The Literotic Witchy Woman Contest

[JUDO]

Re: Holy Cauldron, Judo!

I may not submit one after reading that. LOL. I'll just vote for yours! Go ahead--make me sick--you wrote in what? 20 minutes?

Yes, something like that, but I did let it steep in the back of my mind for days, knowing about this thread. Funny how the subconscious whittles away at the creative little boxes in all the blackness between one's ears. The next thing you know, you start to work and... Oh, look at what we have here.

Thanks, Angeline (loved your girl's baseball poem!).


- Judo

 

[lickmyboot]

Okay Eve...I have a few to post

Voodun Woman

Throw 'dem bones, my voodoo queen
Roll 'em hard, just like your liquor
mixed with hurricane drops.

Shake your gris-gris
and roll my money
with your graveyard dirt.

O I am hard tight to find that
man with his Ms. Mistress!
I's need your dark arts, Creole woman
Grab your dolls and pins
and blood rags, I need's me
a powerful curse.

Stake his manhood!
Let that hussy see
his southern charm
wilt like a day-old lily in the
swelterin' sun.

Gimme an amulet
that makes him squirm
just thinkin' of me.
I want his heart to bleed
like that there cock's throat.

Throw 'dem bones, my voodoo queen
Throw'em hard, I's got Hell to pay.

 

[lickmyboot]

one more...

Samhain Witches

In darkness we gather--
wild women of the hunt.

Spiral dancing,
a blood moon rising--
full and heavy
like an aching womb.

Blood sisters of moon,
Moon sisters of blood--
tracing circles of
circles past.

Speak in borrowed tongues,
let lips whisper forth
the Ancient ones
to charge this rite.

Stars woven into our hair
shining brightly—thinning the veil
Magic breathes this night.

 

[JUDO]

Charmed Feint of the Good Witch now posted.


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

The deadline for this contest is extended until... whenever.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Crap... I only needed another 15 minutes

 

[WickedEve]

It's been extended. No excuse not to submit a witchy poem now! Ha Ha!

 

[Angeline]

Well that's good news

Disposa wants to trick or treat, but I have to be in the right mood to channel her, lol. (Actually it's about half done)

soon. soon.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Well that's good news

Disposa wants to trick or treat, but I have to be in the right mood to channel her, lol. (Actually it's about half done)

soon. soon.

Well, I let this run until at least the middle of Oct. That'll give Disposa time to dress up.

 

[Angeline]

Thank you

Disposa finds it very funny that this time she gets to put clothes on. That's not weird that she uh talks to me. Right....Right?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Don't know if I can compete with Dispos-a-Witch, so I better do this fast... (meaning it will need to be edited)


Bröckengespenst

Naked, standing, loose hair upon her back,
She smiles in her scented and warm alcove.
Through open widows, like seasoned spirits,
Argentine waves, horizontal and vaporous,
All Hallow's Eve howl haunted moonlight
Enters and spreads, palpitates and lives
Enters and breaks into enthralling beams,
Brightens up reflections of blood stained lips
On tarnished mirrors and crystal chandeliers.
It trembles, almost gasps for breath, slides
Through the floor, unravels -- and lighter,
A dawdling and languid billow of mist,
Kisses her smooth smallest of feet, white,
Ghastly, rises, belts up her leg, longingly,
Ghostly, rises, -- what wondrous coil describes
To envelope her curvaceous hip – proceeds.
Licks her womb, embraces her slender waist,
Nibbles the tumid peeks on her nubile breasts
Rustles lustfully on her shoulder blades,
Wraps around her neck, lovingly tastes her mouth,
And before losing itself in the darkness,
The salacious night of her black hair,
Halts, mystified, before the glitter of her eyes.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Thank you

Disposa finds it very funny that this time she gets to put clothes on. That's not weird that she uh talks to me. Right....Right?

You only have one talking to you? That's what's weird.
Who said that?
Not right now, I'm talking with Angeline.
Oh, go ahead we'll wait.

 

[JUDO]

Re: Re: Thank you

You only have one talking to you? That's what's weird.
Who said that?
Not right now, I'm talking with Angeline.
Oh, go ahead we'll wait.

The Three Pussies of Eve

You only have one talking to you?
That's what's weird. Who said that?
Not right now, I'm talking with Angeline.
Oh, go ahead we'll wait.

What shall we talk about?
I thought you knew.
Is someone on the line?
Turn out the lights!

Now, cut that out - I'm trying to... OH!
Hee! Hee-hee. Ha ha ha ha...
What's the matter, little one?
Who touched me there?

Damnit, if you've got to get something done...
Just trying to be polite.
Oh, as if you knew how.
Look, if we're gonna get nasty.

Who's nasty? Not me.
I wasn't accusing.
Jesus Christ, can't we just get on with it?
With what? Not what - whom.

Oh, why didn't you say so.
She did. At least I think she did.
You all sound the same to me.
But... We're not. Are we?

 

[Angeline]

Judo Went for It

I have been wondering when someone would get the opportunity to take off on that film title "The Three Faces of Eve." And Wicked one, having read your cool naughty poems (not to mention those of That Slut Girl who hangs around with you), I'd say that Joanne Woodward's "Eve Black" had nothin' on you!

(You were doing a word play on that, right Judo?)

 

[WickedEve]

Thanks to Judo, I no longer have 3 pussies. They all fell off and bounced across the floor during my giggle fit over that poem!
(yes, pussies can bounce... up and down.)

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Judo Went for It

I have been wondering when someone would get the opportunity to take off on that film title "The Three Faces of Eve." And Wicked one, having read your cool naughty poems (not to mention those of That Slut Girl who hangs around with you), I'd say that Joanne Woodward's "Eve Black" had nothin' on you!

