Just another erotic woowoo challenge

[beetrootjesuit]

Disposa dearest

You sound like one steamy poet. Now I don't want to be one to criticize, but what could you want with that d'maas guy.
I checked him out: all farts and woowoos. PM me and I'll show you something longer than 12 angstroms.

beet

BTW: it's spelled drool (not droll)...even in Canada.

 

[darkmaas]

Poems coming out of the woowoodwork

I'm amazed at the response.

Champagne: Your poem about the woowoo of the auto was wonderful. It makes me think that a strong sense of the euphemistic must permiate the Canadian psyche. Glad to see that you are changing the Canadian spelling for our southern friends. The woowooku was brave. I will defer to a higher talent regarding quality.

Tangerine: Nice try attempting to skate around the pussy rule. Close, very close!

Disposa: Ignore the beet. Again nice woowooku. I'm getting an expert to review them. In the meantime, why don't we meet for a pre-prandial. Say sixish?

 

[Disposa Girl]

You sound like one steamy poet. Now I don't want to be one to criticize, but what could you want with that d'maas guy.
I checked him out: all farts and woowoos. PM me and I'll show you something longer than 12 angstroms.

beet

BTW: it's spelled drool (not droll)...even in Canada.

Excuse me? Have we met? You seem to be laboring under the assumption that I either know you or have an interest in doing so. I don't recall seeing your er name here at the Literotica poeting board before, so I'll be kind in spite of your vulgar familiarity and suggest you read this to satiate your interest in Disposa's dossier.

Should you see my amore caro Dark, do be a dear and tell him once I zip up my Prada I'm off to the King Cole (you know at the St. Regis on East 55th; well, I'm sure he would) for campari and soda. I'll be under the Maxfield Parrish mural if he'd care to join.

Ciao bella,
DG

 

[OT]

Woo-Hoo Weather

Fun Forecast

shortly after sunset
the barometer will fall
followed by a warm front
that will extend rapidly
across the southern regions

with the cloud cover gone
upper air disturbances
accompanied by a quickly moving jet stream
may cause the wet bulb temperature to rise

squalls likely throughout the evening
expect any remaining moisture
to dissipate by early dawn

a lingering morning shower
will keep the dew point high throughout the day
creating hazy and hot conditions
increasing the chance for another shower later tomorrow night

 

[Angeline]

Woo-Hoo Weather

Fun Forecast...

LOL! Thank you for that timely report. Rained all day here.

 

[OT]

I was going to try to work in globe er... I mean global warming for the spanker fans

 

[Disposa Girl]

Dark, mon ami! Pure pure delight to meet you at the King Cole for un petit preprandial. You certainly do prove to be as convivial as Disposa had hoped, and really not a hint of pong about you (you know--la grange de cheval, chéri). Délicieux rien.

Now before I dash for, well, some rétablissement at the spa, I did want to leave a small entry for your ve-ry interesting thread here. After our coeur au coeur, I found myself considering the merits of a hearty breakfast. You'll notice, too, a distinct blues feel and since that b-i-t-c-h who channels me didn't invite me to the other thread, here it is.

a bientot foncé,
DG

My baby told me he likes a little jelly on his toast.
Yes my good man told me he takes a little jelly with his toast.
So I’m gonna cook him up his breakfast,
give him what he loves the most.

If he wants it over easy, I’ll flip it over nice and slow.
And if he wants it over easy, I’ll flip it real careful and slow.
But if my baby wants a scramble,
I’ll spin it out and let it go.

I’ll keep his coffee steamin,
poured and stirred just right,
and sweetened for my sugar,
so the taste is outtasite.

Yes my baby he done told me, to make it jelly on his toast.
Send it with a smile dear, and spread some jelly on his toast.
Serve it sweet and satisfying.
Give him what he wants the most.

