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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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