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 Most poems unpublished.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
6th Apr 2013 10:35pm
6th Apr 2013 10:35pm
TO AN EROTIC POETESS
(Not a come-on from me to any of you, girls - this is written in the imagined shoes of a lad growing to manhood at a stage of life when good looking female celebrities attract questions among males of the 'Fancy her etc?' tone.)
You don’t know how much I am stirred
By you, O most poetic bird.
You are such a sexy writer,
The region of my pants gets tighter.
I could invite you, with a moan,
To come and see how much ‘it’s’ grown!
Your scenes, and titillating wit,
Make this young man feel ‘up for it’!
I’d leave you to make up your mind
If you’d like us...
You don’t know how much I am stirred
By you, O most poetic bird.
You are such a sexy writer,
The region of my pants gets tighter.
I could invite you, with a moan,
To come and see how much ‘it’s’ grown!
Your scenes, and titillating wit,
Make this young man feel ‘up for it’!
I’d leave you to make up your mind
If you’d like us...
1091 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 8:52pm
1st Apr 2013 8:52pm
HIS NAME ON HER
He traced its outline
With fingertips fine,
Saying, “I love you”
As he kissed the tattoo,
Something she’d just got
Put on that choice spot.
Devotional mark
Tempting him to lark,
His name on her skin
Drew him deep within.
With fingertips fine,
Saying, “I love you”
As he kissed the tattoo,
Something she’d just got
Put on that choice spot.
Devotional mark
Tempting him to lark,
His name on her skin
Drew him deep within.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Mar 2013 9:03pm
29th Mar 2013 9:03pm
ANTI BIKINI RANT
(Another verse inspired by John Feddeler’s poem “absolute women”. Imagined outburst of a Puritan Mr Angry over the then recently invented Bikini swimming costume, but is tripped up in his passion on his own slip of words.
The Vatican did pronounce against it and it was initially banned in Spain and Italy.)
Mister Puritan, breathing fire,
Fumed: “What’s this object of desire?
Louis Reard and Jacques Heim,
What inspired this visual crime?
Trying to raise the population
By spurring men to copulation?
Getting maidens to bare so much
Will...
The Vatican did pronounce against it and it was initially banned in Spain and Italy.)
Mister Puritan, breathing fire,
Fumed: “What’s this object of desire?
Louis Reard and Jacques Heim,
What inspired this visual crime?
Trying to raise the population
By spurring men to copulation?
Getting maidens to bare so much
Will...
848 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 10:14pm
27th Mar 2013 10:14pm
THE FIRST BIKINI GIRL
(This was written a few years ago but reading John Feddeler's "absolute women" (Erotic section) and the existing comments encouraged me to share this here.)
When Monsieur Louis Reard wanted to go
Put the two-piece cossie he designed on show,
No ‘decent’ model would volunteer
To wear – ‘Me be seen in it? No fear!’
So it fell to nightclub dancer, Micheline Bernardini,
The honour of modelling the first costume called ‘bikini’.
Named after the atoll in the south Pacific,
Where an A-bomb was tested, to be specific.
Like the bomb test it was...
When Monsieur Louis Reard wanted to go
Put the two-piece cossie he designed on show,
No ‘decent’ model would volunteer
To wear – ‘Me be seen in it? No fear!’
So it fell to nightclub dancer, Micheline Bernardini,
The honour of modelling the first costume called ‘bikini’.
Named after the atoll in the south Pacific,
Where an A-bomb was tested, to be specific.
Like the bomb test it was...
946 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 9:32pm
27th Mar 2013 9:32pm
The death of Billy Davitt
(Fictional - but a situation not entirely unknown.)
She confessed: “I killed Billy Davitt.
It was sex – wouldn’t let him have it.
When he got drunk it was his habit
To come upon me like a rabbit...
I pulled this knife, not mean to stab it,
But he got mad and tried to grab it...
He bled so fast I couldn’t dab it!"
DEFENCE LAWYER’S VOICE:
Such domestic violence is rife:
He would not heed his intended wife.
He could have stopped on seeing the knife
But he was too caught up in the strife.
His drink-blinded lust cost him his...
She confessed: “I killed Billy Davitt.
It was sex – wouldn’t let him have it.
When he got drunk it was his habit
To come upon me like a rabbit...
I pulled this knife, not mean to stab it,
But he got mad and tried to grab it...
He bled so fast I couldn’t dab it!"
DEFENCE LAWYER’S VOICE:
Such domestic violence is rife:
He would not heed his intended wife.
He could have stopped on seeing the knife
But he was too caught up in the strife.
His drink-blinded lust cost him his...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 6:54am
27th Mar 2013 6:54am
ALL-NIGHT GOURMET MEAL
(Title figurative - poem not about food.)
The wedding bells have made their peal;
In vows taken we made the deal
That on our marriage set the seal.
Memory plays like a film reel.
We long dreamed of this, now it’s real:
Off with my wedding clothes I peel,
To tantalisingly reveal
What he is free to see and feel
Till nothing is left to conceal.
At altar of my sex appeal,
Equally naked he does kneel.
Having been kissed from head to heel,
In throes of pleasure I do squeal:
This is not a quick snack we steal, ...
The wedding bells have made their peal;
In vows taken we made the deal
That on our marriage set the seal.
Memory plays like a film reel.
We long dreamed of this, now it’s real:
Off with my wedding clothes I peel,
To tantalisingly reveal
What he is free to see and feel
Till nothing is left to conceal.
At altar of my sex appeal,
Equally naked he does kneel.
