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Poetry
I'm not sure if this has been done before, but is there an interest in Pixie land for poets/poetry?. I wrote what follows as another way of expressing my fascination with all things sexual.
Breathing deep and turning over Her arm falls draped across his chest, Their bodies lie completely sated Enveloped in contented rest. The sweat-stained sheets bear silent witness To an eager passionate embrace. When she took him fully in her. When he gently kissed her face. Their bodies heaved as one together Harmonizing rhythmic sighs, Moans and groans of urgent pleasure She bit his hand to stifle cries. And then she felt his muscles pulsing As he reached climactic goal, Her willing lust coursing through her, All consuming. Body and soul. And now each one entwined with t’other Dreams of when they both will stir And once again they’ll feast together She on him and he on her. |
Three thumbs up!!
Excellent Poem Glyndwr!
Loved it! |
The Midnight's Kiss
Angels descend on her silky skin
Caressing naked flesh with probing wings Parting lips of untold secrets and sin With a kiss so deep like scorpion stings And the lovely bloodletting that love brings Wrapped in the eyes of the young nymph's dream Erupting to flow forth--spilling warm cream. (c) 2000 jamar alexander |
Damn!
Now I have a new favorite thing...sexy poetry. I loved them both! I love the fact that they were sensual not just sexual. Sex is such a sensory experience and to be able to write so beautifully descriptive about it is a gift! I look forward to reading more...:) ~~~~~~~~~>Lilith
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Those are Great! They are both fine pieces of work... like Lilith said, very sensual.
(And since Diva doesn't really have a third thumb, she can hold up my cock... ;) ) |
Re: Poetry
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I was wondering that, too. I searched the story area and found there was no erotic poetry section. :( I'm not sure how hard it is to add a board/Area to a bulletin board site, but would a poetry section be enjoyed here? I know I'd like it. ~Linds |
I think a poetry section sounds like a great idea! I love what's been posted in this thread so far... Something about poetry allows for a much 'thicker' description --- the imagery can be so much more intense when it doesn't have to fit together literally. And the form allows a great deal of freedom... So yes, I say, let's have a poetry section!!! I might even have to dig out some of my own work to share there too, if there's enough interest!
--- sweetstuff |
Love Letters from a sub...
~By Lindsay Rae~ In the darkest hours of night I lie awake in my bed Visions of You Fill my head Your gentle touch Is what I long for To see You again, Standing at my door Your arms full of baggage, Your eyes saying You're here to stay You forever in my life... Oh, how I long for that day! I call You Master With the greatest respect For our bond is special Anyone can detect The feelings I hold for You Are dear and true They are taken from my heart And given to You With each new day I love You more and more In each unique way, You make me soar! |
Love Letters from a sub, part II...
~By Lindsay Rae~ The blindfold makes everything black The stereo makes sound lack The bindings upon my body’s tight Though if not bound, I would not fight As the crop comes down upon my flesh Pain and pleasure will surely mesh A soft cry escapes my lips As You test on me the many whips “That’s a good whore,” You say to me Through Your words, I truly feel free I’m sure others man not understand But Your love keeps my life far from bland! You spank me even when I’m good And I enjoy it as a good girl should You twist my nipples just to tease But You’re always kind enough to please After our session is done Our hearts, they become one Nestled safely in Your arms is where I’ll stay Until the next time we decide to play Sharing my life with You is never a dull thing So many wonderful things to this relationship You bring I love You, Michael, with all my soul And my heart, You surely stole! |
Excellent
I had never realised the power of erotic peotry - these are wow.......and beautifully sensual.
I will be looking forward to more. Thanks for starting the thread Glyndwr! |
Not exactly the Erotic vein, but.....
~No apology~
I'd say I was sorry For causing such a stir But honestly I did not know Exactly where you were The long night of drinking Had my inner compass bent I meant to exit camp, and pee Then sneak back to my tent I would like to apologize For pissing on your hubby Jim But you and I know very well- That man wasn't him. |
Oh, well... here's another weak attempt...
