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 Most poems unpublished.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
19th Feb 2013 6:22am
19th Feb 2013 6:22am
EVE ON THE BEACH
(Not autobiographical)
We booked the hottest week in June
To have our second honeymoon.
Where, as a couple, by the sea,
We refreshed our intimacy…
She comes, a bikinied Eve on the beach,
Offering not an apple but her peach.
Her top comes off, her breasts like clustered grape,
Then off comes the bottom, and I go ape!
For we are now in the naturist zone,
But, like the first couple, we’re on our own.
Like Good Samaritan, I do likewise,
Taking down my trunks to expose my thighs.
In this beautiful, natural context,
It...
We booked the hottest week in June
To have our second honeymoon.
Where, as a couple, by the sea,
We refreshed our intimacy…
She comes, a bikinied Eve on the beach,
Offering not an apple but her peach.
Her top comes off, her breasts like clustered grape,
Then off comes the bottom, and I go ape!
For we are now in the naturist zone,
But, like the first couple, we’re on our own.
Like Good Samaritan, I do likewise,
Taking down my trunks to expose my thighs.
In this beautiful, natural context,
It...
#sex
#erotic
#beach #rhyming
#beach #rhyming
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 9:26pm
16th Feb 2013 9:26pm
COMMANDO
It is a secret that I know;
That she likes to “go commando”.
She comes to me in sexy dress,
With underlying nakedness,
Wearing war-paint upon her face,
That on my skin will leave a trace.
She daringly assaults my senses,
Leapfrogging my moral defences.
With my weapon I take a stand,
And then we grapple hand-to-hand.
I end up piercing her body,
At which she submits willingly.
That she likes to “go commando”.
She comes to me in sexy dress,
With underlying nakedness,
Wearing war-paint upon her face,
That on my skin will leave a trace.
She daringly assaults my senses,
Leapfrogging my moral defences.
With my weapon I take a stand,
And then we grapple hand-to-hand.
I end up piercing her body,
At which she submits willingly.
1023 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 6:54am
15th Feb 2013 6:54am
REPLY TO 'THE MONSTER WITHIN YOU'
(This was inspired by Miss Jayne's poem 'The Monster Within You' on which I have commented.)
This monster I will keep in cage
Till we are wed, then we engage
In staking our conjugal claim
(Think background music of “Je t’aime”).
When our wedding vows have been said,
The beast can come out on parade.
Till then, we keep down its power
Through prayer and a colder shower.
This monster I will keep in cage
Till we are wed, then we engage
In staking our conjugal claim
(Think background music of “Je t’aime”).
When our wedding vows have been said,
The beast can come out on parade.
Till then, we keep down its power
Through prayer and a colder shower.
787 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:10pm
13th Feb 2013 10:10pm
EROTIC VALENTINE MESSAGE
I had a dream we didst entwine
As lovers, on a bed divine,
Exchanging kisses sweet as wine.
You said, “For this, fate did design;
You were meant, no doubt, to be mine.
We are like two grapes on a vine!”
So I will take it as a sign
To ask, “If your heart does incline,
Then, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?”
As lovers, on a bed divine,
Exchanging kisses sweet as wine.
You said, “For this, fate did design;
You were meant, no doubt, to be mine.
We are like two grapes on a vine!”
So I will take it as a sign
To ask, “If your heart does incline,
Then, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?”
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:07pm
13th Feb 2013 10:07pm
VALENTINE MESSAGE (UNDER 40 WORDS)
Roses are red, violets are blue;
We may live far from each other’s view
But through your words I do notice you.
If this grips your heart, I leave you to
Suggest, one-to-one, what we next do!
We may live far from each other’s view
But through your words I do notice you.
If this grips your heart, I leave you to
Suggest, one-to-one, what we next do!
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 6:40am
12th Feb 2013 6:40am
I GIVE YOU THIS ROSE
I give you this rose, choose where you wear;
It may be in your bosom, or hair,
Or to the side as on a lapel,
The badge which says that you are "ma belle".
For this is a new variety,
At moment rare - and named after me.
You take me aback with your reply:
“It is so sweet – but these roses die.
A lasting one I do wear for you,
You alone can see – it’s a tattoo!
Come indoors, love, and you can see where;
After all, it is chilly out there!”
It may be in your bosom, or hair,
Or to the side as on a lapel,
The badge which says that you are "ma belle".
For this is a new variety,
At moment rare - and named after me.
You take me aback with your reply:
“It is so sweet – but these roses die.
A lasting one I do wear for you,
You alone can see – it’s a tattoo!
Come indoors, love, and you can see where;
After all, it is chilly out there!”
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 9:35pm
10th Feb 2013 9:35pm
RALPH (pronounced 'RAFE')
I always feel secure and safe
In arms of my beloved Ralph.
A man of upright Christian faith,
Who calls small-breasted me “my waif”,
Whose hands, worked at the plane and lathe,
Stir up my skin but do not chafe.
In arms of my beloved Ralph.
