The Literotic Witchy Woman Contest

[beths-virtue]

Wonderful necklace.
We do the dance of charming silver,
identifying each other,
by response and nuance .
Finally tentative smile,
Realizing positively,
what was suspected all the while.

Merry meet , sister,
Merry meet brother,
Shaking hands, fingers touching pulses,
smiling into another set of knowing eyes,
that have seen sky clad dancers
under stars, surrounding bonfires.


We order coffee,
sharing in this chance meeting,
We sing the song out loud,
that we have been following

How long have you ?
Oh me well, seems like forever,
but I didn't know what it was until .
Ah you echo my story ,
following me in this song,.

Coffee last dregs from the pot.
Conversation draws to close.
Plan for tea with crones.
Another dance under the moon.

 

[Angeline]

Pyewacket Girl

Pyewacket girl
you can be her familiar
just don’t you get too close

she winds her way
in furry limber slink through
alleyways & cityscapes

to soft October nights that
linger winding round the house
once like yellow smoke

then cool then chill and rush
to pumpkin McCoun apple
crisp blue days of skyless

clouds till moon comes full
rising on the sap of your
desire for her witchy business

back again in peeping
feline eye she shifts the
stars the night sky twirls

she stretches lean and softs
one paw in delicate extention
tips past metal pails and finds

you rubs ankle licks your
chest now tell me you’re not
charmed? Hoo possesses hoo?

 

[Angeline]

She's baaaaaak......

Disposa’s Tricky Treat

Well here it is almost Halloween.

Been away for a while
ergo it must be time
for Ms. Disposa to lay her
jackie-lantern smile into
this cold punkinated October scene

Gotta dress just so for mischief,
right?

Disposa hates to disappoint
and thus she shall annoint herself
with unguents magical and bright

an aura seasonal and spicy
an aura warm in cinnamon delight

then wriggle into shiny thigh high
black lace appliquéd with little
satin kitty face and sequins lying
smooth and pressing to pale skin
as kit espys with green familiar

feline glitter eyes

the great essential short black
dress oh yes Gucci, darling, and
Manuolo spikey sandals oh and
small carress of scent:

Obsession

dark red Chanel Vamp for lips that
compliment the curving siren fingertips

and off she goes
Prada treat bag aswing

Disposa knows you need to talk
to her because although she’s sweet
she is also replete this night with
spells cooked up for you, baby

a frightful brew of boiling perfection
to make you bubble bubble when she

rings your bell

advancing confident and slow

sinuous

in your direction

 

[_Land]

Re: Pyewacket Girl

Angeline I love the imagery here, but a couple things bothered me.......... they are noted below
you can slap me if ya think im being mean

Regards _Land

Pyewacket girl
you can be her familiar
just don’t you get too close

she winds her way
in furry limber slink through
alleyways & cityscapes

to soft October nights that
linger winding round the house
once like yellow smoke

then cool then chill and rush
to pumpkin McCoun apple
crisp blue days of skyless (seperating skyless from clouds hurts the read, at least for me)

clouds till moon comes full
rising on the sap of your
desire for her witchy business

back again in peeping
feline eye she shifts the
stars the night sky twirls

she stretches lean and softs
one paw in delicate extention
tips past metal pails and finds( again here this makes a difficult read)

you rubs ankle licks your
chest now tell me you’re not
charmed? Hoo possesses hoo?

 

[Angeline]

Awww I would never ever slap you

let me think about what you suggest

when I wrote this poem I wanted to make those separations, especially that second one from "finds" to "you"

maybe what I really want to do is separate those words out to emphasize them, and there may be another way to get at that

and _Land? It's great to get compliments about my poems, but it's even better if I get feedback that results in their improvement! Fire away anytime!


P.S. Senna is going to comment on this poem one way or another and I already know at least one thing he is going to say I should change!

 

[Angeline]

Pye Revised

_Land, you son of a gun, when you're right, you're right! Thank you!

Pyewacket Girl

Pyewacket girl
you can be her familiar
just don’t you get too close

she winds her way
in furry limber slink through
alleyways & cityscapes

to soft October nights that
linger winding round the house
once like yellow smoke

then cool then chill and rush
to pumpkin McCoun apple
crisp blue days skyless clouds

till moon comes full rising
on the sap of your desire
for her witchy business

back again in peeping
feline eye she shifts the
stars the night sky twirls

she stretches lean and softs
one paw in delicate extention
tips past metal pails finds you

rubs ankle licks your chest
now tell me you’re not charmed?
Hoo possesses hoo?

(And don't nobody be tellin me about "who and whom." I know and I'm going for the owl sound. T'aint nobody's bidness if I do!)