(You were doing a word play on that, right Judo?)

The slut girl emailed me last night from work (she works in men's underwear at Wal-Mart... uhh... you know, the underwear department.) She slipped in the back and used one of the computers in the office. Anyway, she was gossiping about you last night. She said you were such a liar and that you don't really like jazz. She said she has proof of your Johnny Cash and Boxcar Willy Sing About Love 8 track collection.

 

[JUDO]

Re: Judo Went for It

I'd say that Joanne Woodward's "Eve Black" had nothin' on you!

(You were doing a word play on that, right Judo?)

Oh yeah. Eve Black tried looked the part(albeit in 50's parlance), but I'll bet she never got drunk and took it up the ass as all the good slut's do. Right, RW?

(* cackle *)
- Judo

PS - And WE, there is nothing wrong with a good "Ring of Fire" rendition. I'll bet even Coltrane had to swoon at the cold reality of that tune.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Judo Went for It

Oh yeah. Eve Black tried looked the part(albeit in 50's parlance), but I'll bet she never got drunk and took it up the ass as all the good slut's do. Right, RW?

(* cackle *)
- Judo

PS - And WE, there is nothing wrong with a good "Ring of Fire" rendition. I'll bet even Coltrane had to swoon at the cold reality of that tune.

I remember listening to that Ring Of Fire record back in the 70's. It was a favorite. You gotta love a man in black.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Eve? Can we submit multiple poems, or will we have to pick one?

(This question refers to both this thread and that other unmentionable site)

 

[stargirl32]

cant remember if i emailed it,, am i in time if not???

A spell for time


A dash of darkness before mornings light.

A single note from a brass trombone.

The pressure of a lovers lips.

A comforting thought of home.


Mix within the dawns fresh bowl.

As sun rises from the ground.

Encompass steam from rising dew.

And all of laughter's sound
.


Instill with the silence before the storm.

Combine in the air from a sail.

Heat to boiling on the earths core.

Then Cool on a comets tail .


Grind to dust with the pressure of guilt.

Sive through with a moments thought.

Sprinkle generously over life and loves.

To stop our time being short .

 

[WickedEve]

Eve? Can we submit multiple poems, or will we have to pick one?

(This question refers to both this thread and that other unmentionable site)

Submit all you want.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: cant remember if i emailed it,, am i in time if not???

A spell for time


A dash of darkness before mornings light.

A single note from a brass trombone.

The pressure of a lovers lips.

A comforting thought of home.


Mix within the dawns fresh bowl.

As sun rises from the ground.

Encompass steam from rising dew.

And all of laughter's sound
.


Instill with the silence before the storm.

Combine in the air from a sail.

Heat to boiling on the earths core.

Then Cool on a comets tail .


Grind to dust with the pressure of guilt.

Sive through with a moments thought.

Sprinkle generously over life and loves.

To stop our time being short .

No, you didn't email it. And you are in time. I'm running this for a while longer here and the other place.

 

[_Land]

not really a halloween poem, but..........

here is my submission

Retrospect
by _Land ©
I just want to rant and rave.
Anger burns me, I'm enslaved.
Tormenting torturing treacherous bitch:
why did I marry that damned old witch?

(I'll never know.)

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock, sealing my doom.
She cackled frightfully with glee,
invoked a charm, ensnaring me.

(I should have known.)

Love? I think not; more a farce.
I was blind, was such an arse.
More a lover's spell she cast,
I swore that it would be my last.

(That's one oath already blown.)

I howl at the moon, languid and full,
a wolf that cries alone at night.
I'm lonely, bitter, and sorrowful
at my wrecked past seen in hindsight.

(These words the spiteful seeds I've sown.)

 

[Guest]

October Siren

This is my submission. It begins with a bit of lore. While vacationing in New England early October of 97 I came across a charred cottage during a hike. As I surveyed the place I heard a muffled cry, after a little searching I found a wounded bird whose wing was caught by what was left of the door. I freed the poor animal and returned back in town. I asked about the place at the B&B. The manager told me the tragic story of a woman who had been burned alive there when the town was first settled.

She was in fact a herbalist whose poultice and remedies had cured many a town’s folk. She had refused the advances of the village mayor and subsequently was accused of witchcraft. During her trial she proclaimed her innocence at being evil but would not renounce being a witch. Condemned they took her to her own cottage, tied her to the door and set the place afire. They said that even from town miles away you could hear her cries for help yet no one came.

A few days later I was home and had a dream each night for the remainder of the month. Let me tell you about it...

October Siren

Twilight falls and I grow hungry for you,
hurrying through necessity and ritual.
Candles glow desperate amber
and shadows stalk impatiently teased by desire.
I have no will against you and so must follow suit.
It is how you first found with me, in-between incantation and ancient music slipping into me as a dream.

I thought the wind stirred the door,
bringing oxygen to the fireplace
brightening the light,
swirling the heat on a cool October
but it was you.

Auburn hair flowed around you ignited by candlelight.
On fire you came to me, burning into my flesh
as a perfect willow of my need
that wraps around the secrets,
that pour from me and pool into you.

Once purified I can touch you without the pleasurable-pain.
You caress me, soothing my ache
promising to heal my wounds with your magic
pushing my hand between your thighs I believe you
and we join through the night.

It is before dawn, before the sun that you leave.
Your body growing warm against my skin,
reminding me of what I need.

You come to me each night in October
a willow of my need
on fire to purify me
to thank me.

 

[beths-virtue]

thanks for extending the deadline eve, _land told me about the contest, the day before you had originally closed it , i have a few to share

mostly personal experience

i have one called the jewellry dance, im sure some can relate to ..
B