Sensual metaphors

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My Erotic Tale said:
sin shoe all
met a four

when two
make one

silent words
come alive

hE rot it
poe eat tree

U R MET ah 4 2
 
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You got me!

My set shoe all
fan Stacy
did fell at Shiloh
come on deface
no met a four!

qp



My Erotic Tale said:
sin shoe all
met a four

when two
make one

silent words
come alive

hE rot it
poe eat tree
 
Knocking on trees
in the land of the blue

shaking the bushes to see what flys

sits a quiet poet writing so I do not disturb
shooting quail as they arise

tossing pennies in the well
just to hear the distant splash echo

"I wish I knew what happen to QP and Blue~"
 
seashore romance, lol

see tha seashore
winking at me.
throw a pebble
where shall it flee.

gosling feathers
floating high
fluff and leather
snaps to his thigh.

waving ashore
footprints deepen
tears from eyes
see them creepin.

begging for more
as tides roll in.
his breath catches
only to begin, again.

birds circling
feathers flying
no sound can be heard
except, their sighing.

~ got away from me yet again. * Ppftt ~ :eek:

I hate it when I start with an image, and it goes, grows in a whole differ direction. Well sometimes it is ok, but not when it makes no sense. Grrr ~~ Thinkin my muse, has left tha building ~


:rose:
 
ty Art~

My Erotic Tale said:
Knocking on trees
in the land of the blue

shaking the bushes to see what flys

sits a quiet poet writing so I do not disturb
shooting quail as they arise

tossing pennies in the well
just to hear the distant splash echo

"I wish I knew what happen to QP and Blue~"

Have had QP's parents down from Mass..since Thursday...busy schedule ...will be back..soon... ;)
 
bluerains said:
Have had QP's parents down from Mass..since Thursday...busy schedule ...will be back..soon... ;)

early thanksgiving <grin>

we have beautiful blue skies today <grin>
been quiet as a poet <smile>
 
RhymeFairy said:
see tha seashore
winking at me.
throw a pebble
where shall it flee.

gosling feathers
floating high
fluff and leather
snaps to his thigh.

waving ashore
footprints deepen
tears from eyes
see them creepin.

begging for more
as tides roll in.
his breath catches
only to begin, again.

birds circling
feathers flying
no sound can be heard
except, their sighing.

~ got away from me yet again. * Ppftt ~ :eek:

I hate it when I start with an image, and it goes, grows in a whole differ direction. Well sometimes it is ok, but not when it makes no sense. Grrr ~~ Thinkin my muse, has left tha building ~


:rose:
catch a falling stone
and feathers in my pocket
save it for another day... ;)
 
Originally Posted by bluerains

catch a falling stone
and feathers in my pocket
save it for another day... ;)


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stones melted away
by tha lava,
the volcanic
heat
of us

sharing
caring
holding on tight
to our
one
our
us.

showers melting
down.
like dew drops
drip.
erupting spasms,
mmm spasms
of us.

liquid gold
granite gigantic
as your cock baby

big n hard
tight as vice.
hard as stone
meted away
with tha love
of us
.. us
baby,
all
of us ...

:catroar:
 
And alas, the weekend is virtually over!

bluerains said:
catch a falling stone
and feathers in my pocket
save it for another day... ;)

and we are back, in one piece! Trying to write some kind of sexy poem...(sighs) too sleepy!!! maybe tomorrow!

QP
 
Is this about

wanting to share Blue's vibrating Christmas present??? Only if I can watch/join in!
Love the hot poem RF!

qp


RhymeFairy said:
Originally Posted by bluerains

catch a falling stone
and feathers in my pocket
save it for another day... ;)


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


stones melted away
by tha lava,
the volcanic
heat
of us

sharing
caring
holding on tight
to our
one
our
us.

showers melting
down.
like dew drops
drip.
erupting spasms,
mmm spasms
of us.

liquid gold
granite gigantic
as your cock baby

big n hard
tight as vice.
hard as stone
meted away
with tha love
of us
.. us
baby,
all
of us ...

:catroar:
 
ooo u naughty toy...

quietpoet said:
wanting to share Blue's vibrating Christmas present??? Only if I can watch/join in!
Love the hot poem RF!

qp


metaphor eyes watch
sensual similes speak
as silhouettes strip
 
MISSING THE BLU.. sensual thread !!

bluerains said:
metaphor eyes watch
sensual similes speak
as silhouettes strip



Run naked,
whispered the rain-
and become free
into the drops
of my wet.
dance into me,
where the sun has
forgotten to beam
and I will give you
puddles-

to drown for.





