Poetry and Dreams

[ghost_girl]

Bandora's Pox ( her affliction)

this one came from a dream

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She rumbled wild with mysterious and
her outcome was usually wet-cat furious
acute fits of joy affecting her countenance,
wrestling her smile into a contortionist,
vigorously accosting
her face with back-bent knees.

Summoned as if she were man's best friend,
she was top-cat heavy with her own self esteem
and all the envious bitch-cats despised her.
Figment, is how I addressed her
when she would listen, and I admired

Her profound ability to concentrate,
and I inquired as to her personal method
of attracting an appropriate mate.

Be sexy, just be sexy, flaunt your pussy and purr.

She turned tail then winked and swaggered,
and bristled as she wriggled
like a flea into the uncombed fur
of my own perverted mind.

 

[ghost_girl]

A Willow Bending

and this one, too

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I found a bag of babies
buried 'neath a tree
a grand and sweeping willow
near a stream

in a nightmare, wrapped in green
a cotton weave
of smoke and fog and gleem

an orange moon
rose and spoke
like God and snatched the bag away

in the nightmare
not the dream

I was helpless, willow swayed
bagged up hidden, stored away
like dusty bottles filled with change
saved up for a rainy day

 

[sugarmountain]

as you lay in bed late at night
alone, bone weary, muscles tight
feel my fingers on your skin
making circles, digging in
stroking kneading, no spot missed
not a word, I insist

tonight I wish to pleasure you,
my queen, give what you are due
kisses follow fingers trails
soothing welts from finger's nails
licks and nips down back and thighs
bring throaty moans, gentle sighs

I cup your sweet cheeks, softly squeeze
suck the bend behind your knees
cover calves , ankles arches and toes
worshipping as my ardor grows
slowly rock you on your back
kiss your shins, your thighs, your crack

wet and dripping with passions scent
I part your thighs, for time well spent
pay tribute to your sweet pink altar
lave your pussy lips and falter
as I dip into your honey
sending tremors through your cunny

slide my hands across your tummy
cups your breasts, tweak nips til humming
across your body my chest I graze
then rain kisses upon your face
place my dragon at heaven's furrow
flare his head, begin to burrow

slide slowly into your silken tunnel
swallowed whole by your fiery funnel
driving in up to my root
a perfect fit which seems to suit
in and out, now no stopping
til your pussy's really sopping

and your hips begin to grind
legs wrap around like ivy vines
body shines with sweaty sheen
balls slap time and cockhead creams
eyes fly open, strangled screams
dammit ! it was just a dream

 

[sugarmountain]

I had a dream
filled with silly scenes
such as me jumping from stocking ladders
onto shelves full of merchandise
and driving an RV
pulling a van
pulling a trailer
through tight ancient alleys
until finally I arrived
at your doorway, you were
sitting surrounded by your family
looking at photo albums
lookinging at peace
looking somewhat odd
your head tilted
your hair thin and unkempt

I turned my back
could not watch
heard your voice
"I love you" you said
and I cried
and I cried
and I cried

and I awoke
realized it was just a crazy dream
except you had died
and that was crazy too
and this time
I cried
and cried
and cried
but is was real

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I had a dream
filled with silly scenes
such as me jumping from stocking ladders
onto shelves full of merchandise
and driving an RV
pulling a van
pulling a trailer
through tight ancient alleys
until finally I arrived
at your doorway, you were
sitting surrounded by your family
looking at photo albums
lookinging at peace
looking somewhat odd
your head tilted
your hair thin and unkempt

I turned my back
could not watch
heard your voice
"I love you" you said
and I cried
and I cried
and I cried

and I awoke
realized it was just a crazy dream
except you had died
and that was crazy too
and this time
I cried
and cried
and cried
but is was real

absolutely dreamy <grin


I had a dream
a poetic scene

she was dressed in rhymes
in conjuntion
we compounded sentences
in a complex way
we lay

 

[Jennifer C]

A Pleasure

Hey sugarmountain

Really enjoyed reading some of your work, thanks for posting on my thread!! Been away for a while but I wander back occasionally and it's poetry like yours that keeps me coming back!!