Standing silent once spoken the words became broken
as she offered a token by removing a shoe. He had erred only slightly at her request of the nightly And the room had too brightly exposed his “snafu.” He apparently expected too much, but rejected His mistake was projected from an inner-self storm. She passed him his clothes as she buried her nose In her hands the noise rose as she laughed at his bare form. (been there) |
She mounts him bravely.
Her nipples erect, blushes. Her body shudders. |
When Passion Cried
A practical joke?
They thought that might be her answer She’s reaching out and wanting help Whether the first time was real or not, she will understand And in the end she will laugh, They know her so well, after all. It shall be one to free her of guilt and lies Distract her broken heart Put a smile on her face, happiness in her heart And in the end she will laugh, They know her so well, after all. It shall heal, mend and free her very soul Teach her self-awareness, self-acceptance and self-control Disguise it with her own passions, desires, and needs And in the end she will laugh, They know her so well, after all. Disregard her emotions, ignore her tears Damn any rules, they will all have fun It’s only a joke, who cares how it’s done. And in the end she will laugh, They know her so well, after all. A practical joke? Her mind spins, her eyes question Distrust sets in giving way to a disbelieving heart Withdraw, retreat and silence once again In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried Yes they know her so well, after all. Guilt was used, lies were added upon to gain her trust Have her repeat her story, break her heart once more The smile froze, the heart stopped In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried Yes they know her so well, after all. Healing with false passion, mending with magic tricks, her soul with empty promises A lesson of shameful lust, non-acceptance and losing control Rejecting her dreams of passions, desires and needs. In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried Yes they know her so well, after all. Continuous tearing of her emotions, never blind to her tears Damn the rules, she did too, she should be having fun What difference should it make if this time was all arranged In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried Yes they know her so well, after all. A practical joke? She looks through eyes seeing nothing, the tears dry up She moves about feeling nothing, the heart now closed Her mind still reeling in disbelief at the cruelty Because in the end it wasn’t real, and she doesn’t understand the joke They know her not, they never will. |
Tammi,
A very heartfelt poem.... describes very well how it feels to be wounded. Thanks for sharing~~~~~~~~>Lilith
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Hi Tammi
Very moving |
I had never thought of using poetry in such a wild way. The best way to get to the point across to the reader. Lets have more of this sexy literature. well done all of the poets.
xXx Misancha xXx |
The Seduction
~By Lindsay Rae~
I lie awake at the darkest hours of night I feel the heavy chains of slumber hold me down As I try to escape my pillowy prison I shiver, though the room is quite warm I feel the soft, feathery touch of fingertips As they glide gently across my skin Each touch feels like the first time My breath quickens slightly As a finger brushes against my nipple Slowly the fingertips tickle their way up my arm Leaving goose bumps in their path They caress my cheek and the side of my neck Ever so slightly, they travel down my sides And across my tummy I can feel the fiery warmth build up inside me As the fingers play with my curly hair As if by instinct I part my legs I offer myself to the sweet seduction As I have many times before... |
Beautiful......
beautiful Tigress, sensual and mmmmmm............so erotic
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Thank you. :o
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Very well spoken Tigress, and sensual as well as erotic.. ;)
I like it a lot! :D |
Thanks babe. :)
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Wow, there's some fantastic writing posted here! It's so inspiring --- in all the best senses of the word! ;) Hooray for all the PixiePoets!!!
You've all inspired me to drag out some of my writing... It's not exactly erotic, although it hovers on the edge. I guess most of it qualifies more as 'sensual' than as 'erotic' --- hope it's appropriate here anyway. --- sweetstuff |
If your sketches are any kind of indicator, I'm sure your writing will be well received also! ;)
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the scent of you
the scent of you drifts into me delirium my altered consciousness telescopes you become horizon foreground the whole picture the landscape in your eyes is suddenly the only one I see and the warm heartbeat of your arm around me the gentle weight anchors me to you otherwise I would fly spinning out of control lost in the universe of your smile |
mmmmmmm.... I think I'm melting... ;) That was beautiful and moving Sweetstuff. *sigh*
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your breath
your breath on my neck my fingers along your spine my heart in yours your quivering devotion my naked elation your soft skin your hard tongue your heartbeat thundering mine too my life on fire my love I love the feel of you my hunger your excitement our love |
Hips grinding obscenely.