 

[JUDO]

The Gist of Twist
-------- A Sonnet --------

On knees, the cat pulls down the spaniel's pants
To free the bone that swells and bobs within.
While purring, zips her fur away perchance
Exposing breasts, wet puss and tail for sin.

For now, their masks stay on for witching hour
To tease the one who sees their costumed dance,
But in this darkened room, a trio's power
Will hide for heated sex to wet a glance.

Feline hot lips distend dog's quickened cock
To spray his seed across her boobs with guile.
Yon closet hides a secret girl sans frock
Whose fingers dip within her torrid smile.

She loves to watch her sister kneel and quaff,
For it's the only way that she gets off.

 

[christcat69]

In a witchy mood today

Gaia's Little Hollo-box
She slinks from behind the old dogwood tree,
Cobalt eyes peircing me,
Agate amulet hanging upon her bosom,
She grasps it and whispers beneath her breath,
"Trust in me, fore I am true. Lean upon me, fore I am strong."
She opened a small pewter box
Blew it's contents at me,
And in that breath she was gone.
Only traces of aromatic jojoba left in the chilling air,
Wind tickling my back - my playful goddess.
The leaves and wind form a cyclonic spiral before me,
Dies down just as it came and a gentle breeze carresses me
No longer feeling so alone under this bloodmoon,
On our riteful sabbat, Samhain.

This one is in dedication to the Goddess.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Bröckengespenst revised

Bröckengespenst

Naked, standing, hair loose down her back,
She smiles in warm sea-scented alcove.
Through open windows like seasoned spirits,
Argentine waves, horizontal and vaporous,
All Hallow's Eve howls haunted moonlight
Enters and spreads, palpitates and lives
Enters and breaks over enthralling beams,
Brightens reflections of blood-stained lips
On tarnished mirrors and crystal chandeliers.
It trembles, almost gasps for breath, slides
Through the floor, unravels -- and lightens,
A dawdling languid billow of drifting mist,
Kisses smoothness of her smallest of feet,
White, ghastly, rises up her leg, longingly,
Ghostly, rises, -- and wondrous coil describes
Then envelopes curvaceous hip -- proceeds to
Licks her womb, embrace her slender waist,and
Nibble on the tumid peeks of her nubile breasts
It rustles lust upon her shoulder blades,
Wraps around her neck, lovingly tastes her mouth.
Before it dissipates along the darkness
And the salacious night of her black hair,
Halts, mystified, before the glitter of her eyes.

 

[christcat69]

Re: Bröckengespenst revised

Bröckengespenst

Naked, standing, hair loose down her back,
She smiles in warm sea-scented alcove.
Through open windows like seasoned spirits,
Argentine waves, horizontal and vaporous,
All Hallow's Eve howls haunted moonlight
Enters and spreads, palpitates and lives
Enters and breaks over enthralling beams,
Brightens reflections of blood-stained lips
On tarnished mirrors and crystal chandeliers.
It trembles, almost gasps for breath, slides
Through the floor, unravels -- and lightens,
A dawdling languid billow of drifting mist,
Kisses smoothness of her smallest of feet,
White, ghastly, rises up her leg, longingly,
Ghostly, rises, -- and wondrous coil describes
Then envelopes curvaceous hip -- proceeds to
Licks her womb, embrace her slender waist,and
Nibble on the tumid peeks of her nubile breasts
It rustles lust upon her shoulder blades,
Wraps around her neck, lovingly tastes her mouth.
Before it dissipates along the darkness
And the salacious night of her black hair,
Halts, mystified, before the glitter of her eyes.

Wow Lauren, you have so much talent. I love being embraced by your poetry. You are very visual and artistic. When you write about something, I can picture the whole scene.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Re: Re: Bröckengespenst revised

Wow Lauren, you have so much talent. I love being embraced by your poetry. You are very visual and artistic. When you write about something, I can picture the whole scene.

Mmm, thank you, christcat!
I didn't think much of it, but I'm glad it tickled your fancy. lol
And thank you Angeline, for helping me with the edit. You're the best.

Now, can I quote you on the visual and artistic thing? One of my teachers has trouble accepting it sometimes...


Eve? I won't be back until the 18th, so I guess I'll miss the voting on your site. I might have another poem to submit here when I get back, if it's still open by then.

Big hugs to everyone. Good luck!

 

[WickedEve]

update

All entries that I've recieved for the other Witchy Woman contest are now posted there. If any of you that have posted only to this thread wish to enter the other contest, let me know because the deadline there is this Sat. night. And this contest here will ending soon, too. So far, all the poems are incredible! I'm so glad I don't have to vote.

