Challenge: Poetry for the People Part 2

[clock1]

Unmentionable

Eyes locked briefly
looked away
repeated
over
then over
again

Finally the approach
a brief encounter
words exchanged
a dance engaged

Whispers and giggles
amidst the music
voices silky smooth
a rendezvous arranged

Under where
stars illuminated
hand in hand
toward destination
some safe haven

Wind issued cool touch
as skin became exposed
private garments
cast away

Touch unencumbered
by delicacies
carefully chosen
unseen in the dark
unfound in the haste
as others came close

Morning light
found the waves
lapping gently
unmentioned
by the shell seakers

 

[Sara Crewe]

I'm in but I probably won't have anything to show for my in-ness until I return home.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

w00t! Sara Sighting!

You're one of the reasons I made the deadline pretty generous. I knew you'd want in on this one.

w00t! Hope the vacation is being graceful and amusing.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My lord I do entreat you
do not my garments soil
your hand upon my ankle
please see that I recoil.
My finest silken stockings
torn by your manly hand
begone you are a ruffian
I wear a wedding band.
Oh sire I do entreat you
do not my bloomers take
for I will have the vapours
at every move you make.
This moaning that I'm making?
for sure 'tis all in vain
oh master disregard my cries
and open me again

 

[PandoraGlitters]

UYS you made me giggle out loud. Also, Welcome to the PF&D Clock1: auspicious beginning.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

My lord I do entreat you
do not my garments soil
your hand upon my ankle
please see that I recoil.
My finest silken stockings
torn by your manly hand
begone you are a ruffian
I wear a wedding band.
Oh sire I do entreat you
do not my bloomers take
for I will have the vapours
at every move you make.
This moaning that I'm making?
for sure 'tis all in vain
oh master disregard my cries
and open me again

That is adorable. I think we need to set it to music.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yellow rose of Texas ?!!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Yellow rose of Texas ?!!

*laughing out loud*

PERFECT!

bj

 

[sassynyc]

My lord I do entreat you
do not my garments soil
your hand upon my ankle
please see that I recoil.
My finest silken stockings
torn by your manly hand
begone you are a ruffian
I wear a wedding band.
Oh sire I do entreat you
do not my bloomers take
for I will have the vapours
at every move you make.
This moaning that I'm making?
for sure 'tis all in vain
oh master disregard my cries
and open me again

*cackles*
You are priceless.

Clock1, you know how to make an entrance. Nice work.

 

[sassynyc]

Sweet Sticky Thing link

Give me the candy jar
and I could easily succumb
to the wages of sin
by way of sugar coma

I want to cross Jordan
wearing the wryest of smiles
Caramel poured
in a banana split thong
Serve me up, Foster style
No spoon, no plate
just hot
sticky-sweet

Find me rapt
in black licorice laces
that snake their way
‘round infinity

Sync with me
into plush cups
of succulent peach
and triangle slices
of sheer tangerine

I shudder under
the butterfly flutter
of your tongue, over
suckable, sweet-sour
cherry seams

Yin and yang, I am sugar
to your rush
Intoxicated with you
high on me

 

[Remec]

Lingerie

It's all about variety.
Even when the material is
more or less the same,
but how it's put to use, that
is the key

Uplifting. Separating, Slimming
Teasing me with a peek of a
strap, a flash of flesh trying its
best to emerge from within
soft, silky, satiny enclosures.

But,
I know all about Victoria's Secret,
tell me yours.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Sweet Sticky Thing link

Give me the candy jar
and I could easily succumb
to the wages of sin
by way of sugar coma

I want to cross Jordan
wearing the wryest of smiles
Caramel poured
in a banana split thong
Serve me up, Foster style
No spoon, no plate
just hot
sticky-sweet

Find me rapt
in black licorice laces
that snake their way
‘round infinity

Sync with me
into plush cups
of succulent peach
and triangle slices
of sheer tangerine

I shudder under
the butterfly flutter
of your tongue, over
suckable, sweet-sour
cherry seams

Yin and yang, I am sugar
to your rush
Intoxicated with you
high on me

oh that is really, really hot. really hot.
golly.

bj

 

[sassynyc]

It's all about variety.
Even when the material is
more or less the same,
but how it's put to use, that
is the key

Uplifting. Separating, Slimming
Teasing me with a peek of a
strap, a flash of flesh trying its
best to emerge from within
soft, silky, satiny enclosures.

But,
I know all about Victoria's Secret,
tell me yours.

