Been thinking there was a lack of poetry on here so I'll start this to get people sharing their creativity.
-Doesn't have to be long or short (no need to measure your poem next to a sky remote).
-Just let it flow. Your choice if you want it to be funny, sad, introspective, or bizarre. Just enjoy, and be excellent to each other. |
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The mask obstructs her vision
The chains restrict her motion
The scent of sex and sweat
An intoxicating potion
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The constricting brace of leather
Holds her hands and legs apart.
The creak of a door
Footsteps on the floor
She knows it's just the start |
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If you can keep your erection when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can take disbelief and sarcasm when all forumites doubt you,
But make allowance for their sense of humour too;
If you can fuck and not be tired by fucking,
Or being blocked, don’t deal in blocks,
Or being fabbed, don’t give way to fabbing,
And yet don’t look too close, nor talk too much rot:
If you can wank—and not make wanking your master;
If you can think (whilst wanking) —and direct your splurting aim;
If you can meet with size-queens and those that yell “faster”
And treat those two fabsters just the same;
If you can bear to read the truth about your profile being written
Twisted by the forum and told you break the rule,
Or watch posts descend into chaos, or see tongues firmly bitten
And cum and repeat without rubbing out your tool
If you can make one heap of all your verifications
And risk it on one pic in lingerie,
And UNLOS and start again at blank, full of consternation
And never breathe a word about sucking cock being gay
If you can force your cock in anus, but say you are not bi
To keep posting long after the initial point of thread is gone,
And so hold on when the cum is ready to fly
And scream to your meet: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with people in clubs with dubious virtue,
Or fuck with queens and princesses — with golden pussy to touch,
If neither deleted message or blocks can hurt you,
If all men are competitors against you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving profile
With sixty words worth of sexy fun,
Yours is fab and everyone that’s on it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a swinger my son!
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I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well 
'On The Flop'
He once stood so proud
Like a sunflower in August
Perky and insatiable
Like a kitten on speed
How we miss the heady days
Up against a wall
Or atop a full spin
In the back seat
Or against the pub bin
Ready for action
Regardless of the time
Don't care who's watching
Just let him in.
Now it's December
And the hairs have turned silver grey
The heavy ample head bobs
Against a denimned leg
The scent of a lady love
Inviting and warm
Purring with delight
It perks once more
To reach the finish line
Envelop in her
With vinegar strokes
He's not on the flop
No sir not him.
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By *ookie46Woman
over a year ago
Deepest darkest Peru |
"I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well
'On The Flop'
He once stood so proud
Like a sunflower in August
Perky and insatiable
Like a kitten on speed
How we miss the heady days
Up against a wall
Or atop a full spin
In the back seat
Or against the pub bin
Ready for action
Regardless of the time
Don't care who's watching
Just let him in.
Now it's December
And the hairs have turned silver grey
The heavy ample head bobs
Against a denimned leg
The scent of a lady love
Inviting and warm
Purring with delight
It perks once more
To reach the finish line
Envelop in her
With vinegar strokes
He's not on the flop
No sir not him.
"
You’re my winner  |
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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago
Whitley Bay |
"I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well
'On The Flop'
He once stood so proud
Like a sunflower in August
Perky and insatiable
Like a kitten on speed
How we miss the heady days
Up against a wall
Or atop a full spin
In the back seat
Or against the pub bin
Ready for action
Regardless of the time
Don't care who's watching
Just let him in.
Now it's December
And the hairs have turned silver grey
The heavy ample head bobs
Against a denimned leg
The scent of a lady love
Inviting and warm
Purring with delight
It perks once more
To reach the finish line
Envelop in her
With vinegar strokes
He's not on the flop
No sir not him.
"
Love it!
