Exhibitionist Challenge

[wildsweetone]

I did not have a partner in this response, but stumbled upon it tonight and figured I would bump up this thread in the process






beauty, condensed

When reduced to her smallest terms
even straight women want to hold this thing
so condensed, whittled,
boiled down into the essence of what you desire.

Not her name,
only the glow.

Sex and shiver of the sexual
being that moves beauty to its side
for a clear view of its closest companion.

Woman reduced to a sliver of herself,
a piece of jewelry to display
or contain in small packages
opened with hinge,
lined in velvet, crushed.

How is it you create
this slut fucking bitch who dreams of being stopped
hand smacked and abandoned where she might
have room to re-inflate into something real,
something that cannot be worn
something that cannot be packaged
and passed across the table.

cor blimey

 

[Neonurotic]

Hell, I actually found the old poem I was looking for. Hilarious! ---->

I have always been fond of this one. He made me believe every word, which is not easy in erotica.

Anyone wanna play dirty?


Backdoor Man
by neonurotic ©

A quick kiss goodbye,
have a good day –– Oh, I do
I might be home late.
He slips out the front,
I slide in the rear.

Just one night a week,
after Sunday's big game,
with the lights off,
in missionary position.
It bores you to tears –– Hell yes

Wrapped up in his arms,
always afraid to tell him
what you want, without it you fake,
but you cum for me –– Oh, I do
I give you what you need.

All you ever wanted
was some low down dirty,
4 on the floor,
piston action with a V-8
don't it feel great? –– Hell yes

Turn the key –– Oh, I will
crank my shaft.
C'mon darlin',
one more time
before daddy gets home.

I want to spank that ass,
leave secret bites –– Hell yes
Lick up your sweat,
And ah yes, most of all,
kiss and love you.

Yes, maybe someday
you'll have what it takes –– Oh, I do
to tell him about me,
but until then baby
I'm your backdoor man.

 

[Angeline]

Hell, I actually found the old poem I was looking for. Hilarious! ---->

And cool. I remember that poem because I like it but also because when you first submitted it, Eve said to me "That kid is a perv." And you know from Eve that was a big compliment.

 

[Neonurotic]

And cool. I remember that poem because I like it but also because when you first submitted it, Eve said to me "That kid is a perv." And you know from Eve that was a big compliment.

Haha, right on and I'm probably still the same a full ten years later with grays and some crows feet.
Damn, I miss Evie. I remember writing a poem to her red shoes. I think I will look for that one and sub it.

 

[Angeline]

Haha, right on and I'm probably still the same a full ten years later with grays and some crows feet.
Damn, I miss Evie. I remember writing a poem to her red shoes. I think I will look for that one and sub it.

That's funny you mention it because I was thinking about a poem you wrote about her toes. It's the same one, right?

 

[Neonurotic]

That's funny you mention it because I was thinking about a poem you wrote about her toes. It's the same one, right?

Yes, it was her red opened toed-heels that moved the pervert to write it.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yes, it was her red opened toed-heels that moved the pervert to write it.

I'd like to read that, do you know how long ago you wrote it because it rings a bell?

 

[Angeline]

Yes, it was her red opened toed-heels that moved the pervert to write it.

I remember the photo. I totally perved on Eve regularly and I'm so vanilla.

I'd like to read that, do you know how long ago you wrote it because it rings a bell?

I hope he finds it. It's really good!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Oh! Let's do this................

You're an exhibitionist at heart, aren't you? You know you are. You wouldn't be here, otherwise! And who isn't a voyeur when the show is good?

Well, here is a challenge to vent those gnawing desires, and to grow as a poet as well.

So we propose this challenge:

1. Find a poem that turns you on (and get permission to use it!).
2. Find a partner that shares your reaction.
3. Write a poem in alternate stanzas that expresses your shared response.
4. Leave the door open. The poem must be constructed on this thread, with no editing or prior discussion (if you prefer to use a form, go ahead and work that out).


You needn't include the original poem in each step (though it might be nice to see it at least once so we know what is inspiring you), but include all previous stanzas with each contribution, and your final product should include the text of your muse. The use of colors or text effects is up to you.

Sponteneity is the key. We know you're beautiful people by the babies you produce, now we want to watch you make them!

again!

 

[Neonurotic]

Found it thanks to LeBroz's Archival Review!

I remember the photo. I totally perved on Eve regularly and I'm so vanilla.

I hope he finds it. It's really good!

I'd like to read that, do you know how long ago you wrote it because it rings a bell?

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For those who may have missed the mention {and for those with a foot fetish}, here's neonurotic's view of a thrill:


Eve's Red Shoes
by neonurotic©

"He doesn't listen to me"
quivers, her collagen lips
stamping, ruby heels

an exclamation point
for her crisis

I don't hear her either
although I pretend
with a nod
a sympathetic smile

because good friends do that

But her blouse is too tight
and neckline too low
to hold my attention elsewhere

All I can think of
is her buck-assed naked
grabbing red shoes

doing her over
in a field of purple clover



thanks
WickedEve​

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