So, hello and welcome, it was a pleasure to read you work...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Hey sugarmountain

Really enjoyed reading some of your work, thanks for posting on my thread!! Been away for a while but I wander back occasionally and it's poetry like yours that keeps me coming back!!

So, hello and welcome, it was a pleasure to read you work...

JC... <grin, how ya been?
glad to see ya back!
Hoping all is well with you and yours! (~_~)

 

[cherries_on_snow]

she made small talk first at least
or what passes for it in sleep: talk
of crows and thunder and hiking the Wapash
as if we'd planned to do that and I relaxed
walking out the back way as one does
with friends (does this mean we're friends?)
but before she goes she looks

at the object of some envy, understated
laden with books a table
gleaming butcherblock the length of my nook
Honey against the molasses
wrought iron legs: everyone who sees
that table asks me what will it be?
how much will you take?
does it stay with the house?

In this dream I do not say how much it is;
I merely look at her and say
You'll not be able to lift it.
She thought she could, and tucked her fingers
under the table edge, facing away, as if to drag it behind her
but she couldn't. A Cinderella table
waits for strong enough arms.

 

[vampiredust]

she made small talk first at least
or what passes for it in sleep: talk
of crows and thunder and hiking the Wapash
as if we'd planned to do that and I relaxed
walking out the back way as one does
with friends (does this mean we're friends?)
but before she goes she looks

at the object of some envy, understated
laden with books a table
gleaming butcherblock the length of my nook
Honey against the molasses
wrought iron legs: everyone who sees
that table asks me what will it be?
how much will you take?
does it stay with the house?

In this dream I do not say how much it is;
I merely look at her and say
You'll not be able to lift it.
She thought she could, and tucked her fingers
under the table edge, facing away, as if to drag it behind her
but she couldn't. A Cinderella table
waits for strong enough arms.

dreamy

 

[flyguy69]

she made small talk first at least
or what passes for it in sleep: talk
of crows and thunder and hiking the Wapash
as if we'd planned to do that and I relaxed
walking out the back way as one does
with friends (does this mean we're friends?)
but before she goes she looks

at the object of some envy, understated
laden with books a table
gleaming butcherblock the length of my nook
Honey against the molasses
wrought iron legs: everyone who sees
that table asks me what will it be?
how much will you take?
does it stay with the house?

In this dream I do not say how much it is;
I merely look at her and say
You'll not be able to lift it.
She thought she could, and tucked her fingers
under the table edge, facing away, as if to drag it behind her
but she couldn't. A Cinderella table
waits for strong enough arms.

Will anyone studying line-breaking please examine this woman's work? I hope someday to do this as well as she does.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

she made small talk first at least
or what passes for it in sleep: talk
of crows and thunder and hiking the Wapash
as if we'd planned to do that and I relaxed
walking out the back way as one does
with friends (does this mean we're friends?)
but before she goes she looks

at the object of some envy, understated
laden with books a table
gleaming butcherblock the length of my nook
Honey against the molasses
wrought iron legs: everyone who sees
that table asks me what will it be?
how much will you take?
does it stay with the house?

In this dream I do not say how much it is;
I merely look at her and say
You'll not be able to lift it.
She thought she could, and tucked her fingers
under the table edge, facing away, as if to drag it behind her
but she couldn't. A Cinderella table
waits for strong enough arms.

what vampiredust said, 'simply dreamy'

 

[RhymeFairy]

I used to dream
of white knights
on chargers
galloping at full speed
to come, rescue me.
from what or whom
need not matter. the point was
I
was being rescued.
a lil girl
with dreams.

Unicorn horns
magic. a magical land
where all is good
and nothing or no one
ever interferes
with the men in white.
what happened, where
did she go. what happened
to innocence?

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have no clue
where this one came from.
Just play along 'k ~

lol

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I used to dream
of white knights
on chargers
galloping at full speed
to come, rescue me.
from what or whom
need not matter. the point was
I
was being rescued.
a lil girl
with dreams.