Orgasmic waves receding. She smiles happily. |
Nubian ---
I love your writing! Your poems are so much the opposite of my own in form, but you capture very well the kind of sensuality and vivid imagery that I only aim for... I'm in awe! Please, keep writing, and keep sharing your work! --- sweetstuff |
Thanks SFC. I am really touched that you enjoy my (admittedly amateurish) attemp at Haiku.
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Nubian
I am a freak for all types of Haiku. Mine fall in the realm of nature but sex being natural I guess I may have to try a few too. Keep up the good work.......~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith
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(Here's where we veer away from the erotic and land more completely in the realm of the sensual and romantic... Hope you all enjoy this anyway.)
illumination he laughs you into sunshine alone you are depthless as a grey day monotone but the moment he opens his indigo eyes mundanity shatters you are a technicolour rainbow in your eyes vibrant colour saturates the room and even unbelievably swirls into you suddenly you believe in beauty his brilliant love shines from your eyes and you are sunlight he is laughter together you are joy |
Thanks Lilith
Look forward to seing some of your work, natural or otherwise.
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To my Wife
Eyes ever inviting,
Tongue eternally probing, Bodies meshed in Love. |
The First Time
The lights were dimmed The wine was chilled I yearned for the morning after For each time I touched my girl She burst out into laughter I started well We kissed and touched But then my luck ran dry I ran my fingers Through her hair And poked her in the eye The scented oil At £10 a throw Would leave her begging for more I opened her top And the oil’s top Then spilt it all over the floor I lowered my pants Down past my knees But then I got a cramp I made a grab For something near And hit her with the lamp When she came around I’d carried on And was down to shirt and a sock She opened her mouth But slipped on the oil And bit the end of my cock So that was my first And maybe my last No more will a girl get my spunk For after this time I’ve now seen the light And I’m starting a job as a monk |
Sweetstuff, I must say I love your poetry... ;)
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Glyndwr:
Gotta say... I laughed as much as I cringed!
I loved it! |
Glyndwr
That was wonderful. I could actually picture that and am still laughing. Being a rather clutzy female at times, I have can relate well to that. Thanks for the laugh.
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Glyndwr
Were you there the first time I attempted to do that as well..... If I remember right it actually ended in bloodshed. I am soooooo glad that practice makes perfect :) You are wonderfully creative!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith
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Glyndwr --- That was hilarious!!!!
Nubian --- I loved your last poem, as I knew I would. Your work is terrific! Do you have more you could share with us? And Lilith --- I for one would love to see some of your writing, sex-themed or no. One of the things I love about this place is that it's a chance to share both who we are as sexual beings, and who we are as total beings. Any chance to learn how people Pixies' folk think and live beyond their sexuality makes the sexy stuff so much more colourful and vibrant! Besides, I think you have a natural sense for words and imagery, from what you've posted elsewhere, and I'd love to see how you put it to use in your poetry... Meanwhile, here are two more of mine... (This is another sensual but non-erotic one... Love, even when not being expressed sexually, is always a very physical, sensory thing to me.) goodnight your face rumpled with needing sleep flushed with that ache of tiredness awakes within me a sudden softness and a yearning to gather you with blankets into sleep to run cool fingers over your burning eyes drawing out the wrinkled worries from your forehead to curl my limbs against yours and breathe with you into serenity to join heartbeats in the rocking-chair pulse of dreams wanting nothing more than to wake up beside you in the expansive warmth of your smile forever (This one dates from 1999, about a month before I started dating my current b/f --- my first and only really serious relationship. I've always thought that the poem conveyed the frustration of inexperience fairly well... It's obviously not as dreamy or idyllic as the other poems I've posted.) pandora pandora's box won't open her world is good and pure and terrifyingly bland cold grey mush forced down her choking throat pandora shakes her box hears the electric brilliance of jalepeño lust a spectacular consuming wish for desire another rattle elicits the serrated crash of anger trembling its tension against the citrus thrill of jealousy flambé pandora tears at the lock fingers bleeding the only colour in a vile cardboard landscape she gnaws at a rusted hinge ravenous for particles of escaped spice powdered evil spilled she smells its exotic promise but it remains imprisoned try as she might pandora's box won't open. |
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