unpredictablebijou
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heh heh. Ah.
And ruin my spotless reputation?
Okay, I suppose if we were selling the tapes for charity...
bj
Challenge: Poetry for the People Part 2
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heh heh. Ah.
And ruin my spotless reputation?
Okay, I suppose if we were selling the tapes for charity...
bj
sassynyc
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Spotless or polka dotted?
In lieu of cheffy's voice (as he''ll be otherwise occupied) we can use this for background music.
Baby Blues link
dew damp, petal soft
cucumber melon scented skin
slipped into your favorite shade
of comfortable
riding low, thin enough
to read the morning news through
striped hues of ocean and sky
trimmed in lime eyelet lashes
salt on your margarita rim
a keyhole loop at the back, just above grace
both subtle invite, and resting place
welcomes you in
today, you insist
your favorite color
is me
In lieu of cheffy's voice (as he''ll be otherwise occupied) we can use this for background music.
Baby Blues link
dew damp, petal soft
cucumber melon scented skin
slipped into your favorite shade
of comfortable
riding low, thin enough
to read the morning news through
striped hues of ocean and sky
trimmed in lime eyelet lashes
salt on your margarita rim
a keyhole loop at the back, just above grace
both subtle invite, and resting place
welcomes you in
today, you insist
your favorite color
is me
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unpredictablebijou
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Spotless or polka dotted?
In lieu of cheffy's voice (as he''ll be otherwise occupied) we can use this for background music.
Baby Blues link
dew damp, petal soft
cucumber melon scented skin
slipped into your favorite shade
of comfortable
riding low, thin enough
to read the morning news through
striped with hues of ocean and sky
trimmed in lime eyelet lashes
salt on your margarita rim
a keyhole loop at the back, just above grace
both subtle invite, and resting place
welcomes you in
today, you insist
your favorite color
is me
That is yet another piece of stunning hotness in this extremely steamy thread.
I'm starting to get all excited about taking all this to the bar. We've still got a week or two of course, just to make sure everyone gets everything they want into the contest.
Not spotless. I was trying to think of that other word... what was it...
besmirched. That was it.
bj
Sara Crewe
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I still need to work on this (or kill it) but in the mean time I don't have any place to store it so y'all get to see my poem when it's half dressed (or baked). It's late--apparently that leads me to over use parenthesis.
The Deconstruction of my Panties
The music plays differently
in our minds but still we move
together in an afterhours dance
with the shadowed skeletons
of stacked chairs as voyeurs.
We sway and feel the space
more than the press between us
an air of practiced indifference covers
the subtlties of what will come
like a white dress over a black bra.
My hair is up to make you want
to take it down. I need
your mind so I whisper
to your body in a wordless way.
Follow the chain around my neck
like a path of metalic crumbs, leading
to the feast and your hidden pendant
between my breasts. Its metal warms
against my skin like a stone embraced
by sun. It touches me
and I separate into pieces
drink your wine from stem
to the curl of petaled fingertips
aware of every pore. My body diffuses
while my mind circles the same
thought with the sharpness of a shark
cutting through the darkest waters
anticipating the first taste.
When I ask for a bite
of cheesecake I am not hungry.
And when I look at you
with lips closed around your fork
the satisfaction in my eyes
had nothing to do with sweetness.
My skirt invites your mind
and fingers to come
behind the curtain. Slide
both up my thigh and understand
the panties are not there to be pretty
or as a final modest protest.
When you feel the bonds of silk
against silk with a slow pass
of your thumb, know
their only purpose is to hold
me when you cannot
and I am ready to be untied.
Take them from me slow
enough to let the air lick
naked skin awake. Strip me
of myself and swallow whole.
The Deconstruction of my Panties
The music plays differently
in our minds but still we move
together in an afterhours dance
with the shadowed skeletons
of stacked chairs as voyeurs.
We sway and feel the space
more than the press between us
an air of practiced indifference covers
the subtlties of what will come
like a white dress over a black bra.
My hair is up to make you want
to take it down. I need
your mind so I whisper
to your body in a wordless way.