Having been kissed from head to heel,
In throes of pleasure I do squeal:
This is not a quick snack we steal, ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 10:34pm
25th Mar 2013 10:34pm
Becoming a whole
In the hotel to which they stole,
After their hand-in-hand aisle stroll,
The light is off, it’s dark as coal.
They are each other’s totem pole.
From top of head to the foot sole,
A basic instinct takes control.
Skin pressed to skin and soul to soul,
Two halves express the married whole
As in the bridal bed they roll,
Sharing passive-aggressive role.
(As Frankie sang, "Make love your goal.")
Sated, they taste from the fruit bowl,
Each other's "great"-ness they extol.
They’re young, years have yet to take toll.
...
After their hand-in-hand aisle stroll,
The light is off, it’s dark as coal.
They are each other’s totem pole.
From top of head to the foot sole,
A basic instinct takes control.
Skin pressed to skin and soul to soul,
Two halves express the married whole
As in the bridal bed they roll,
Sharing passive-aggressive role.
(As Frankie sang, "Make love your goal.")
Sated, they taste from the fruit bowl,
Each other's "great"-ness they extol.
They’re young, years have yet to take toll.
...
916 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 1:35pm
23rd Mar 2013 1:35pm
Forsaking .....lovemaking
Vow taking -
Forsaking
Bed-breaking,
Child-making,
Claim-staking,
Crotch-aching,
Dead-waking,
Earth-quaking,
Fire-raking,
Lust-slaking,
Painstaking,
Piece-making,
Room-shaking,
Sweat-making,
Time-taking,
Unfaking
Lovemaking-
Heartbreaking!
Forsaking
Bed-breaking,
Child-making,
Claim-staking,
Crotch-aching,
Dead-waking,
Earth-quaking,
Fire-raking,
Lust-slaking,
Painstaking,
Piece-making,
Room-shaking,
Sweat-making,
Time-taking,
Unfaking
Lovemaking-
Heartbreaking!
994 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 9:22pm
21st Mar 2013 9:22pm
EMBARRASSING GUEST
A rampant couple making love
Could be heard from a floor above;
Those passionate, animal sounds
Drifted over the hotel grounds.
A loud-mouthed guest called: “DIRTY SLUT –
DON’T YOU LOT HAVE THE WINDOW SHUT?”
To which a loud male voice replied:
“THIS SO-CALLED “SLUT” IS MY NEW BRIDE!”
Thus defending the lady’s name.
The guest blushed in the deepest shame,
While his friend said: “Al, I think
That you have had enough to drink!
You always hear things you should not
When you have been drinking a lot!”
Could be heard from a floor above;
Those passionate, animal sounds
Drifted over the hotel grounds.
A loud-mouthed guest called: “DIRTY SLUT –
DON’T YOU LOT HAVE THE WINDOW SHUT?”
To which a loud male voice replied:
“THIS SO-CALLED “SLUT” IS MY NEW BRIDE!”
Thus defending the lady’s name.
The guest blushed in the deepest shame,
While his friend said: “Al, I think
That you have had enough to drink!
You always hear things you should not
When you have been drinking a lot!”
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 8:38pm
18th Mar 2013 8:38pm
GLIMPSE OF A WEEKEND AWAY
(Arose when thinking of poetic captions to the picture accompanying runningturtle87's poem "Glimpse", setting it in a larger scene. Shorter captions can be seen in the comments I attached to the original poem.)
Fair naked body, legs curled upon the floor,
B(e)aring fetching tattoos – what man could want more?
What a way to invite him into her core,
And to feast himself on the taste of l’amour
In the arms of the woman he does adore?
True love consummation, not a laddish “score”,
While, outside, a sea tide sounds on the sea shore,
To...
Fair naked body, legs curled upon the floor,
B(e)aring fetching tattoos – what man could want more?
What a way to invite him into her core,
And to feast himself on the taste of l’amour
In the arms of the woman he does adore?
True love consummation, not a laddish “score”,
While, outside, a sea tide sounds on the sea shore,
To...
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 6:25am
18th Mar 2013 6:25am
My back is all you will see....
(Inspired by Sapphire Eyes' "I love you But Not really (he says)", published in January in the same section, and its accompanying picture.)
My back is all you will see of me:
You have betrayed me most hurtfully.
I looked to you as my great White Knight -
Until I heard how you spent THAT night.
The rage that I felt screamed from my core:
What could I do about that whore?
When I see your face I see falsehood.
I confronted you best way I could,
I got a friend to write what I said
Before I lured you to the bed.
I...
My back is all you will see of me:
You have betrayed me most hurtfully.
I looked to you as my great White Knight -
Until I heard how you spent THAT night.
The rage that I felt screamed from my core:
What could I do about that whore?
When I see your face I see falsehood.
I confronted you best way I could,
I got a friend to write what I said
Before I lured you to the bed.
I...
920 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 9:01pm
17th Mar 2013 9:01pm
TARZAN AND JANE IN THE SHOWER
(Originated as a rhyming comment to the picture accompanying Legacy's "Gotta Please Him".)
Under the showerbath rain
He joked, "Me Tarzan, you Jane!"
"You have no comparison",
She said, "Me Jane, you Tarzan!"
They soon were heard for an hour
A-swinging in the shower,
With his famous jungle call
Echoing off the tiled wall.
Under the showerbath rain
He joked, "Me Tarzan, you Jane!"
"You have no comparison",
She said, "Me Jane, you Tarzan!"
They soon were heard for an hour
A-swinging in the shower,
With his famous jungle call
Echoing off the tiled wall.
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