Sexually Explicit Poetry Challenge
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I thought PEN stood for Penis Envy No-Way!JUDO said:
Yeah, my doctor says it's why I have P.E.N. (permenantly erect nipples). "Nope, it's not cold."
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Just tape those nips down when you go out in public. You don't want to poke an eye out... of course the victim would have to be a short person... or someone totally invading your personal space.
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WickedEve said:
Nah, they're a conversation starter, or stopper. Depending on the person's confidence. They used to be a real problem when I was younger, but now, I like them. And I think most guys I meet will go blind anyway, but not from gettin' poked.
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WickedEve said:A real problem when you were younger? So you have this for real? I don't want to be making fun of a real medical condition, even if it is a sexy one.
Yes, I have this for real. Is it a medical condition? Well, no, I was kidding about that, but they are hard all the time. They just get more tingly when I'm aroused.
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Well... are you happy about it? Would you trade your nipples for regular nipples? Have you written a sonnet about your nipples, yet?JUDO said:
Yes, I have this for real. Is it a medical condition? Well, no, I was kidding about that, but they are hard all the time. They just get more tingly when I'm aroused.
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WickedEve said:
Yes, I'm happy about it. In fact, they gave me a lot of insight into boys when I was in Middle School.
And no, I have not written a nipple sonnet. It never occured to me. Why? Do you want me to? I suppose given the proper inspiration, I could write one about someone else's nipples (hint, hint).
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*inspiring*
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Girl, you write sonnets about almost everything. lolJUDO said:
Yes, I'm happy about it. In fact, they gave me a lot of insight into boys when I was in Middle School.
And no, I have not written a nipple sonnet. It never occured to me. Why? Do you want me to? I suppose given the proper inspiration, I could write one about someone else's nipples (hint, hint).
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Ever tried this one? It's real fun...
As My Boyfriend Stokes
In warm tangle of quilt and robe,
Hips lift tall for panty glide express.
Sash flies apart revealing undress.
Lips shine pink by candlelights' glow.
Half-lidded eyes, knees spread nasty
Hands pinch my tips to pain then shiver,
Wet mango scent wafts hot for quiver
As I play my parts, a violin crafty.
Tongue lolls near my dancing grin,
Fingers sneak down for wet-gloved fruit,
Sweat runs 'tween and moans come mute,
Music jumps twice, I'm watching him.
Butt naked stiff and throbbing red,
Power and grace roars through my mind,
Oiled, shiny, muscled with a tight behind,
Velvet grip pounding, I twitch instead.
"We can't touch." Our mutual yokes -
Me on the bed and he on a chair.
Ten feet of passion pulses through our air,
Working to cum as my boyfriend strokes.
As My Boyfriend Stokes
In warm tangle of quilt and robe,
Hips lift tall for panty glide express.
Sash flies apart revealing undress.
Lips shine pink by candlelights' glow.
Half-lidded eyes, knees spread nasty
Hands pinch my tips to pain then shiver,
Wet mango scent wafts hot for quiver
As I play my parts, a violin crafty.
Tongue lolls near my dancing grin,
Fingers sneak down for wet-gloved fruit,
Sweat runs 'tween and moans come mute,
Music jumps twice, I'm watching him.
Butt naked stiff and throbbing red,
Power and grace roars through my mind,
Oiled, shiny, muscled with a tight behind,
Velvet grip pounding, I twitch instead.
"We can't touch." Our mutual yokes -
Me on the bed and he on a chair.
Ten feet of passion pulses through our air,
Working to cum as my boyfriend strokes.
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Just couldn't resist
Alright. I just couldn't resist this. My apologies for another bad, late night rambling passing as poetry Hope it cracks a smile for you.
POUNDING SURF
Jam it in,
pull it out,
Turn me round and round about.
Prod me high,
prod me low,
push it far as it will go.
Bang me baby,
pound me weak,
stick that thing between my cheeks.
Hot white juice
spurts and flows,
giving donor radiant glow.
Salt and tang,
foam and froth,
coating legs and wetting cloth.
You are done
but I am not,
so lick me baby, make me hot.
Rub and drool,
suck and flick,
I like the way you slurp and lick.
Jam your fingers,
stroke and curl,
Electric spasms now unfurl.
Lap and gulp
at ocean waves,
desire which will strengthen staves.
--Xtaabay
Alright. I just couldn't resist this. My apologies for another bad, late night rambling passing as poetry
Hope it cracks a smile for you.POUNDING SURF
Jam it in,
pull it out,
Turn me round and round about.
Prod me high,
prod me low,
push it far as it will go.
Bang me baby,
pound me weak,
stick that thing between my cheeks.
Hot white juice
spurts and flows,
giving donor radiant glow.
Salt and tang,
foam and froth,
coating legs and wetting cloth.
You are done
but I am not,
so lick me baby, make me hot.
Rub and drool,
suck and flick,
I like the way you slurp and lick.
