I need sex!

[Guest]

It didn't land. It's stuck in the wall. Actually, that's how I killed my 3rd husband. I don't even recall his name now. But I do remember how comical he looked with Goliath (my dildo) sticking out of his forehead. Then the police took it away and called it evidence. I cried.

Goliath You wicked woman, LOL!

For some reason I pictured it stuck in the wall. Go figure.

I guess you gave your husband a great message before death. I wish I knew all the details so I could have done the same to my ex husband. But, you didn't do it right. The police came. Hope you didn't do much time. <cackles>

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Okay, nasty you want, nasty you get.....




silence broken
by ripping fabric
buttons tap-dancing on the floor

lunging into a kiss
eliciting half-sob
half-moan

as hands entangle hair
bent back
exposing reluctant charms

teeth tease exposed flesh
along a shoulder
torturing neck and throat

with lingering licks
kisses and mock-savage bites
rapid pulse against his lips

growls evoked
by bouncing breasts
her shirt torn completely off

hardened nipples offer targets
for lingering licks
and bites to the edge of pain

thrown upon the carpet
skirt hem gives way
when legs are forced apart

boundaries shredded
in an instant
reveal a taunting treasure

a moments respite offers
an elusive thought of escape
quickly squashed

as she is pounced upon
and ridden down
growling at her throat

she feels it press upon her
seeking urgent entry
seeking such asylum

forcibly taken
with a gasp of pain
and moan of need

offer up your sense of worth
that I may take you as I please
when I please

immovable lover’s arms
kept immobile in restraint
responding only with trembling

As an urgent need arises
decadent desire fulfilled
helpless but to satisfy

Holy fuck-me Fool man! This is exactly what I have been begging for!

You sooo get where I was coming from. And got me to where I was coming to.

Please feel free to poetry fuck me any day or night. You rock my thread!

Syn

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Have you been drinking, Syn, you wild chickie, you?

Not in 37 months. Go read Too drunk to fly.

You can play bi with me any day, pretty girl, but we have to invite Fool. He is the king of my thread!

Syn

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Para your thread, Syndra chica.


Essence

Pull me on you.
Say I want that.
Take it. It's yours.
Say I'm yours.
Take me. We are.
You are mine.

Unwrap me.
I'm your gift.

Unfold me, open me
like origami, like flowers.
Bury your face in woman petals.
Drink the morning's dew,
and mingle us with kiss.

Watch my eyes.
Whisper all my secret names,
drown in essence.

Swallow us. No more world
remains but breeze and breath,
the sea crying, silent
on the private strand.

Now this is enticing. I like this little señorita. Oooh, I love this poetry sex. Soooo good.

Eve's offer of a gang verse sounds pretty good. It must be dark in VA, Eve! Where's the av we all want? I am sorry if Goliath was hurt during Fool's poem. That would be a tragedy for which I could never forgive myself.

Syn

 

[Guest]

Not in 37 months. Go read Too drunk to fly.

You can play bi with me any day, pretty girl, but we have to invite Fool. He is the king of my thread!

Syn

A 3-some. <scratches chin> I can handle this. Well, maybe...think, think, think.

Yes, that was an excellent poem, Fool, and congrats to no more drinking, Syn


III

God handed me my voice
and a pen.
I sprouted wings.
(very moving)

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Seattle Rain has some hot ones, here is one I know you liked, I redid it.

Just

words and invitation
arouse electric desire

in my sleep
I hold your information quiet

you have spoiled me
tonight I just long for you, just you
out from zipper, out for me
for me

a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore
taking you in my mouth
by the book, on my knees

as you hold hands tight on hotel radiator
looking out the window into the parking lot

not scenic, just an industrial park
truckers and travelers sleep and pass
this is not a destination.

nothing grows here except
highway rumble.
and in my mouth it is just you

not a poet, you
raw and real
uncomplicated by adjectives
and symbolism
nothing to post
pretend, prepare, picture

just you
out of denim
into mouth
as long as it takes

just give me your cum
I will take it without asking for salt,
fantasy or friendship

you can come loud and
hard in my mouth
truckers and travelers might hear,
but that is to be expected
it is every day

it is not poetry it is just sex
pounded hard and loud against glass
clouds and drops
fist and knuckle

Oh, Anna! You nasty poet sister! this is good. Someone tapped your thread earlier today and I gotta say, it was very hot. Some good porn poetry there. We don't see nearly enough of your sweet words these days.

Thanks for stopping by for the party!

 

[WickedEve]

Now this is enticing. I like this little señorita. Oooh, I love this poetry sex. Soooo good.