* I so miss playin',
in the rain ! *winks*


sGp
 
wanting to share Blue's vibrating Christmas present??? Only if I can watch/join in!
Love the hot poem RF!

qp
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QP what did you get her? a back scratcher? an egg beater? onion slicer? electric knife? jumping monkey that clashes symbols? a beeper that vibrates? Energizer bunny? an engraver? a cordless screwdriver? a voodoo penis? an electric shaver? a hand held jack pot machine? an electric pickle only blue? a wwhind up alarm clock that vibrates and dances on the night stand when it goes off?

we're talking christmas and it is not even turkey day yet <grin> the man plans ahead <grin>

thanks blue for the mention today (~_~)
 
It's big and blue!

resembles a common topic on lit, and gives lots of pleasure! It also likes to enter those magical moist spaces! You might even see it sharing space with me!

http://images.search.yahoo.com/sear...nettes&type=jpeg&no=33&tt=192&ei=UTF-8&code=0

QP

My Erotic Tale said:
wanting to share Blue's vibrating Christmas present??? Only if I can watch/join in!
Love the hot poem RF!

qp
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


QP what did you get her? a back scratcher? an egg beater? onion slicer? electric knife? jumping monkey that clashes symbols? a beeper that vibrates? Energizer bunny? an engraver? a cordless screwdriver? a voodoo penis? an electric shaver? a hand held jack pot machine? an electric pickle only blue? a wwhind up alarm clock that vibrates and dances on the night stand when it goes off?

we're talking christmas and it is not even turkey day yet <grin> the man plans ahead <grin>

thanks blue for the mention today (~_~)
 
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ok..2 much information...where is my riding crop...a spanking is in order...crack ...whap...snip..snip...... :D
 
We do

run naked in the rain,
joining wood and water
creating anew, three
elves bring magic elixer
to sad worlds joining
the flesh to the spirit...


QP


sweet GA peaches said:
Run naked,
whispered the rain-
and become free
into the drops
of my wet.
dance into me,
where the sun has
forgotten to beam
and I will give you
puddles-

to drown for.





* I so miss playin',
in the rain ! *winks*


sGp
 
missed you Angel...

quietpoet said:
run naked in the rain,
joining wood and water
creating anew, three
elves bring magic elixer
to sad worlds joining
the flesh to the spirit...


QP


her river runs free
giving birth to puddled thoughts
stirring up the mud......
 
Lost in darkness
starry nights shine in his eyes
beckoning me closer
Blindly I follow him
an acrobat doing tricks
trying to follow his lead
as his hands dance across my body

Back muscles strain, ache, burn
struggling to keep the rhythm
I collapse
a broken doll
The sun rises and steals my starry knight
letting him dance upon the breeze
with some beautiful ballerina

Tear stained and broken
burned by the light
I watch her be twirled away
completely captured by his spell
just as I was

Despite my pain
or maybe because of it
I pray she fares better than I do
so that he may taste the happiness he deserves
the happiness I failed to give him
 
always she dances
surreal her nightmares beckon
taking what she can not have
 
Stories are like sex toys
(or so I've been told)
they are there when you need them
satisfaction on paper
just waiting to be caressed
wanting to please

Use them over and over again
they will never leave
(if they do they are easy to replace)
Infinite in number
a perpetual army of arousal
with enough selection to satisfy all

Reading them
their words embrace you
pulling you into their decadent world.
Writing them
they pour over you, take over you
you lose yourself to fast moving fingers

But like sex toys they have their weaknesses too
for just when you begin to beg for more
the story is over, the batteries die
and you are left alone, unsated,
body quivering with need
wishing for more
and more​
... and more...​
 
Vampiric_Mirage said:
Stories are like sex toys
(or so I've been told)
they are there when you need them
satisfaction on paper
just waiting to be caressed
wanting to please

Use them over and over again
they will never leave
(if they do they are easy to replace)
Infinite in number
a perpetual army of arousal
with enough selection to satisfy all

Reading them
their words embrace you
pulling you into their decadent world.
Writing them
they pour over you, take over you
you lose yourself to fast moving fingers

But like sex toys they have their weaknesses too
for just when you begin to beg for more
the story is over, the batteries die
and you are left alone, unsated,
body quivering with need
wishing for more
and more​
... and more...​

aaah the hook that pulls
its jaws are deep in wetness
defined by borders..
 
tha word toad, came to mind ... so~ weg * lol

he is a toad
do not let'm fool ya
see his princely crown,
has fallen down.

baby blues,
no longer blue,
for they have turned
a greenish hue

warts n tongue snaps
while catching flies
no honey for him
no matter how he tries

red carpet burns
to his croaky knees
they pop n snap
while he climbs trees

kiss him once
and you shall see
he is a disconcerning toad
and not tha prince for thee~

:D
 
Falling For Love

Reiteration
her mantra unrelenting
wet eyes surrender

dementia splintered
daffodils rimmed interface
after her heart ripped

love’s found fable
inspired by invention
legend’s of jive talk..

~~~~
senryu of sensual..
 
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bluerains said:
Reiteration
her mantra unrelenting
wet eyes surrender

dementia splintered
daffodils rimmed interface
after her heart ripped

love’s another fable
inspired by invention
legend’s of jive talk.. <<< I recognize this <grin>

~~~~
senryu of sensual..

Happy Turkey Day blue and QP
 
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