Follow the chain around my neck
like a path of metalic crumbs, leading
to the feast and your hidden pendant
between my breasts. Its metal warms
against my skin like a stone embraced
by sun. It touches me
and I separate into pieces
drink your wine from stem
to the curl of petaled fingertips
aware of every pore. My body diffuses
while my mind circles the same
thought with the sharpness of a shark
cutting through the darkest waters
anticipating the first taste.
When I ask for a bite
of cheesecake I am not hungry.
And when I look at you
with lips closed around your fork
the satisfaction in my eyes
had nothing to do with sweetness.
My skirt invites your mind
and fingers to come
behind the curtain. Slide
both up my thigh and understand
the panties are not there to be pretty
or as a final modest protest.
When you feel the bonds of silk
against silk with a slow pass
of your thumb, know
their only purpose is to hold
me when you cannot
and I am ready to be untied.
Take them from me slow
enough to let the air lick
naked skin awake. Strip me
of myself and swallow whole.
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sassynyc
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When you're editing, pleeeease, don't touch these lines. Especially the end. It's like the glittery bow that ties it all together.
Sara Crewe
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When you're editing, pleeeease, don't touch these lines. Especially the end. It's like the glittery bow that ties it all together.
Thanks, Sassy. I'll do my best and if they don't stay in this one--I'll keep 'em for another.
Bedtime Storyteller
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midnight loving
lovers meet beneath
crescent moon;
heat of summer
passion rises.
she wraps arms around me,
vines entwining,
midnight eyes seeking.
gentle lips
graze her neck
leaving promises behind
for later;
fingers tangle
in her tresses,
pulling her
closer.
breath mingles.
hands gently pushed aside
as ice travels
her collarbone road.
ice slides
across chest to graze
perfect peak.
lips follow.
she begs
to be taken;
pleading, needing,
offering herself to me.
lips cover hers. hush.
I prefer the scenic route,
sweetlips.
ice melts,
a mini-glacier
slowly tracing contours
of her body,
leaving behind
trails of wetness
to be sucked
and licked.
breathing heavy now,
eyes half-closed,
she surrenders to the loving.
pressing lips to belly,
inhaling honeysuckle arousal
sprinkled with dew,
I wrap my arms around
her center
anchoring us both.
riding waves of
meadow grasses,
lovers join as one,
ushering in the morning
as indigo night fades
into buttery dawn.
(posted on lit under my other author name: trendyredhead)
lovers meet beneath
crescent moon;
heat of summer
passion rises.
she wraps arms around me,
vines entwining,
midnight eyes seeking.
gentle lips
graze her neck
leaving promises behind
for later;
fingers tangle
in her tresses,
pulling her
closer.
breath mingles.
hands gently pushed aside
as ice travels
her collarbone road.
ice slides
across chest to graze
perfect peak.
lips follow.
she begs
to be taken;
pleading, needing,
offering herself to me.
lips cover hers. hush.
I prefer the scenic route,
sweetlips.
ice melts,
a mini-glacier
slowly tracing contours
of her body,
leaving behind
trails of wetness
to be sucked
and licked.
breathing heavy now,
eyes half-closed,
she surrenders to the loving.
pressing lips to belly,
inhaling honeysuckle arousal
sprinkled with dew,
I wrap my arms around
her center
anchoring us both.
riding waves of
meadow grasses,
lovers join as one,
ushering in the morning
as indigo night fades
into buttery dawn.
(posted on lit under my other author name: trendyredhead)
Bedtime Storyteller
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Hypersex (a sonnet)
Eyes, blue, half-closed, his lashes long and dark,
he naked came to me with outstretched hands.
My passion builds, a fire starts, demands
he touch me, taste me, fan the glowing spark.
On cotton sheets, our bodies slick with sweat,
we rub, we grind, exploring, licking, pleas
are whispered, offered, raise me on my knees.
I take him deep, his fathom’d thrusting met;
so hard he plunges, squeezing out the wet
to puddle on the mattress; in my cunt I seize
his cock so tight - hush quiet, don’t wake up
the neighbors, list’ning - softly stroking, let
me kiss you, taste you, breathe you, please don’t tease;
An alcoholic, greedy, drink your cup
of loving, swilling, swallow, leave my mark.