 

[The_Fool]

My baby told me he likes a little jelly on his toast.
Yes my good man told me he takes a little jelly with his toast.
So I’m gonna cook him up his breakfast,
give him what he loves the most....

Mmmm....nothin' like sweet jelly spread to the edge...Hot steamin' coffee, little bit of cream and lots of sugar.

 

[Disposa Girl]

Mmmm....nothin' like sweet jelly spread to the edge...Hot steamin' coffee, little bit of cream and lots of sugar.

One should always get the day off to a healthful start.


DG

 

[Angeline]

Celine, Scented Candles, and the Art of the Woowoo Poem

Woo Me No Woowoo Cliches

Baby, don't fight
Dim the light
It's way too bright
in here
Not conducive to
lighting your candle
I fear

What scent will tempt?
Perhaps some LaLiz?
Diamonds and Lace
ou Eau de Diva
could waft dimly through
our intime space
our cozy boudoir
so sweet and flowery
yes a bit overpowery
but de Diva
always makes me want to

croon your swoon
curl your spoon
toujours bebe
under le full moon
if you know what I mean

Just to set your scene up right
I'm gonna oh baby baby
your Barry White
in my very special

Frederick's faux satin
maribou nylon fusty
baby doll a little you know
sluttily lusty
so I'll be

oh
oh

so
so

bad

bad

girl


how low
would you like
me to go
for you?

 

[perks]

That bell, gets me runnin like Pavlov's dog
panting and pawing for his icy cold cream
A few murmurred words, and it's there in my hand
I'm always suprised that he unwraps it for me
Sometimes when I'm home, I like to do it myself
But here, on the street, under the hot sun
There is no time
My swirling tongue melts it
My body chills suddenly
how can I be so hot and so complete
with just one taste
with one lick
I can never eat it fast enough
it just coats my tongue
and drips over my fingers
down
down
down
Until I'm finished
With this tasty ice cream masterpiece.

 

[ruminator]

Here is an example to be ripped apart if you wish.

Critique, dissect or simply enjoy it.

I came here to learn, experience, share and simply have fun. I have no idea if this follows any rules at all. As an example for discussion, I created this in one breath and did not rework it a number of times as I normally would. I think it fits the criteria for the challenge, if only in an odd sort of way. I am not asking for advice, nor will I be insulted if it is offered.

Thanks for letting me post some thoughts.

The lady looked over her garden sad, and a bit lonely dismayed,
Softly grown long from inactivity and too seldom the grass was layed
by the excited visitor or laborer who often came.

At one time the path was worn to her wet and fertile beds
She kept a village wondering of
the succulence exhausted workers all had said
was the reward of harvest when work was done.

She was tilled and tossed many times per year
Hired Hands lined up for the chance to work her
and too were the times she was left only with a tear
as a remembrance of their time together
Leaving her garden picked clean of all sweetness.

Through the years of harvest seasons
She turned a chore into a pleasant trick and
there were many who knew her pleasured plowing
But crop rotation is best reserved for younger
fields which yield and are naiively more allowing.

She looks back into her pantry at the empty space unused
and smiles to herself a secret.
The feast of his lifetime from her years of harvest,
unkown to the wayward stranger who is soon to be served

When they both are full and on request the stranger
doesn't leave,
the new need to plan for each day's desserts
is her harvest well deserved.

 

[perks]

Now that is a kickass poem, worthy of the vicar and my libidinous thoughts.

 

[Ms. Jones]

L'Orange

I hope you'll let a new member join in...