Unicorn horns
magic. a magical land
where all is good
and nothing or no one
ever interferes
with the men in white.
what happened, where
did she go. what happened
to innocence?

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have no clue
where this one came from.
Just play along 'k ~

lol

kool beans~

I like ice castles
and bonfires <grin

 

[sugarmountain]

It is strawberry season
I buy them weekly,
put them in the fridge with intentions
of shortcake and whipped cream
and sharing them with you

without you, they are not the same
they sit on the shelf, become fuzzy
with sunken bruises that reach center
until at last, unsalvageable, I am forced
to toss them untouched into the waste.

I bought more today. Sliced them
into quarters, I laid the groundwork
one more time, hoping,with preparation
I could consume them before the memory of you
turned my stomach into knots

Time will tell. I remain hopeful.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

It is strawberry season
I buy them weekly,
put them in the fridge with intentions
of shortcake and whipped cream
and sharing them with you

without you, they are not the same
they sit on the shelf, become fuzzy
with sunken bruises that reach center
until at last, unsalvageable, I am forced
to toss them untouched into the waste.

I bought more today. Sliced them
into quarters, I laid the groundwork
one more time, hoping,with preparation
I could consume them before the memory of you
turned my stomach into knots

Time will tell. I remain hopeful.

<nice>

lured awake I felt a dream come to life

 

[Jennifer C]

JC... <grin, how ya been?
glad to see ya back!
Hoping all is well with you and yours! (~_~)

Hey Huni!!

I am good thanks, dont get here as often as I would like and to be honest I havent written anything for a while but I do miss you and the others dearly.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Will anyone studying line-breaking please examine this woman's work? I hope someday to do this as well as she does.

Ditto ...
Excellent line break. I too shall remain hopeful. Need all the help I can get. Thanks for pointing this one out Fly ~

Keep'm coming Cherry ~

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Thanks a lot. Cheers folks. (insert image of me toasting you with champagne (rather than applejuice, which is what i'm really drinking) here.)

 

[RhymeFairy]

Thanks a lot. Cheers folks. (insert image of me toasting you with champagne (rather than applejuice, which is what i'm really drinking) here.)

tossing flowers like apple
juice. down the pallet
through the gate
tasting , chasing
cherries jubilee ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

touch me
touch me deep
deeper still
till morning folds in
night becomes friend
closer please
touch

touch me
deep inside, for
no one or nothing
compares
could ever
touch me
as you

my love
touch, outside in
relieve all tiny trials
of doubt
worry. deeper baby
touch so deep
my walls

cave in
surrounding
milking memories of us
with every touch
every sensitive stroke
of body to soul
petting out purrs
content only

when you touch me
touch me deep
deeper still
till morning folds in
night becomes friend
closer please
touch me ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

this depth of emotion
shall cause me to drown
in your words
into your form

shall I swim or sink
into the rushing currents of loves
memory
a lost embrace
a sharing time between us
slow mountain rain
butterfly kisses

and being brazenly baptized
by your body
worshipped

I remember your gaze, like staring
into the sunrise too long
blinding my eyes
for remorse has set in
the tide has turned
and bottled up hindsight
broken ...

 

[Neteru]

forgive me

 

[Neteru]

Take yo time kinda loving

sorry

 

[Neteru]

Sorry I believe I put these poems in the wrong thread

 

[Neteru]

pieces of a dream

feel your desire
Heated, hot passion
Sparking a flame of desire
Love burns hotter than fire
tasting you
Nothing's ever been so sweet
senses reel because of you

sublime erections, erotic injections
sexual connections,
touches like liquid heat
body pliant, yearning hunger
liquid desire, fulfilling dreams
acting out erotic fantasies
nerve endings raw with hunger and need
mouth hungering for the taste of you
devouring kisses
feeding on sensuality

am i the dreamer
or the dream


bodies move together like clockwork
synchronicity.
and I wake alone