A man of upright Christian faith,
Who calls small-breasted me “my waif”,
Whose hands, worked at the plane and lathe,
Stir up my skin but do not chafe.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 9:54pm
9th Feb 2013 9:54pm
MY SLEEPING GIANT
I am not a doormat pliant
When you wake my sleeping giant
That goes under the name of Lust,
Speaks loudest in the pelvic thrust.
I promised you no easy ride
The day you took me for your bride,
For I will give good as I’ve got
When my fierce passion runs red-hot.
You can’t easily give the slip
To me when you’re in my limbs’ grip.
While all outside is darkest night
We hold each other squeezy tight
In absence of our self control,
Or else out of the bed we’d roll!
For I can ride so good and hard
We might be heard in next backyard!
When you wake my sleeping giant
That goes under the name of Lust,
Speaks loudest in the pelvic thrust.
I promised you no easy ride
The day you took me for your bride,
For I will give good as I’ve got
When my fierce passion runs red-hot.
You can’t easily give the slip
To me when you’re in my limbs’ grip.
While all outside is darkest night
We hold each other squeezy tight
In absence of our self control,
Or else out of the bed we’d roll!
For I can ride so good and hard
We might be heard in next backyard!
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 9:30pm
8th Feb 2013 9:30pm
AFTER DAY IN THE MARKET
(Set in East End of London, earlier era than 'Eastenders'.)
After a day in the market hawking,
Our loyal customers cash out-forking,
And a healthy profit we’re up-chalking
Against the dire poverty that’s stalking.
When our feet have done the homeward walking,
A shared booze bottle we’d been uncorking,
Our hands and our bodies do the talking.
You say you’re my Queen, beg “Do me more, King!”
Nine months later, a new baby’s squawking.
After a day in the market hawking,
Our loyal customers cash out-forking,
And a healthy profit we’re up-chalking
Against the dire poverty that’s stalking.
When our feet have done the homeward walking,
A shared booze bottle we’d been uncorking,
Our hands and our bodies do the talking.
You say you’re my Queen, beg “Do me more, King!”
Nine months later, a new baby’s squawking.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 9:08pm
3rd Feb 2013 9:08pm
BLACK-WHITE COUPLE
(Best appreciated as set in the days these were novelties in white communities and coal was the staple domestic fuel. BTW poet is white.)
I am black as coal that gives our home heat;
You white as the milk we drink and bread eat.
Without me you would shiver in life’s cold,
Without you I would starve ere I grow old.
Together we live in holy wedlock,
Our faith and faithfulness be our great rock.
Our mixed-race children bear proud our surname,
And bear their blended colour without shame.
I am black as coal that gives our home heat;
You white as the milk we drink and bread eat.
Without me you would shiver in life’s cold,
Without you I would starve ere I grow old.
Together we live in holy wedlock,
Our faith and faithfulness be our great rock.
Our mixed-race children bear proud our surname,
And bear their blended colour without shame.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 4:01pm
3rd Feb 2013 4:01pm
LOVE LIKE A TATTOO
She wore their love like a tattoo
In or out of other folks’ view;
An acquisition not pain-free
But enhanced sense of her beauty.
It was close to her as her skin,
Giving her her mischievous grin,
Coming across like Mona Lisa,
A sign something special pleased her.
When stood before the mirror, bare
And alone, it was still there.
It was a source of shared delight
And laughter on a dating night.
It came out more in summertime
When the temperatures would climb
And more of her skin was let bare;
If others saw, well, did she...
In or out of other folks’ view;
An acquisition not pain-free
But enhanced sense of her beauty.
It was close to her as her skin,
Giving her her mischievous grin,
Coming across like Mona Lisa,
A sign something special pleased her.
When stood before the mirror, bare
And alone, it was still there.
It was a source of shared delight
And laughter on a dating night.
It came out more in summertime
When the temperatures would climb
And more of her skin was let bare;
If others saw, well, did she...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 9:19pm
25th Jan 2013 9:19pm
REPLY TO 'EXPOSE YOUR POETRY'
An imagined,smitten poet's response to poem by Kitty aka Somelikeithot.
It started as a wistful thought
When on that night my eye you caught.
After we chatted, had a dance
I sensed an oncoming romance.
We parted but you left for me
An email address, to contact thee.
I couldn't get out of my mind
Your ample curves, so well defined.
My feelings deepened towards lust
About your shapely hips and bust.
But I feared that you would rebuff
Me for talking in red hot stuff.
My language kept under control,
I tried a way to bare my soul.
...
It started as a wistful thought
When on that night my eye you caught.
After we chatted, had a dance
I sensed an oncoming romance.
We parted but you left for me
An email address, to contact thee.
I couldn't get out of my mind
Your ample curves, so well defined.
My feelings deepened towards lust
About your shapely hips and bust.
But I feared that you would rebuff
Me for talking in red hot stuff.
My language kept under control,
I tried a way to bare my soul.
...
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6 Comments
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