The Monthly Poetry Challenge, July 2007

[drown]

caressing with words they did play
with avatars new to the day
a virgin, pray no
for if it were so
the regulars here'd be asplay

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[UnderYourSpell]

A maiden I lie neath my sire
so turgid inside his attire
I tremble and cry
at the look in his eye
my wetness aquenching his fire

(couldn't get last line right!)

 

[Tzara]

Love Song of the Ethnobotanist

A male virgin writing pornographic poems
Wrote feelingly of xylem and of phloem.
Interpreting them, she
Deduced "sequoia" was his "tree"
And took that massive trunk of his back hoem.

 

[FifthFlower]

Virgin Porn Writer Just Dreaming Away Her Life

She is writing of guys who would sin
With their peckers, cocked up to go in,
And explode what they've got,
Which she claims is a lot,
Though real men can't be teased to begin.

 

[average gina]

Those chocolate eyes
those Bordeaux lips
to my surprise
the sway of her hips

Deflowered already
she once was young
Was it with her steady?
Was he well hung?

Were there fireworks?
Did she get that tingle?
Under which of her skirts
did he enter and mingle …

No, they were green.
it’s not hypnotic
not enough steam
I can't do erotic

 

[Tarakin]

Impossible

To get a lover for herself
she found
impossible

so she wrote down
what for her was
impossible

She blushed while writing
for her thoughts were
impossible

Then sex happened to her
and she noticed:
Impossible!

What she had written down
was anatomically
impossible

 

[sandspike]

Novice

new to the job
never having produced
a fuck out of water
he had to deduce

"Ok sugar, what will it be."
said the starlet bouncing her knee

"Oh God" was all he could say

"Gotcha...missionary, lets fuck away"

 

[Sapphire_O]

Is there an August challenge? I haven't seen it around...

 

[BooMerengue]

Well, I hope so, but maybe a winter challenge ought to be inserted in here.

Damn, it's hot!!

I wish so much I could get back in here.

I remember a virgin,
a freshman in high school.
Not just any school,
but a Catholic All Girl school,
with hundreds of young girls,
about fifty nuns in the old fashioned habit,
and one young, freckled, red headed,
blue eyed priest.

The girl used to throw her leg
over the stair railing
pretending she was going to slide down,
but really she was waiting.
Waiting for young Fr O'Malley
to leave his office to
go say the Mass for the Senior girls.

But she was only a lonely freshman.
He hardly ever saw her.

straight from the hip so be kind; DAMN!! I want my computer back!

I love all y'all!!