*flames*
that is poetry, all by itself....very hot poetry.


eta: *blushing*.....thanks bj.

 

[sassynyc]

Undone link

Removal is an art form
with respect for skill
Regard it as Tantra
and it becomes religion

Prey on me, as if in prayer
descended on bent knees
in worship

Listen with all five ears
Pay attention, to the give
of the unmentioned
where it meets my skin

The catch and release
of breath, deep
inside me, speaks volumes
of your technique

Rough fingertips
impress soft skin,
welcome to invade
my last barrier
this nylon gate
to the Promised Land

Just the right pressure
on the small of my back
A slow slip south
lets you in

Caress your way beneath
the trim
and inhale me
like cinnamon smoke

One last tug
of ribbon and mesh
at the mercy of pearly whites
and I come undone

 

[darkmaas]

Sackcloth and Asses

::


wear burlap panties
though you hate
the way they itch
poor dear it’s hard
sit still and press
damp sackcloth thighs
together we will dine
slowly ripen
sticky soft and moist as peaches

later I’ll peel you
engorged and pink
then I shall sup
on your release



::

 

[Anschul]

fingers play
upon silken strands
that lay softly
upon silken shoulders,
follow the curve
of lovely breast,
of rising desire,
of rising expectations.

translucent gauze
masks translucent flesh
with raging red-brown tips
rising urgently to meet
raging red-brown lips;
urgent hands
divine wispy sheath
to find the sacred center
of woman's moment.

playful lips
pull firm white cover
from instrument of pain,
instrument of pleasure,
insistent in its rising,
insistent in its purpose,
to cleave the flower,
and raise the temperature.

fabrics fly
in random fashion
as impatient lovers
dampen bedsheets
with sweat and residue,
sweet bouquet,
sweet relief.

 

[Anschul]

My goodness...What time's the next train to New York?

Sweet Sticky Thing link

Give me the candy jar
and I could easily succumb
to the wages of sin
by way of sugar coma

I want to cross Jordan
wearing the wryest of smiles
Caramel poured
in a banana split thong
Serve me up, Foster style
No spoon, no plate
just hot
sticky-sweet

Find me rapt
in black licorice laces
that snake their way
‘round infinity

Sync with me
into plush cups
of succulent peach
and triangle slices
of sheer tangerine

I shudder under
the butterfly flutter
of your tongue, over
suckable, sweet-sour
cherry seams

Yin and yang, I am sugar
to your rush
Intoxicated with you
high on me

Undone link

Removal is an art form
with respect for skill
Regard it as Tantra
and it becomes religion

Prey on me, as if in prayer
descended on bent knees
in worship

Listen with all five ears
Pay attention, to the give
of the unmentioned
where it meets my skin

The catch and release
of breath, deep
inside me, speaks volumes
of your technique

Rough fingertips
impress soft skin,
welcome to invade
my last barrier
this nylon gate
to the Promised Land

Just the right pressure
on the small of my back
A slow slip south
lets you in

Caress your way beneath
the trim
and inhale me
like cinnamon smoke

One last tug
of ribbon and mesh
at the mercy of pearly whites
and I come undone

 

[sassynyc]

My goodness...What time's the next train to New York?

you could be pulling into grand central station in time for dinner......and dessert.

 

[Anschul]

you could be pulling into grand central station in time for dinner......and dessert.

And maybe some Zabaglione after?

 

[sassynyc]

And maybe some Zabaglione after?

sure thing, doll face.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

If you're serving that over fresh blueberries I'll be hopping a train as well.

It'll take me longer to get there, but hey, it's worth it.

zabaglione is nice too.

bj

 

[Angeline]

::


wear burlap panties
though you hate
the way they itch
poor dear it’s hard
sit still and press
damp sackcloth thighs
together we will dine
slowly ripen
sticky soft and moist as peaches

later I’ll peel you
engorged and pink
then I shall sup
on your release



::

Burlap huh? You sound absolutely Catholic, dearest. Love the title, too.

 

[sassynyc]

If you're serving that over fresh blueberries I'll be hopping a train as well.

It'll take me longer to get there, but hey, it's worth it.

zabaglione is nice too.

bj

um, you know you'll have to bring the camera. i like a memento.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

um, you know you'll have to bring the camera. i like a memento.

We'll have to bring someone in to take the pictures, though. I don't multitask well.

bj

 

[sassynyc]

We'll have to bring someone in to take the pictures, though. I don't multitask well.

bj

oh no bij. i mean the kind that you press the Rec button and walk away. i like my poetry in motion.