He, turning, feeds his nectar, honey gland
of sweetness, dripping from my lips, my hand.
The candlelight recedes, the room grows dark.
United flesh, thickspread with sweet syrup,
lies sated; now on sleep we must catch up.
(also posted under trendyredhead)
Eyes, blue, half-closed, his lashes long and dark,
he naked came to me with outstretched hands.
My passion builds, a fire starts, demands
he touch me, taste me, fan the glowing spark.
On cotton sheets, our bodies slick with sweat,
we rub, we grind, exploring, licking, pleas
are whispered, offered, raise me on my knees.
I take him deep, his fathom’d thrusting met;
so hard he plunges, squeezing out the wet
to puddle on the mattress; in my cunt I seize
his cock so tight - hush quiet, don’t wake up
the neighbors, list’ning - softly stroking, let
me kiss you, taste you, breathe you, please don’t tease;
An alcoholic, greedy, drink your cup
of loving, swilling, swallow, leave my mark.
He, turning, feeds his nectar, honey gland
of sweetness, dripping from my lips, my hand.
The candlelight recedes, the room grows dark.
United flesh, thickspread with sweet syrup,
lies sated; now on sleep we must catch up.
(also posted under trendyredhead)
Bedtime Storyteller
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Tuesday 1:32p
he called
i came
once for him
twice for me
my cunt still throbs
his name
a prayer
on my lips
disconnected
he called
i came
once for him
twice for me
my cunt still throbs
his name
a prayer
on my lips
disconnected
UnderYourSpell
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A text
How are you can I come visit?
You only ever wanted me for sex
never stayed long,
rationed my kisses, foreplay
where was that?
I'd suck your cock
a quick fuck and you were gone,
but I let you I cared for you.
I'm sorry you felt like that
I never meant it to,
I cared for you too.
Now you tell me
I never knew.
How are you can I come visit?
You only ever wanted me for sex
never stayed long,
rationed my kisses, foreplay
where was that?
I'd suck your cock
a quick fuck and you were gone,
but I let you I cared for you.
I'm sorry you felt like that
I never meant it to,
I cared for you too.
Now you tell me
I never knew.
sassynyc
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Eargasm link
Two past midnight, when the phone rings.
The ‘smug’ in my smile, knows that it’s you.
Bass in your hello, one octave too low
a canned heat type of mellow, seeping through
Instantly, I know you’ve found
the souvenir, my gift to you
slipped under your pillow, for restless nights
French cut, black lace, optimum rear view.
They wear me still, like fine perfume
and permeate your sensory gates.
I need neither lease, nor key.
Osmosis grants me your headspace.
Close your eyes. Let me slip behind
your lids, play backbeat to your every stroke.
Massage your ear drum from the inside
out, whispering wet, sweet and low.
I hear your slip, over the edge.
All falls away, but my voice, in the night.
My smile slices darkness, at the sound
of French cut black lace, covered in white.
Two past midnight, when the phone rings.
The ‘smug’ in my smile, knows that it’s you.
Bass in your hello, one octave too low
a canned heat type of mellow, seeping through
Instantly, I know you’ve found
the souvenir, my gift to you
slipped under your pillow, for restless nights
French cut, black lace, optimum rear view.
They wear me still, like fine perfume
and permeate your sensory gates.
I need neither lease, nor key.
Osmosis grants me your headspace.
Close your eyes. Let me slip behind
your lids, play backbeat to your every stroke.
Massage your ear drum from the inside
out, whispering wet, sweet and low.
I hear your slip, over the edge.
All falls away, but my voice, in the night.
My smile slices darkness, at the sound
of French cut black lace, covered in white.
champagne1982
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This isn't about panties but the Eargasm up there made me think of it:
Aurgasm
Perhaps there's something here?
A definition of that subtlety in your touch
On the steamy seam between my thighs.
It's open, burst through
From the swelling,
A welling up of sensation
That explodes.
I've been wanting to fuck
Ever since I first felt
Those fabulous fingers.
I've been wanting you
Ever since you twirled
Those tantalizing turns.
Crow darling,
You are my cock
That greets the dawn.
Come feed your pussy cream.
