Submissions by Erotic_Goddess
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The product of too many shots of whiskey, I aim to please the senses and linger in your taste buds, leaving you drunk on my words.
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 6:24pm
7th Mar 2016 6:24pm
Patience Is An Art
I whistle by,
dust with the wind.
Just a speck among the pyramids in all their glory.
They stand erect,
mocking me.
Brushing me off as if only a grain of sand.
I scatter myself,
Like that of a million tiny ants or maybe instead a thousand shards of glass.
They stomp and I crack a little more.
Perceiving me as weak,
But the more shards the greater the damage, the more they bleed.
I hide a rose,
In a thistle of thorns.
A princess and the pea story of sorts.
For only the deceiver shall be forced to drink my nectar, my poison....
dust with the wind.
Just a speck among the pyramids in all their glory.
They stand erect,
mocking me.
Brushing me off as if only a grain of sand.
I scatter myself,
Like that of a million tiny ants or maybe instead a thousand shards of glass.
They stomp and I crack a little more.
Perceiving me as weak,
But the more shards the greater the damage, the more they bleed.
I hide a rose,
In a thistle of thorns.
A princess and the pea story of sorts.
For only the deceiver shall be forced to drink my nectar, my poison....
719 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 6:26am
7th Mar 2016 6:26am
Forgiveness
Her eyes were unforgiving,
Staring at him as though he were a fungus growing beneath the toenail of a rotting corpse.
Her stare seemed to drill into him,
Unspoken resentment infecting the blood running through his veins.
Her clenched fists balled at her sides warned him to stay afar,
To stay in his place, and not invade hers.
The tears she had cried just mere hours ago were drying now in sticky glistening pools along her cheeks.
Her initial sadness and sorrow at his guilty confessions had now reincarnated itself as hatred.
How many...
Staring at him as though he were a fungus growing beneath the toenail of a rotting corpse.
Her stare seemed to drill into him,
Unspoken resentment infecting the blood running through his veins.
Her clenched fists balled at her sides warned him to stay afar,
To stay in his place, and not invade hers.
The tears she had cried just mere hours ago were drying now in sticky glistening pools along her cheeks.
Her initial sadness and sorrow at his guilty confessions had now reincarnated itself as hatred.
How many...
773 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 4:12am
7th Mar 2016 4:12am
Curtain
They drew the curtains,
Exposing her inner being to them.
Leaving her naked and bare.
Forcing her to face the cold icy elements of their blizzard.
The curtains pulled back from her treasure chests,
The library of her soul open for business,
Open for all eyes to read.
She shivered in the contempt,
Of their torrential down pours.
Curtains gone, she stood alone,
Taking hits, weathering the judgement they cast at her within stones.
Bleeding from wounds brought on by old,
She stood shaking, exposed in the stares, bitter cold.
...
Exposing her inner being to them.
Leaving her naked and bare.
Forcing her to face the cold icy elements of their blizzard.
The curtains pulled back from her treasure chests,
The library of her soul open for business,
Open for all eyes to read.
She shivered in the contempt,
Of their torrential down pours.
Curtains gone, she stood alone,
Taking hits, weathering the judgement they cast at her within stones.
Bleeding from wounds brought on by old,
She stood shaking, exposed in the stares, bitter cold.
...
695 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 6:00pm
6th Mar 2016 6:00pm
The Proposal
Set in center, a red satin tablecloth sets a top in precise position,
Center piece of bright red roses set inside a crystal vase, napkins set with silverware of silver, names etched in them to mark the spots to which each would sit,like X's marking buried treasures.
Two chairs across from one another in perfect alignment.
The sun setting in the skies above the lake casting shadowy murals of light and ripples across the waters top,coloring the water with colors purple,green and blue, a beautiful setting for the evenings plans, under an old wooden gazebo on the edge of the...
Center piece of bright red roses set inside a crystal vase, napkins set with silverware of silver, names etched in them to mark the spots to which each would sit,like X's marking buried treasures.
Two chairs across from one another in perfect alignment.
The sun setting in the skies above the lake casting shadowy murals of light and ripples across the waters top,coloring the water with colors purple,green and blue, a beautiful setting for the evenings plans, under an old wooden gazebo on the edge of the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 5:55pm
6th Mar 2016 5:55pm
Conversation Of Lost Souls
Could spend an eternity locked in the conversation of lost souls,
Nothing to prove,
nothing to lose,
and nothing to hide,
like two open books turning page after page.
Words flowing from our lips,
seem to come just as easily as does a lovers kiss.
I swear in that moment,
our souls moved as one,
although our paths were different they somehow connect us,
much like lovers connect with tongues,
lips and soft fingertips.
We connect in words flowing from a page,
Words that speak the truth,
that capture love and rage,...
Nothing to prove,
nothing to lose,
and nothing to hide,
like two open books turning page after page.
Words flowing from our lips,
seem to come just as easily as does a lovers kiss.
I swear in that moment,
our souls moved as one,
although our paths were different they somehow connect us,
much like lovers connect with tongues,
lips and soft fingertips.
We connect in words flowing from a page,
Words that speak the truth,
that capture love and rage,...
769 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2016 2:15am
6th Mar 2016 2:15am
A Hard Lesson Chapter 1 (Part 1)
Does she see him? It sure seemed her eyes were looking straight at him as she peered down the alleyway.
His heart raced, sweat beading on his forehead. Sure he had dreamed about it, sure he had hoped that he could one day have her. She all ready crowded his head, to her open now was his bed. Now looking at her afraid he would come off a mere fool, he coward in a nook hidden from sight to catch his breath and ease his staggered speech.
Stepping out he stared back at her, a stare that spoke of arrogance and confidence hard to tell which. Either way she was headed his way, eyes...
