Would you?

[butters]

I thought the time was right

sunday seems a good day to tackle this and the glosa....

oy

 

[champagne1982]

<snip>
Champ your subject is If you were a man in bed with a woman
<snip>
Yeah I'm in a weird frame of mind

Killing 2 birds with one stone...

mote

Cane Sugar Burn
by Neonurotic©

We move in a slow syrupy motion,
around and through each other.
Eyes are slit, mouths open, whispering.
We speak in the language of lovers
with passion burnt lips until we candy.

glossa

We move in a slow syrupy motion
gravity dictates the direction my mouth
takes to taste the reduction made by flames
we set to simmer since this morning
as you stretched and we sought to breathe

around and through each other's lips and teeth.
To call it a kiss is saying nothing about how
much I wanted to stay in bed instead of leaving.
I seasoned the recipe with a stroke along the sides
of your breasts until pleasure rattled the lid on desire.

Eyes are slit, mouths open, whispering,
good morning the same way you always do
but now I’m home and back against your curves
delving inside your navel until your giggles
turn to demands to follow the recipe again.

We speak in the language of lovers
that needs no method of when to stir.
Mise en place and then boil until soft
ball stage. Let cool with cuddles else
when we grab an early lick of the spoon

with passion burnt lips until we candy.
Forget the butter this isn’t caramel,
this is hard toffee to let sugar
on your tongue until you can’t stop
cracking the wafer between your teeth.

 

[Remec]

A little behind, first week of school has my routine a little more upheaved than I thought it would, considering how old the kids are and all.
-----

Monsters

“Everyone carries around
..........their own monsters.”
....................– Richard Pryor

Soft and leathery,
had been my first
impression on our first
visit. Such a dark and dreary
little closet of an office,
smelling of wood soap, cigars;
the rich aroma of someone
trying to be elegant, all bound
with the vaguest hint of sweat

“Lie down, let’s talk.”

Ah, yes, talking…taking those
winding walks and watching what
happened over and over again;
letting the words flow, bit by bit,
first in spots, then spurts, then spewing
over us both in such a delicious
shower; I could smell it, taste it.

Then came the real sensory input.

The pulses—in my hands, then my
fingers, carrying through to the throat
before me—how hard it all was,
how hard I was, even then, just
supine on leather, “talking” about it.
Doctors.

I go through so many of them.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Killing 2 birds with one stone...

mote

Cane Sugar Burn
by Neonurotic©

We move in a slow syrupy motion,
around and through each other.
Eyes are slit, mouths open, whispering.
We speak in the language of lovers
with passion burnt lips until we candy.

glossa

We move in a slow syrupy motion
gravity dictates the direction my mouth
takes to taste the reduction made by flames
we set to simmer since this morning
as you stretched and we sought to breathe

around and through each other's lips and teeth.
To call it a kiss is saying nothing about how
much I wanted to stay in bed instead of leaving.
I seasoned the recipe with a stroke along the sides
of your breasts until pleasure rattled the lid on desire.

Eyes are slit, mouths open, whispering,
good morning the same way you always do
but now I’m home and back against your curves
delving inside your navel until your giggles
turn to demands to follow the recipe again.

We speak in the language of lovers
that needs no method of when to stir.
Mise en place and then boil until soft
ball stage. Let cool with cuddles else
when we grab an early lick of the spoon

with passion burnt lips until we candy.
Forget the butter this isn’t caramel,
this is hard toffee to let sugar
on your tongue until you can’t stop
cracking the wafer between your teeth.

tut tut naughty girl but you do make me smile *flexes cane in hand and wonders whether to use it or not*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

A little behind, first week of school has my routine a little more upheaved than I thought it would, considering how old the kids are and all.
-----

Monsters

“Everyone carries around
..........their own monsters.”
....................– Richard Pryor

Soft and leathery,
had been my first
impression on our first
visit. Such a dark and dreary
little closet of an office,
smelling of wood soap, cigars;
the rich aroma of someone
trying to be elegant, all bound
with the vaguest hint of sweat

“Lie down, let’s talk.”

Ah, yes, talking…taking those
winding walks and watching what
happened over and over again;
letting the words flow, bit by bit,
first in spots, then spurts, then spewing
over us both in such a delicious
shower; I could smell it, taste it.

Then came the real sensory input.

The pulses—in my hands, then my
fingers, carrying through to the throat
before me—how hard it all was,
how hard I was, even then, just
supine on leather, “talking” about it.
Doctors.

I go through so many of them.

