you and me   
Our bodies touch as if we had one skin   
Eyes slowly close enjoying one last sight 
Together still as new dream worlds embrace   
Though sleep has claimed, we remain aware   
That we in loving arms entwining there   

      Your heartbeat speaks to me as I drifted to sleep 
      Mine singing a sonata that only you could hear 
      As consciousness slowly shut down 
      A dim light remains at the corner 
      Keeping us together,  even in our dreams.   

To drift in dreams ‘til new dawn’s sights embrace   
When your hand on my skin brings me aware   
The day I wake to find you lying there   

      We float in darkness,  swimming in each other's warmth 
      Knowing that a new dawn would come and there would still be us  
      The day I wake to find you beside  me, with me... Forever. 


(Thank you geoff for the permission)
  

Bravo....

I know your excitement got the best of you...but, please read the instructions closely.  If you can't control yourself by yourself how are ever going to handle writing sensual sexy hardcore sex poetry with a partner?  And you need a partner Dallas...no dice...this is unacceptable.  But, it does does sound good in another comp.....maybe next week.

Hello Fellow Poetry RiskTakers,
I'm seriously surprised....all these sexy poets & poetesses in the underground and only four writers having first time poem sex....come on. Wink-wink-wink-wink.....what do you think about multiple sex poetry? Uh huh, that's right, time is running out--let's write, let's get it on!!!!  Lol!