Aurgasm
Perhaps there's something here?
A definition of that subtlety in your touch
On the steamy seam between my thighs.
It's open, burst through
From the swelling,
A welling up of sensation
That explodes.
I've been wanting to fuck
Ever since I first felt
Those fabulous fingers.
I've been wanting you
Ever since you twirled
Those tantalizing turns.
Crow darling,
You are my cock
That greets the dawn.
Come feed your pussy cream.
unpredictablebijou
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*fanning self*
lawsy, this is a steamy thread. Y'all are obviously inspired.
I'm bumping this to remind everyone of the deadline. I'll be gone this weekend and then the fifth happens right after that, so I'll start printing stuff out to carry to the bar sometime next week. Get yer stuff in here before then.
Reminds me I gotta get on this myself...
bj
lawsy, this is a steamy thread. Y'all are obviously inspired.
I'm bumping this to remind everyone of the deadline. I'll be gone this weekend and then the fifth happens right after that, so I'll start printing stuff out to carry to the bar sometime next week. Get yer stuff in here before then.
Reminds me I gotta get on this myself...
bj
Safe_Bet
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Bj, honey... sweety... darl'in... You might want to tell us newbie's WHAT THE F**K YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT??? Just saying.
sassynyc
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Click the title of the thread and it'll take you to the first page. Gives ya all the details.
unpredictablebijou
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Hey I'm bumping this thread so everyone remembers that the deadline is coming up for this. I'll be printing everything and taking it to the Bar on Friday night for the first of several judging sessions. Remember that the only thing I'm going to ask them is which are the SEXIEST poems, although if it's anything like last time we'll all get lots of critique. So get your last-minute underwear poems in here so I can start printing them out, 'kay?
Anyone confused about this please check the first post in the thread, where you will also find a link to the thread about the last time we did this. It was pretty neato.
bj
Anyone confused about this please check the first post in the thread, where you will also find a link to the thread about the last time we did this. It was pretty neato.
bj
champagne1982
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Yesterday's Panties
The crewel work cast
shadows on the dark
hollows, threads pulled
aside free access,
without lace, tattered
on the floor or dangled
from one spiked heel,
more time spent
discarded than worn.
The crewel work cast
shadows on the dark
hollows, threads pulled
aside free access,
without lace, tattered
on the floor or dangled
from one spiked heel,
more time spent
discarded than worn.
sassynyc
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Underwear?
Sorry
Can’t eat ‘em
Can’t drink ‘em
Can’t smoke ‘em
Size 32B Boob Slings?
What the hell’s the point.
Useless as wrapping paper.
Gave my drawers up for Lent
Just get in the way of a good time!
wanna bet?
Safe_Bet
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I was SO hoping I was going to get away with that one! Figures that the "Queen of the Edible Undergarment Poems" would pick up on it!
sassynyc
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I was SO hoping I was going to get away with that one! Figures that the "Queen of the Edible Undergarment Poems" would pick up on it!
mind you, i forgot to mention, those last two lines are killer.
i just got all wrapped up in the edible thing....totally lost my train of thought.
loststar
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i didn't mean too
just to cliche'
my red candy stripes are missing
i know where i left them
shit
it was not on purpose
fate took them from me
and gave them to you
i have no right to ask for them back
but if you don't want the souvenir
i do
just to cliche'
my red candy stripes are missing
i know where i left them
shit
it was not on purpose
fate took them from me
and gave them to you
i have no right to ask for them back
but if you don't want the souvenir
i do
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unpredictablebijou
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ooo loststar BUSTED.
I confess I might have written this poem a number of times. But you said it better. More concisely than I would have.
okay kids last chance. I'm moving all the work into a print file, and you have about an hour before I'm off for dinner and the first 'judging' session tonight.
I'm now working on my last minute piece of mediocrity. I'll put it in here too, just to be fair.
here we go...
bj
I confess I might have written this poem a number of times. But you said it better. More concisely than I would have.
okay kids last chance. I'm moving all the work into a print file, and you have about an hour before I'm off for dinner and the first 'judging' session tonight.
I'm now working on my last minute piece of mediocrity. I'll put it in here too, just to be fair.
here we go...
bj
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