 

[KatPurrs]

Re: October Siren

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.

Oh, let me be the first to thank you Mr. October! LOL

I enjoyed this. Very nice, very sensual, very mysterious. I like that in a poem!

Dedicated to you, Mr. October, whoever you are - do come back, won't you?

come to me in my Black Woods
where we can get lost in us
we'll shed our inhibitions
like autumn leaves of rust

stand me golden and naked
as naked as the birch will be
twirl me around like a falling leaf
I want your eyes on me
float me to the mossy ground.
and make sweet love to me

I promise a trail of bread crumbs
to return to reality
unless you choose to stay lost
in our woodland fantasy

Kat

 

[JUDO]

Re: Re: October Siren

Oh, let me be the first to thank you Mr. October! LOL

I enjoyed this. Very nice, very sensual, very mysterious. I like that in a poem!

Dedicated to you, Mr. October, whoever you are - do come back, won't you?

come to me in my Black Woods
where we can get lost in us
we'll shed our inhibitions
like autumn leaves of rust

stand me golden and naked
as naked as the birch will be
twirl me around like a falling leaf
I want your eyes on me
float me to the mossy ground.
and make sweet love to me

I promise a trail of bread crumbs
to return to reality
unless you choose to stay lost
in our woodland fantasy

Kat

You really got me with the "float me to the mossy ground and make sweet love to me." and the " I promise a trail of bread crumbs to return to reality."

Beautiful stuff, Kat.


- Judo

 

[KatPurrs]

Re: Re: Re: October Siren

You really got me with the "float me to the mossy ground and make sweet love to me." and the " I promise a trail of bread crumbs to return to reality."

Beautiful stuff, Kat.


- Judo

Thanks Judo - You ok? *fanning you frantically* LOL

I appreciate the comment. Glad it gotcha. I submitted it this morning.

Kat

 

[WickedEve]

Voting Time!

Thanks everyone for posting such great poems! The 2 voting threads are now ready. Please vote! And I'll post the results of the other Witchy Woman Contest soon.

Eve

 

[WickedEve]

Sexlacious Witchy Woman Voting Results

Voting results for the poems that were submitted to the Witchy Woman contest at Sexlacious:

1st Smoke-Burnt October - by Rybka
2nd Voodun Woman - by lickmyboot
3rd Pyewacket Girl - by Angeline

Congratulations!

 

[smithpeter]

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[WickedEve]

,

The comma is nice but I prefer ! or ? I think they are more expressive.

To everyone that entered the sexlacious contest, I want to tell you that it was very close. The poems that won, won by a hair. I read all of the poems several times and I could have never made a decision on the winning poems. Thank goodness I didn't have to. lol

 

[Angeline]

Thank You

Thank you Eve. As I said to you yesterday, I was amazed to have won because I thought the poems were all really good--I mean really, really good, lol.

Special congrats to Rybka and Lick My Boot (whom, after reading that Vodun poem thingy, I ain't never messing with). Somehow I think Lauren should receive a special "technology" award for formatting Rybka's wonderful poem!

And Smithpeter, buddy? Nice comma. Lol. And your point is???

 

[WickedEve]

Does that comma have anything to do with the fact that your poem originally ended with a comma, and I asked if you wanted to end your poem with a comma, so you removed the comma, and now you're thinking that by removing the comma it took away from the meaning of your poem? (damn, that was a long sentence!)

 

[Rybka]

Re: Sexlacious Witchy Woman Voting Results

Voting results for the poems that were submitted to the Witchy Woman contest at Sexlacious:

1st Smoke-Burnt October - by Rybka
2nd Voodun Woman - by lickmyboot
3rd Pyewacket Girl - by Angeline

Congratulations!

First, thanks WE for the opportunity to enter your contest.

I would like to agree with Angeline that everyone who helped display my poem as it was written deserves some of the credit.
I would like to go and read the rest of the poems and any comments that the judge(s) made, but for some reason I cannot get Sexalicious to load. I keep getting an error message.
I'd post the poem on the poem board here, but I don't have the "technical excellence" of Lauren and others, and I am tired of my work being altered by this site!

Regards,                       Rybka

 

[Rybka]

Sexalicious

WickedEve, What is the reason that Sexalicious is unreachable? Is it me, or is it a website/server problem?

Regards,                       Rybka

 

[WickedEve]

Oh poo! It was down a few days ago. It was fine earlier today but I guess there is some problem again. The host is usually good. They go for many months without a problem but when they do have one, it's a biggy. I'm sure the darn thing will be back online soon.

 

[WickedEve]

Well, it's back already. I guess I should do something about that snotty letter I sent my host.