His heart raced, sweat beading on his forehead. Sure he had dreamed about it, sure he had hoped that he could one day have her. She all ready crowded his head, to her open now was his bed. Now looking at her afraid he would come off a mere fool, he coward in a nook hidden from sight to catch his breath and ease his staggered speech.
Stepping out he stared back at her, a stare that spoke of arrogance and confidence hard to tell which. Either way she was headed his way, eyes...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 10:08pm
5th Mar 2016 10:08pm
Resist?
His hands grazed gently across her lines,
Heat radiating, seeping through her skin, searing her bones.
She felt as though a slave to him,
Once his hands laid upon her she could no longer pretend she was disgusted with him.
Lord knows she tried to resist,
But her whole image, her being, weakened to the strum of his fingertips.
She tried to show him distaste,
Like her body for him didn't crave.
She tried to avoid eye contact.
Tried to avoid his emerald gaze,
For once his eyes pierced the surface of her baby blues, she became his rag doll,...
Heat radiating, seeping through her skin, searing her bones.
She felt as though a slave to him,
Once his hands laid upon her she could no longer pretend she was disgusted with him.
Lord knows she tried to resist,
But her whole image, her being, weakened to the strum of his fingertips.
She tried to show him distaste,
Like her body for him didn't crave.
She tried to avoid eye contact.
Tried to avoid his emerald gaze,
For once his eyes pierced the surface of her baby blues, she became his rag doll,...
1124 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 3:40pm
5th Mar 2016 3:40pm
Flower Petals
She plucks petals from the flowers, each flower ending with the petal giving forth the answer she wanted to ignore.
He loves her not,she tried to find the petal to which he would declare his undying love,but the petals refused to lie to her, they instead told her the truth she longed to defy. With each petal,each flower ,anger grew and grew. Tears of red as if crying blood from her veins, rained on the flowers, the petals willing them to change.
The flowers blew fierce in the summers whispering breeze, she falls begging the air from her knees, she kneels beckoning a lovers defeat....
He loves her not,she tried to find the petal to which he would declare his undying love,but the petals refused to lie to her, they instead told her the truth she longed to defy. With each petal,each flower ,anger grew and grew. Tears of red as if crying blood from her veins, rained on the flowers, the petals willing them to change.
The flowers blew fierce in the summers whispering breeze, she falls begging the air from her knees, she kneels beckoning a lovers defeat....
839 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 2:03pm
5th Mar 2016 2:03pm
Dreams
Dreams
Perfect worlds we create with our minds to drown out reality.
Symphonies of songs we will never write playing over and over,set on repeat.
Creations, like a oasis in a desert meant to trick a naked eye.
Dreams
Everything we hope for, but also what we will never have.
Images taken with a camera, pictures never taken, except with our minds.
Perfect worlds we create with our minds to drown out reality.
Symphonies of songs we will never write playing over and over,set on repeat.
Creations, like a oasis in a desert meant to trick a naked eye.
Dreams
Everything we hope for, but also what we will never have.
Images taken with a camera, pictures never taken, except with our minds.
738 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 00:18am
5th Mar 2016 00:18am
Her Master
Gentle waves crash upon the sand,
Where you and I lay hand in hand.
You touch ever so softly fingertips becoming paint brushes, turning my lips to roses.
Your lips becoming a pen, carefully tracing my lustful features into existence.
Your tongue molding my nipples into peaks, standing at attention.
My fingertips becoming knives carving claw marks down your back.
My lips become fountains as rivers flow through my body.
Becoming a kitten purring with excitement,claws clinging to you as if they were needles puncturing your skin.
...
Where you and I lay hand in hand.
You touch ever so softly fingertips becoming paint brushes, turning my lips to roses.
Your lips becoming a pen, carefully tracing my lustful features into existence.
Your tongue molding my nipples into peaks, standing at attention.
My fingertips becoming knives carving claw marks down your back.
My lips become fountains as rivers flow through my body.
Becoming a kitten purring with excitement,claws clinging to you as if they were needles puncturing your skin.
...
1071 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 00:15am
5th Mar 2016 00:15am
Comformity
She adjusted her flamboyant personality to meet with societies premise,
Agreeing with what they perceived.
Her ready and willing, became cautious contempt. Her ease and confidence pulled away at the seams, made to believe her dignity fell on their demands.
A steady hand, became a shaking arthritic limb, writing what they wanted to read, conforming to their needs.
They tell her don't be greedy give to the needy, but what will she give when theirs nothing real left?
Agreeing with what they perceived.
Her ready and willing, became cautious contempt. Her ease and confidence pulled away at the seams, made to believe her dignity fell on their demands.
A steady hand, became a shaking arthritic limb, writing what they wanted to read, conforming to their needs.
They tell her don't be greedy give to the needy, but what will she give when theirs nothing real left?
798 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2016 4:07pm
4th Mar 2016 4:07pm
Deceit
Droplets of paint dripped from her fingernails staining her with the color of greed.
Green was her envy pouring in swarms of leaves from her mind.
Black as the cinders left in a fire pit was her soul, clouds of embers flashing anger at his unforgiving deceit.
Rose petals red as the blood running from her veins were scattered about, the remainder of her heart shattered across her wounds.
She watched green with envy as he took another women in his arms,
Anger clouding her judgment, furious with greed.
He belonged to her she had the rings and the vows...
Green was her envy pouring in swarms of leaves from her mind.
Black as the cinders left in a fire pit was her soul, clouds of embers flashing anger at his unforgiving deceit.
Rose petals red as the blood running from her veins were scattered about, the remainder of her heart shattered across her wounds.
She watched green with envy as he took another women in his arms,
Anger clouding her judgment, furious with greed.
He belonged to her she had the rings and the vows...
761 reads
4 Comments
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