Jam your fingers,
stroke and curl,
Electric spasms now unfurl.
Lap and gulp
at ocean waves,
desire which will strengthen staves.
--Xtaabay
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Oh, good poems you two. This thread is very special to me, because I wrote my first poem especially for Lit to post it here! Mmmm... Those were the days...
Xtaabay! I was reading your poem and cracking up, imagining it sung by a chorus of bouncing cheerleaders. Yummy.
Judo! Great poem and such a fun activity! LOL
I think you might have a typo, though. Either in the title or the final line. Stokes/Strokes: which is it?
Xtaabay! I was reading your poem and cracking up, imagining it sung by a chorus of bouncing cheerleaders. Yummy.
Judo! Great poem and such a fun activity! LOL
I think you might have a typo, though. Either in the title or the final line. Stokes/Strokes: which is it?
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Lauren.Hynde said:Oh, good poems you two. This thread is very special to me, because I wrote my first poem especially for Lit to post it here! Mmmm... Those were the days...
Xtaabay! I was reading your poem and cracking up, imagining it sung by a chorus of bouncing cheerleaders. Yummy.
You know, I was watching a football game the other day (between writing poetry and baking, of course) and I didn't see one SLO-MO shot of the cheerleaders! What's up with that? All these shots of big guys in tight pants jumping on each other (*pant-pant*), and nothing on the cheerleaders. Stupid Network Execs. I think it's sexist!
Judo! Great poem and such a fun activity! LOL
I think you might have a typo, though. Either in the title or the final line. Stokes/Strokes: which is it?
Gah! (running to check the posted version) It should be strokes. You know that thing the cocksman shouts from the back of the boat? "Cocksman" - love that.
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Prelude a Thermales Après Ski
Grinning and weary after skiing one night,
My girlfriend Grace and I grabbed some beer,
Stripped off our clothes, and wrapped towels so tight
You could make out our boobs and butts, quite clear.
Between the buildings, we ran fast as we could
To an old wooden shack, stained and dark.
Over ice and snow, we froze up real good,
Nipples standing tall in the quiet car park.
Our breath came in shivers as we opened the door
And closed it quick, lest we freeze to the spot.
Another door opened, steam covered the floor,
We couldn't see a thing in this London fog plot.
"Come on in, there's room for two more!"
A shadowed shape smiled, showing his teeth.
I looked at my friend and she looked at the four
Handsome young men, each baring their sheath.
Naked and rippling, all covered in sweat,
They sat in the hot tub, bubbling with steam.
Grace glanced at me as we stood tête-a-tête,
And smiled so wicked as if in a dream.
She gave me the six-pack, ripped off her towel
And jumped in the tub with a drenching splash.
She rose from the depths to some knees with a growl,
"I hope you don't mind just letting us crash?"
A chorus of deep voices assured her we're fine,
Eight eyes turned to me in my minimal attire.
I felt quite welcome as if invited to dine
And as I squatted to sit, Grace turned up the fire.
She parted some knees, I didn't catch his name
And quick as a kiss, she grabbed him stiff.
We all watched her blow at the wondrous flame,
Propelling us off this slippery steep cliff.
A voice was cleared. I looked up from Grace,
And I stared, open-mouthed, at three hardening cocks.
It began real slow, the smile parting my face
As I sat in a puddle on my little, tight box.
Grinning and weary after skiing one night,
My girlfriend Grace and I grabbed some beer,
Stripped off our clothes, and wrapped towels so tight
You could make out our boobs and butts, quite clear.
Between the buildings, we ran fast as we could
To an old wooden shack, stained and dark.
Over ice and snow, we froze up real good,
Nipples standing tall in the quiet car park.
Our breath came in shivers as we opened the door
And closed it quick, lest we freeze to the spot.
Another door opened, steam covered the floor,
We couldn't see a thing in this London fog plot.
"Come on in, there's room for two more!"
A shadowed shape smiled, showing his teeth.
I looked at my friend and she looked at the four
Handsome young men, each baring their sheath.
Naked and rippling, all covered in sweat,
They sat in the hot tub, bubbling with steam.
Grace glanced at me as we stood tête-a-tête,
And smiled so wicked as if in a dream.
She gave me the six-pack, ripped off her towel
And jumped in the tub with a drenching splash.
She rose from the depths to some knees with a growl,
"I hope you don't mind just letting us crash?"
A chorus of deep voices assured her we're fine,
Eight eyes turned to me in my minimal attire.
I felt quite welcome as if invited to dine
And as I squatted to sit, Grace turned up the fire.
She parted some knees, I didn't catch his name
And quick as a kiss, she grabbed him stiff.
We all watched her blow at the wondrous flame,
Propelling us off this slippery steep cliff.
A voice was cleared. I looked up from Grace,
And I stared, open-mouthed, at three hardening cocks.
It began real slow, the smile parting my face
As I sat in a puddle on my little, tight box.
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