She beckons me
Her coolness hides
The heart
Of a tart

I try to have patience
As I pull off her
Coat
Taking my time at first
Until I smell
Her smell
And feel
The stir
In my belly
The need
Of her

And then she is
There
Naked for me alone

Gently, I pull
Her open to my
Gazing longingly
As she is revealed

I press my face
Into the center of her
Sniffing
Feeling
Wanting

And with tentative
Tongue
I lick

And taste
The sweet juice
Of her

I find that hardened nub
A treasure
Just for me
Work it around
With my tongue
Forcing it out
Of it’s protection
As it pops into
My waiting lips
Her juice
Dribbles onto my chin

I pull back and wipe
Her with eager
Fingers
Licking them
Before I
Put my greedy
Mouth
Back to her
Sweet center

And with this little
Taste of her
I know full hunger

No longer shy
I turn my face
And suckle
A petal into
My mouth

Ah!
Such sweetness
She gives me
I swallow the juice
She offers
Gaze at the
Pearls of her
Dropping from
Each soft fold
And wonder
To myself

Why I am so
Lucky
To find
Such a juicy
Orange.

 

[Ms. Jones]

Banana Man

In my hand you
Expand
I pull the skin
Tenderly
Unveiling
Your sweetness
Inviting
Ecstasy

Slowly I take you
Between my
Waiting lips
Tasting honeyed
flavor
With little biting
Nips

More than I
Can handle
In one long
Loving bite
Delicately I savor
The taste of
You
All night.

 

[Ms. Jones]

Ode to a Swallow

A gulp of air
from deepening breath
preparing for the task
such a simple request
one I thought
he'd never ask

Please he begged just for me
just once I’d like you to

so I put it in my mouth and
swallowed just for you

It didn’t taste too bad I guess
but I kept my eyes shut tight
there was something bothering me
something wasn’t right

How dare he ask me to do
the one think I abhor
next time he asks, I’ll tell him
to throw those damn aspirin on the floor!

 

[quietpoet]

Too good

How can I compete with something like this??? What an awesome write Champ!

QP

He moves beside me
Churning his hips in the
Ritual dance.
Rhythms throbbing through
My bones.

With his wooden drumsticks
He pounds a staccato
Jazz beat out.
My cymbals quiver as they await
His brush.

Membranes tautly stretched
Across a framework of life
And tissue.
We watch the pulse vibrating
My wrists.

In a sweating flurry of arms and
Hard driving bodies thirst for
Wet tastings.
It's over too soon to learn all
The steps.

 

[champagne1982]

How can I compete with something like this??? What an awesome write Champ!

QP

LOL. Go vote!

Why Mormons Don't Dance​

 

[champagne1982]

Pointing this one out to the Trix-in-ator. T'was a funny and fun challenge to write and inspired some poetic meanderings and back room woo-wooing I'm sure. Try it!

 

[Trixareforkids]

Thanks Champ, I missed this yesterday. I'm doing some other writing today. Just popping over here for brain freeze moments, so I'll get back to this a bit later.

It does look fun though, so if I have a serious brain freeze I may give it a go sooner rather than later.

 

[twelveoone]

Thanks Champ, I missed this yesterday. I'm doing some other writing today. Just popping over here for brain freeze moments, so I'll get back to this a bit later.

It does look fun though, so if I have a serious brain freeze I may give it a go sooner rather than later.

slurpees can do that

 

[Trixareforkids]

slurpees can do that

So can drinking the Kool-aid, but I only ever sip at slurpees and I haven't drunk Kool-aid in 30 years and come to think of it, last time I did it was with rum and I wasn't even close to the legal drinking age.

 

[twelveoone]

So can drinking the Kool-aid, but I only ever sip at slurpees and I haven't drunk Kool-aid in 30 years and come to think of it, last time I did it was with rum and I wasn't even close to the legal drinking age.

Oh fuck, warn this woman.
NEVER DRINK THE KOOL-AID
around here.

 

[pelegrino]

So can drinking the Kool-aid, but I only ever sip at slurpees and I haven't drunk Kool-aid in 30 years and come to think of it, last time I did it was with rum and I wasn't even close to the legal drinking age.

Ah, Trix, I wish I was close enough to that illegal drinking age!

 

[twelveoone]

Ah, Trix, I wish I was close enough to that illegal drinking age!

I wish I was close enough to that illegal Trix