Submissions by Solomon_Song
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Published poems so far unpaid. Most poems unpublished. History, Bible, love (romantic/erotic), nakedness main subjects; rhyming captions/messages. Influences: Bible (eg Genesis, Ruth, Song of Songs (inspired user name), and 20th century erotic.
EROTIC POEM
Published
Yesterday 6:40am
Yesterday 6:40am
LOVE BY A FIRE
We have been walking
in the winter air,
hand-holding, talking,
as snow coats ground bare.
One small cosy room,
one burning log fire
whose flames scatter gloom
and warm our desire.
There's something sexy
about naked flame
in proximity
to both's naked frame.
The wine that we drank
adds its warmth to blood,
making our talk frank
when sat a deux, nudd.
Into each other
our bodies side lean;
the Loved and Lover
have hands touching, keen.
Hands slide on torsos
and...
in the winter air,
hand-holding, talking,
as snow coats ground bare.
One small cosy room,
one burning log fire
whose flames scatter gloom
and warm our desire.
There's something sexy
about naked flame
in proximity
to both's naked frame.
The wine that we drank
adds its warmth to blood,
making our talk frank
when sat a deux, nudd.
Into each other
our bodies side lean;
the Loved and Lover
have hands touching, keen.
Hands slide on torsos
and...
#sex
#erotic
#winter
#fire
#rhyming
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2019 7:08am
4th Dec 2019 7:08am
NUDITY, THEOLOGY, FEMININITY
Did not God think it 'VERY good'
when he had made first humans nudd?
'Male and female He created',
His father heart demonstrated,
Naked and without any shame
of their divinely finished frame.
It was that pesky little snake
who got folk 'shamed of bits that shake
and would have had them cover up
the parts God made to help them 'tup'
and, in woman's case, suckle young
upon the breasts on top half hung.
To those who down the ages blame
women for man's fall, I'd cry 'Shame!
You've been barking up the wrong tree ...
when he had made first humans nudd?
'Male and female He created',
His father heart demonstrated,
Naked and without any shame
of their divinely finished frame.
It was that pesky little snake
who got folk 'shamed of bits that shake
and would have had them cover up
the parts God made to help them 'tup'
and, in woman's case, suckle young
upon the breasts on top half hung.
To those who down the ages blame
women for man's fall, I'd cry 'Shame!
You've been barking up the wrong tree ...
#women
#religion
#spiritual #rhyming
#spiritual #rhyming
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Nov 2019 7:46am
24th Nov 2019 7:46am
POEM INSPIRED BY 'DARK BERRIES'
On that sultry southern summer night
left-open shutter lets in moonlight
as my torso you palm, cup and stroke,
inner awakening you provoke,
with odd playful tug on tail of hair,
which you say, 'Don't undo - like it there.'
My back to you, by your hand I led
you forward, got breasts-down on the bed.
The moon's light on the cheeks of my rear
you say you notice. as you draw near,
to massage my shoulders and back's small.
my feet, calves and thighs, ass cheeks and all.
From foot of the bed you forward ease,
creeping...
left-open shutter lets in moonlight
as my torso you palm, cup and stroke,
inner awakening you provoke,
with odd playful tug on tail of hair,
which you say, 'Don't undo - like it there.'
My back to you, by your hand I led
you forward, got breasts-down on the bed.
The moon's light on the cheeks of my rear
you say you notice. as you draw near,
to massage my shoulders and back's small.
my feet, calves and thighs, ass cheeks and all.
From foot of the bed you forward ease,
creeping...
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2019 8:28am
23rd Nov 2019 8:28am
WASHDOWN
At your place in town
I wash myself down.
Permission you gave,
when back from the rave,
to use your shower
at that late hour.
You'd said, 'Go in first'.
While you slaked your thirst
from fridge in kitchen,
I got no-stitch-on
before the mirror,
baring my figure.
While I'm in daydream,
shower's glass doors steam
as I warm to the feel
from head hair to heel
of the cascade warm
on my naked form.
You open room's door,
you are in the raw -
nowt on but your...
I wash myself down.
Permission you gave,
when back from the rave,
to use your shower
at that late hour.
You'd said, 'Go in first'.
While you slaked your thirst
from fridge in kitchen,
I got no-stitch-on
before the mirror,
baring my figure.
While I'm in daydream,
shower's glass doors steam
as I warm to the feel
from head hair to heel
of the cascade warm
on my naked form.