Interesting take on the subject and also I don't know if this is me being kinky but I find this very erotic! Is upheaved a new word?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

So I don't lose track, but if and when you can ............

Champagne your new subject is You are an Elephant!
Remec your new subject is You are a Penis

 

[HarryHill]

Gone Down

Precipitation:

Vacation, roll out the house,
roll down south from Tennessee,
as miles pass see,
Cullman, Jasper, Birmingham, Alabaster,
Prattville, above the flood plains of lower Alabama,
where torrential rains drain to bay and bayou,
west to Mississippi all the way to Gautier
and the home by the Singing River.

Inundation: Gautier, new river house

I am afraid for my soul
in this house of a hundred crosses
no two the same.
Only the silver glyph
hanging from my neck
an amulet to hold back
the tortured visage crucified
and the demons that must surely assault
the home of a lost loved patriarch.
Night passes slowly in vigil.

Perception:

The sun rises across the river
sleepily opening a neon eye to survey
the citadel, safe through another night.

Pointing a finger of unendurable glare,
blindingly bright across the waters,
blasting malign shades from nocturnal assault.

They slink behind great trees
rising above the high ground,
like a crenellated wall of first defense,
foundations sunk deep in black sandy soil.
Their scars show signs of long service,
not a one untouched, yet still strong.
Sentry squirrels bound from tooth to tooth
chattering all clear.

How many years the Live Oaks
endured on those river bluffs
standing resolute against the elements
before I first saw them,
Spanish Moss bearding twisted limbs
like pennants.

Siege:

Daily the clouds form up
preparing their assault on these benign shores
testing defenses with lightning strikes,
thunders flash, a bombard blast in the sky
wind earlier like a lovers caress
shivering skin and soul
now hissing through leaves
like a broom in a flurry of housekeeping
leaving brave pennants whipping, torn away, tattered
from harrying attacks, until the great armies
begin wandering marches across the Atlantic
laying siege once again to this southern land.

Leonard's Haus:

Once the boathouse/workshop of the old man
who passed his fiefdom to the oldest son-in-law
who succumbed himself in duty
leaving the care of body and soul
to a revolving age of Matriarchy
waiting for the next to grow and hold,
then go down in turn.

There are a thousand things inside
more a museum, filled with gawkable décor
of the land and shore, all with a story to tell
of which the wooden Indian said not a word
while the squirrel on a swing laughed
at the things I did not see
but I saw one that held my eye
a yellowing sheet reading:
High Water Mark Katrina.

Retreat:

The sun yawned, pink and red,
blue clouds covering fiery teeth, gleaming
between dark fingers
smiling down on frowns
as I drove north, back to the hills,
far from kin and high water marks

 

[butters]

this is incredible. requires reading and re-reading, absorbing and thinking about - but it's incredible on first read-through. count me blown away.

the two lines that stand out most (for me) on first reading are these:

I am afraid for my soul
in this house of a hundred crosses


but the trees, the high water mark, the wooden indian - all potent

 

[HarryHill]

this is incredible. requires reading and re-reading, absorbing and thinking about - but it's incredible on first read-through. count me blown away.

the two lines that stand out most (for me) on first reading are these:

I am afraid for my soul
in this house of a hundred crosses


but the trees, the high water mark, the wooden indian - all potent

..
glad you liked it and thank you just hope Annie does not want another do over.

 

[Remec]

So I don't lose track, but if and when you can ............

Champagne your new subject is You are an Elephant!
Remec your new subject is You are a Penis

Mr. Happy

Why, hello there, they call me Mr. Happy;
As nicknames go, yeah, it is kind of sappy,
But I won't cause a riff,
When my owner gets me stiff,
'Cause I'm always glad when he's kind of fappy.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Mr. Happy

Why, hello there, they call me Mr. Happy;
As nicknames go, yeah, it is kind of sappy,
But I won't cause a riff,
When my owner gets me stiff,
'Cause I'm always glad when he's kind of fappy.

fappy??!!

 

[butters]

just a littl'un - no time to give this any real thought so apol-ogies to y'all

meant to

write something smart
about kindles and nooks
gadgets and gizmos and mobiles and books
ipods and walkmen folk hold in their seats
on trains, unknown content -
romance or meat?
with legs and eyes shut
all fully-clothed, too,
they're frotting their brains off
and that includes You.

 

[Remec]

fappy??!!

Yeah, when in the mood to fap...surely that's a common enough slang. No? Alright, I'll work up something else some time over the next few days.