Ooo I love poetry too x |
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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago
Whitley Bay |
Play me with your banter
Then stroke my mind with depth of soul
Surf in on a tide of curiosity
And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs
In a golden temple
Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io
And pour warmth over my freckly skin
And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins
Chase your dragon into my lair
Be all you and be willing to taste all me
Listen deeply like your breath has ears
Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes
Then lotus open and let go
A light approach into candle lit caves
Meet wherever we land
Be it soft ground or insane heights
let the animal of you find the animal of me
Rip open a fresh carcass
Of
delicious
earthly
delights
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"Play me with your banter
Then stroke my mind with depth of soul
Surf in on a tide of curiosity
And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs
In a golden temple
Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io
And pour warmth over my freckly skin
And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins
Chase your dragon into my lair
Be all you and be willing to taste all me
Listen deeply like your breath has ears
Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes
Then lotus open and let go
A light approach into candle lit caves
Meet wherever we land
Be it soft ground or insane heights
let the animal of you find the animal of me
Rip open a fresh carcass
Of
delicious
earthly
delights
"
Another delight. Like reading a spell, as I read this, I can almost hear sitars. |
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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago
Whitley Bay |
"Play me with your banter
Then stroke my mind with depth of soul
Surf in on a tide of curiosity
And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs
In a golden temple
Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io
And pour warmth over my freckly skin
And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins
Chase your dragon into my lair
Be all you and be willing to taste all me
Listen deeply like your breath has ears
Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes
Then lotus open and let go
A light approach into candle lit caves
Meet wherever we land
Be it soft ground or insane heights
let the animal of you find the animal of me
Rip open a fresh carcass
Of
delicious
earthly
delights
Another delight. Like reading a spell, as I read this, I can almost hear sitars."
And by sunrise you'll find yourself at my door dressed in a sarong with offerings for the norse goddess Freya  |
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I love this feeling,
when the sheets are in a jumble.
Where we find ourselves
in an early morning fumble.
Our eyes still sleepy,
resembling a zombie.
yet our loins have awoken
before we've had our coffee
You wrap your leg around me,
you start to grind.
With unopened eyes we start to kiss
Our bodies intertwined.
It's hard to find the words at such a time,
at best we only mumble.
So we say good morning in our special way,
with an early morning fumble. |
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The passion, venom heat does sear, course through vein as you draw near. The moonlight reflects in gleaming eye, your lips curled red release a sigh. Your perfumed notes of stories told, your dancing hair, your stance so bold. You're top to tail a fabulous thing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing
Your thighs afire, your back arched fair, I hunger for that taste so rare. My breath it stirs your nipples taught and in your desire that breath was caught. Your skin as soft as butter milk, over pouting lips tongue slides like silk. Your smile, your eyes of promise bring, come take my hand tonight we'll swing
The sweetness in your hidden deep, a whispered voice sets heart to leap. The turning sun it cannot hide, the urges hidden deep inside. Your symphony of breathless sighs, causes shaft to firm and tip to rise. Your falling tress, my heart does sing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing
Entwined like vines we are as one, the wine is d*unk the night half done. And as the dawn kisses hedge awake, our hunger sated, no thirst to slake. This is our first meet with more to come? Who knows, kiss me deeply, last night we swung. |
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Outside the chip shop , saturday night , a bald adolescent asked me out for a fight, he was no bigger than a twopenny fart , he was a deft exponent of the martial art, he gave me three warnings , trod on me toes , a kidney punch made me eyes explode........ |
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To C
Pillows, pressed flat
Sheets, wet with sweat
The mattress sweet with sticky heat
Your feet, my feet spent now
With the climbing of what
Ladders prove to be each other’s
Bodies rise, fall, rise
The daring lock of eyes upon eyes but
Sighing we prise apart and set
The question of our nakedness upon your bed.
You’re still half-asleep as I leave,
Faint, familiar sounds announce to you,
(if you hear)
I’ve found my clothes
The slap of bare sole on marble floor,
metallic tang of jeans being fastened,
I turn to the door,
One glance back into the darkness,
Memories of something shared.
Of something bared.
Of something closer, still. x
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I need, need you to hold me close.
To feel the rhythm of your heart.
Your warm breath upon my skin.
Consumed with feeling you so close time is standing still.
Now we must part but I will always carry you within.
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over a year ago
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A curious mind that wanders
And a body full of lust
Whispers gently in your ear
to act before it’s lost
To taste the fruits of others
And smell their scent with yours
Sharing your desires
Addicted to the cause
Breathing in the freedom
The delicacy of skin
Letting loose the kinks
That are hiding deep within.
Freeing up your inner self
The deviant inside
With other sexy players
On the liberating ride
Baring all your secrets
Your passions and your kinks
To find that big release
And be a truly sexy minx
Written by me just now. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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My mind begins to wander
To thoughts of steamy nights
I cannot help but wonder
When I'll next taste your delights
We shared some hot encounters
Which began with an embrace
From sex on the kitchen counter
To you sitting on my face
I'd love to get my hands on you
It's all that I desire
My loins are throbbing hard for you
You've set my sex on fire
If only you were with me now
Bent over, waiting and bare
I would slip it in and begin to plow
While pulling on your hair
I know you like a spanking
And a finger in your bum
So get here and you'll be thanking
Me for giving you the thumb
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