You open room's door,
you are in the raw -
nowt on but your...
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2019 7:05am
19th Nov 2019 7:05am
GRAVEYARD LOVE (FUNNY ENDING)
#erotic
#rhyming
#funny
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2019 6:39am
18th Nov 2019 6:39am
TAKING THE PLUNGE
Our clothes we have left behind in the bushes,
but still some reserve about sparing blushes.
We are naked, but not each other touching:
our middle parts to ourselves we are clutching,
with you holding one arm across your nipples,
eyes fixed on the water's welcoming ripples,
as we wade tentatively into the pool
where once submerged, we let go of muff, breasts, tool
so we can reach out and begin a breast stroke.
Just heads above water held so we don't choke.
(A metaphor, I felt, for the solvent life
we manage to achieve as new...
but still some reserve about sparing blushes.
We are naked, but not each other touching:
our middle parts to ourselves we are clutching,
with you holding one arm across your nipples,
eyes fixed on the water's welcoming ripples,
as we wade tentatively into the pool
where once submerged, we let go of muff, breasts, tool
so we can reach out and begin a breast stroke.
Just heads above water held so we don't choke.
(A metaphor, I felt, for the solvent life
we manage to achieve as new...
#marriage
#beach
#rhyming #sensual
#rhyming #sensual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Nov 2019 6:45am
13th Nov 2019 6:45am
LEFT BY OUR LOVE
I'm stripping our bed,
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
At that poignant...
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
At that poignant...
#erotic
#home
#rhyming
#memories
#sensual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 7:15am
6th Nov 2019 7:15am
AS BUTTERFLIES DANCE
I lie on my back, in sun, in the nudd,
as butterflies dance from belly to bud,
upon my bare skin they land and stay light,
flutter of their wings raises an excite,
their colourful wings they draw out and spread,
brief cover my clit when they have landed.
Six tiny feet on my most sensitive skin
make tickles and prickles that raise my grin.
A glow is rising south of the border
like match just lit, then becomes broader.
I imagine there'll soon come a honey bee,
put its tongue in what starts to ooze from me.
At times...
as butterflies dance from belly to bud,
upon my bare skin they land and stay light,
flutter of their wings raises an excite,
their colourful wings they draw out and spread,
brief cover my clit when they have landed.
Six tiny feet on my most sensitive skin
make tickles and prickles that raise my grin.
A glow is rising south of the border
like match just lit, then becomes broader.
I imagine there'll soon come a honey bee,
put its tongue in what starts to ooze from me.
At times...
#erotic
#rhyming
#funny
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 6:46am
6th Nov 2019 6:46am
EROS ROSE SORE
Eros rose sore
from bed in raw,
wet wood to fore,
after withdraw.
His Venus war
already o'er,
seed left in core
of his amour
the crucial score.
from bed in raw,
wet wood to fore,
after withdraw.
His Venus war
already o'er,
seed left in core
of his amour
the crucial score.
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2019 7:08am
2nd Nov 2019 7:08am
KITCHEN BLENDING
This was the outcome she'd not intended -
until she met him when he attended,
a gorgeous guy, of nought to be offended.
Her post-repair plans were quick amended
while his prompt work she superintended.
When he had got her washing machine mended,
she led him on, advances unfended,
until she was by clothes undefended.
His skilful hands around her curves wended...
In the kitchen their bare bodies blended,
as she received his man tool extended,
before him but away from him bended.
He lifted her thighs, her feet upended.
Her...
until she met him when he attended,
a gorgeous guy, of nought to be offended.
Her post-repair plans were quick amended
while his prompt work she superintended.
When he had got her washing machine mended,
she led him on, advances unfended,
until she was by clothes undefended.
His skilful hands around her curves wended...
In the kitchen their bare bodies blended,
as she received his man tool extended,
before him but away from him bended.
He lifted her thighs, her feet upended.
Her...
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
124 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Oct 2019 6:33am
30th Oct 2019 6:33am
EARLY MORNING 69
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Oct 2019 7:20am
27th Oct 2019 7:20am
YEARNING AND LEAVING
Yearning
burning,
turning....
Waiting,
dating,
sating
mating....
Breathing
heaving,
relieving,
leaving.....
grieving.
burning,
turning....
Waiting,
dating,
sating
mating....
Breathing
heaving,
relieving,
leaving.....
grieving.
#lust
#erotic
#rhyming
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