Eve's offer of a gang verse sounds pretty good. It must be dark in VA, Eve! Where's the av we all want? I am sorry if Goliath was hurt during Fool's poem. That would be a tragedy for which I could never forgive myself.

Syn

Okay. There's the butt that Fly says looks like a bunny.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Okay. There's the butt that Fly says looks like a bunny.

Nice ass, I mean av. Thanks Eve, my day is complete.

Syn

 

[champagne1982]

You can all look at my member page for old erotic poetry. Right now, I feel it too--

A whispered command visits
the corners of white, linen,
Fuck me!

Then shaky fingers move
inside and touch the wet
that makes that erotic glide
reality
chased away with the smooth
thrust of hips, slapping thighs
drum a summons
to visions glimpsed
through a wet veil
of irrational passion.

Tear these sheets and prove
that sexual frenzy drives
logic into hiding. Show me
how you fit and offer
a glimpse of the portrait
lust paints on love's canvas.

Spatters of colourful light
erupt and shine
where before the rosy pink
of detached impressions
washed across this bedding
landscape.

Fuck me!
Who am I to argue?

 

[Syndra Lynn]

-

A whispered command visits
the corners of white, linen,
Fuck me!

<snip>

Tear these sheets and prove
that sexual frenzy drives
logic into hiding. Show me
how you fit and offer
a glimpse of the portrait
lust paints on love's canvas.

<snip>

Fuck me!
Who am I to argue?

The poem rocks and so does the ass in your av!

You people are my salvation! my inspiration

This whole thread leaves me with a warm wet feeling and a pounding in my chest. God you're good.

Now that my crisis of faith has passed, I think I'll go write a poem.

Syn

 

[SeattleRain]

Rodeo Ready

as requested Mistress Syndra

Miss anna even did research on this, rodeo terms and point structure. got so hot she could barely type let alone worry about things like line breaks and run ons and ons


we are rodeo ready:
by annaswirls ©

~

we are rodeo ready:

leather thong, choke ropes,
tie down, wire

rosined soft leather glove for
grasping bull rope...

you ready to ride, cowboy?
back is strong, oiled,
dressed per request

you ready to score high points
for this go-around?

please baby please,
read me the rules,
read me the rules:

No choke ropes, tie downs, or wire around the neck
ridden with a bridle - bits in mouth,

maintain balance, rhythm and control,
while spurring vertically above heart
follow – through each spurring lick up neck
over the break of the shoulders, touching

high score for kicking action, power –
hardness of kick, lunge, and hit the ground –
change direction,
rolling,
twisting


come on cowboy score me high,
ride it, ride it then
change game,
take me down,
catch as catch can
wrist to ankle
ankle to wrist
cross and tie

you have me now
hoof and heel harness and tie
pushed over head
take what is yours baby,
take what is yours

 

[Syndra Lynn]

as requested Mistress Syndra




we are rodeo ready:
by annaswirls ©

Now that there is a great poetry fuck! Yes! Yeehaw, even.

I feel so utterly satisfied.

And my humble thanks to miss Anna and her lovely research. You rock, poet sister.

Syn

 

[Honey123]

This was a great thread...I had so much fun yesterday and today, I am getting horny!!!!

I did submit my poems and they posted....

Thanx Syn and Flyguy69

 

[Maria2394]

It didn't land. It's stuck in the wall. Actually, that's how I killed my 3rd husband. I don't even recall his name now. But I do remember how comical he looked with Goliath (my dildo) sticking out of his forehead. Then the police took it away and called it evidence. I cried.

OMG, eve!! have you considered a carreer in comedy? I can see it now, Appearing at the Comedy House in Columbia SC, Eve and her band of squirt- dildos, guaranteed to make you moan in extacy,. groan in agony, leave your hubbys at home, ladies, you wont need them tonight!!

or at the very least, you could/should be patented as an anti-depressant

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Have we had enough sex yet? Is that a stupid question? Are we moving on to the painfully awkward and uncomfortable silence and ciggarettes? The feigned affection after the real lust? I'm trying to remember who it was that said too much medicine is poison, and a little poison is a good medicine... But i've forgotten.... Its a funny story if anyone knows it... the man in question died of self inflicted mercury poisoning trying to validate his theory... Its irony, at a base level maybe... but irony all the same.... and I like it.

 

[Kundalinguini]

[ This always happens to me... it started out intending to be a nice straight-ahead poetry fuck, but I don't think it even made it past the first four words before it got a mind of its own and just took off elsewhere. It should probably just be named Runaway Poem ]

opiate moon draws dreams
on heavy-lidded eyes,
her flesh damp
humid with the night
stirs, opens to its touch,
a hint of breeze drifts
scented with her musk

twin horns of moonlight
hold her legs sprawled wide
with bonds of sleep,
tight as any rope,
in thrall bedazzled
till at Ariadne's whim
her consort comes

eyelids flutter,
warm breath
rich and earthy
spreads her thighs,
a glint of moonlight
wet between her folds,
a coaxing touch that parts her,
breathes her in,
tastes and teases and

impales her with the thrust
of mountains tearing sky
and sliding shafts of light
that pierce sequoia gloom,
cathedralesque,
to splash the forest floor
reflecting dewdrops
like the beads of sweat
that run between her breasts,
trickling down her,
sucked by current to cascade
plummeting weightless
over the edge,
a waterfall, plunging
crashing, thunderous
deep into a pool
it churns to foam

she gasps, in dream and out,
as if the earth itself
had slid into her very core,
wanting, needing
taking, giving
ravaging, caressing
leaving her
panting, sweating
exhausted
blinking at the dawn​

BTW, great thread, Syn.

Oh, and thanks for the kind words back there... you know you make me all wet and runny, too.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Woo hoo! Kundalinguini is back!

opiate moon draws dreams
on heavy-lidded eyes,
her flesh damp
humid with the night
stirs, opens to its touch,
a hint of breeze drifts
scented with her musk

twin horns of moonlight
hold her legs sprawled wide
with bonds of sleep,
tight as any rope,
in thrall bedazzled
till at Ariadne's whim
her consort comes

eyelids flutter,
warm breath
rich and earthy
spreads her thighs,
a glint of moonlight
wet between her folds,
a coaxing touch that parts her,
breathes her in,
tastes and teases and

impales her with the thrust
of mountains tearing sky
and sliding shafts of light
that pierce sequoia gloom,
cathedralesque,
to splash the forest floor
reflecting dewdrops
like the beads of sweat
that run between her breasts,
trickling down her,
sucked by current to cascade
plummeting weightless
over the edge,
a waterfall, plunging
crashing, thunderous
deep into a pool
it churns to foam

she gasps, in dream and out,
as if the earth itself
had slid into her very core,
wanting, needing
taking, giving
ravaging, caressing
leaving her
panting, sweating
exhausted
blinking at the dawn​

OMG!! Breathing hard, chest heaving, trembling at the touch of your words.

You fuck me soo good. mmmmmmmm

and thanks

I've missed your poetry. Do me again.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

thank you all

The Naughty Bits


a found poem by:

saldne
tolyk
the Mutt
Tathagata
kundalinguini
Wicked Eve
flyguy69
Angeline
Remec
Du Lac
patjam
tungtied2u
Trent Dutch
Maria2394
Honey123
The Fool
Eleanora Day
seattlerain
annaswirls
champagne1982
Syndra Lynn

A masturbatory poem of the Literotic Goddess~


We could all write her a poem and like... umm... gang verse her

A whispered command visits
the corners of white, linen,
Fuck me!

Ready to pounce
hungry to fuck

Gimme that sex thing
Serve it up hot

syndra-licious--
you dear lady ARE sex

a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore

tongue is butterfly wings
testing and teasing,

Mouth wide open
Deepthroat diva

nudge at the back of her throat
greedy lust takes the length

On your knees dog!
lick my poetry

Clothes fly off like teenagers ready to rut.

ripping fabric
buttons tap-dancing on the floor

Oh, you haven't missed a thing, Fool! Fuck me with your very hot and nasty poetry.

Okay, nasty you want, nasty you get.....

thrown upon the carpet
skirt hem gives way

He parts her legs,
With a nudge from his knee,

Buried face in woman petals.
Drink the morning's dew

white-washed sea scent
tangy ocean taste below

hips dancing now,
arch and sway and grind up to my tongue. I flick until you back away,
Then suck you in, tongue round and round, your rhythm now its own.

hardened nipples offer targets
bites to the edge of pain

lick, and suck, taste and tease, ohhh, long strokes with wet tongue, belly side up, let my hair flow all over you, get me sticky, i love it, yummy

Salt seeps urgent,
eager for the slide,
the slip of heels
on hips. She hisses

as she is pounced upon
and ridden down
growling at her throat

impales her with the thrust
of mountains tearing sky
and sliding shafts of light
that pierce sequoia gloom,
cathedralesque,
to splash the forest floor

forcibly taken
with a gasp of pain
and moan of need

fabric is rent and falls,
as does the four armed
four legged two backed beast
to start the ancient dance

draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,

Lightning in a velvet glove, the rod in silk and oil,
A supernova on the brink, blood about to boil,

high score for kicking action, power –
hardness of kick, lunge, and hit the ground –
change direction,
rolling,
twisting

He grabs her hips tight in his hands and rocks her in and out
Watching as he's swallowed by her pussy's perfect pout

come on cowboy score me high,
ride it, ride it

Holy fuck-me, this is exactly what I have been begging for!

dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe

Wow, I just shot my dildo across the room

A milky arc of jism in the air

I retrieve
the last pearl,
with the tip of my tongue.

so sweet and oozing
pearlescent drops of honey,

it is not poetry it is just sex
pounded hard and loud

Then she,
who has been neglected during winter,
takes liquid offering
to sustain her through
another month of ice
and death and darkness

the weight of you
leaning against me
while we say goodbye

Please feel free to poetry fuck me any day or night. You rock my world!

 

[Angeline]

Syndra sweety you are too cool!

Gee, the first Literotica poetry forum orgy. Anyone want a handiwipe?

 

[WickedEve]

Syndra sweety you are too cool!

Gee, the first Literotica poetry forum orgy. Anyone want a handiwipe?

Is she still horny?

 

[Guest]

The Naughty Bits


a found poem by:





A masturbatory poem of the Literotic Goddess~


We could all write her a poem and like... umm... gang verse her

A whispered command visits
the corners of white, linen,
Fuck me!

Ready to pounce
hungry to fuck

Gimme that sex thing
Serve it up hot

syndra-licious--
you dear lady ARE sex

a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore

tongue is butterfly wings
testing and teasing,

Mouth wide open
Deepthroat diva

nudge at the back of her throat
greedy lust takes the length

On your knees dog!
lick my poetry

Clothes fly off like teenagers ready to rut.

ripping fabric
buttons tap-dancing on the floor

Oh, you haven't missed a thing, Fool! Fuck me with your very hot and nasty poetry.

Okay, nasty you want, nasty you get.....

thrown upon the carpet
skirt hem gives way

He parts her legs,
With a nudge from his knee,

Buried face in woman petals.
Drink the morning's dew

white-washed sea scent
tangy ocean taste below

hips dancing now,
arch and sway and grind up to my tongue. I flick until you back away,
Then suck you in, tongue round and round, your rhythm now its own.

hardened nipples offer targets
bites to the edge of pain

lick, and suck, taste and tease, ohhh, long strokes with wet tongue, belly side up, let my hair flow all over you, get me sticky, i love it, yummy

Salt seeps urgent,
eager for the slide,
the slip of heels
on hips. She hisses

as she is pounced upon
and ridden down
growling at her throat

impales her with the thrust
of mountains tearing sky
and sliding shafts of light
that pierce sequoia gloom,
cathedralesque,
to splash the forest floor

forcibly taken
with a gasp of pain
and moan of need

fabric is rent and falls,
as does the four armed
four legged two backed beast
to start the ancient dance

draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,

Lightning in a velvet glove, the rod in silk and oil,
A supernova on the brink, blood about to boil,

high score for kicking action, power –
hardness of kick, lunge, and hit the ground –
change direction,
rolling,
twisting

He grabs her hips tight in his hands and rocks her in and out
Watching as he's swallowed by her pussy's perfect pout

come on cowboy score me high,
ride it, ride it

Holy fuck-me, this is exactly what I have been begging for!

dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe

Wow, I just shot my dildo across the room

A milky arc of jism in the air

I retrieve
the last pearl,
with the tip of my tongue.

so sweet and oozing
pearlescent drops of honey,

it is not poetry it is just sex
pounded hard and loud

Then she,
who has been neglected during winter,
takes liquid offering
to sustain her through
another month of ice
and death and darkness

the weight of you
leaning against me
while we say goodbye

Please feel free to poetry fuck me any day or night. You rock my world!

Jebus, Syn!

You know, every time you say "poetry fuck me", it drives me insane, and now reading this??? I need to go play with myself. I'm sure I can do it in 5 mins or less

 

[Angeline]

Is she still horny?

Gosh I hope not. I'm running out of erotic poems. I might actually have to write a new one.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Is she still horny?

My lust is slaked!

As soon as Kundalinguini showed me his big thick words, I creamed my panties.

Happy as a clam. I sure enjoyed rolling around with you guys.

Syn

 

[tolyk]

Incredible compilation there Syn

I've been trying to think up a new poem, it just doesn't come to me isntantaneously, unfortunately.

 

[flyguy69]

My lust is slaked!

As soon as Kundalinguini showed me his big thick words, I creamed my panties.

Happy as a clam. I sure enjoyed rolling around with you guys.

Syn

All that's left now is sorting out the underwear.

You give a great orgy, Syn, and no one needs an antibiotic or a ride home! Thanks for this wild little romp.

Oh, um, your boobs are showing.