 

[Neonurotic]

Yeah, when in the mood to fap...surely that's a common enough slang. No? Alright, I'll work up something else some time over the next few days.

It's more of a male term and kind of newish one or at least I hear it used more.

 

[champagne1982]

So I don't lose track, but if and when you can ............

Champagne your new subject is You are an Elephant!
Remec your new subject is You are a Penis

What am I?

There were six men who groped
at me in different places.
I remember, though they were blind,
the look of amazement on their faces.

So now I have this self-image thing
where I, my id, my me is not defined
A wall, a spear, a snake, a tree,
a rope or fan, but what about my mind?

I have a memory prodigious
and if you look hard enough you’ll see
more value in the knowing
more about this wondrous me.

I am an Elephant
and though growing long of tooth
This animal is all of this
and even more, in truth.

I’ll take you on a jolly ride
I’ll dance on a ball that rocks
And with my trunk I’ll pick you up
and lock you in a box.

For I am an Elephant
and that is what I am.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Precipitation:

Vacation, roll out the house,
roll down south from Tennessee,
as miles pass see,
Cullman, Jasper, Birmingham, Alabaster,
Prattville, above the flood plains of lower Alabama,
where torrential rains drain to bay and bayou,
west to Mississippi all the way to Gautier
and the home by the Singing River.

Inundation: Gautier, new river house

I am afraid for my soul
in this house of a hundred crosses
no two the same.
Only the silver glyph
hanging from my neck
an amulet to hold back
the tortured visage crucified
and the demons that must surely assault
the home of a lost loved patriarch.
Night passes slowly in vigil.

Perception:

The sun rises across the river
sleepily opening a neon eye to survey
the citadel, safe through another night.

Pointing a finger of unendurable glare,
blindingly bright across the waters,
blasting malign shades from nocturnal assault.

They slink behind great trees
rising above the high ground,
like a crenellated wall of first defense,
foundations sunk deep in black sandy soil.
Their scars show signs of long service,
not a one untouched, yet still strong.
Sentry squirrels bound from tooth to tooth
chattering all clear.

How many years the Live Oaks
endured on those river bluffs
standing resolute against the elements
before I first saw them,
Spanish Moss bearding twisted limbs
like pennants.

Siege:

Daily the clouds form up
preparing their assault on these benign shores
testing defenses with lightning strikes,
thunders flash, a bombard blast in the sky
wind earlier like a lovers caress
shivering skin and soul
now hissing through leaves
like a broom in a flurry of housekeeping
leaving brave pennants whipping, torn away, tattered
from harrying attacks, until the great armies
begin wandering marches across the Atlantic
laying siege once again to this southern land.

Leonard's Haus:

Once the boathouse/workshop of the old man
who passed his fiefdom to the oldest son-in-law
who succumbed himself in duty
leaving the care of body and soul
to a revolving age of Matriarchy
waiting for the next to grow and hold,
then go down in turn.

There are a thousand things inside
more a museum, filled with gawkable décor
of the land and shore, all with a story to tell
of which the wooden Indian said not a word
while the squirrel on a swing laughed
at the things I did not see
but I saw one that held my eye
a yellowing sheet reading:
High Water Mark Katrina.

Retreat:

The sun yawned, pink and red,
blue clouds covering fiery teeth, gleaming
between dark fingers
smiling down on frowns
as I drove north, back to the hills,
far from kin and high water marks

I don't know what to say except Wow! Another one blown away. A while back I had to write an Epic and I think this would qualify in that category. Whatever you do don't lose it in here it's a winner in my book

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yeah, when in the mood to fap...surely that's a common enough slang. No? Alright, I'll work up something else some time over the next few days.

It's more of a male term and kind of newish one or at least I hear it used more.

I've just Googled and it's all about an Anti-Masturbating Dolphin!!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

meant to

write something smart
about kindles and nooks
gadgets and gizmos and mobiles and books
ipods and walkmen folk hold in their seats
on trains, unknown content -
romance or meat?
with legs and eyes shut
all fully-clothed, too,
they're frotting their brains off
and that includes You.

Not quite sure what do say about this! Does thinking about it count?!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

What am I?

There were six men who groped
at me in different places.
I remember, though they were blind,
the look of amazement on their faces.

So now I have this self-image thing
where I, my id, my me is not defined
A wall, a spear, a snake, a tree,
a rope or fan, but what about my mind?

I have a memory prodigious
and if you look hard enough you’ll see
more value in the knowing
more about this wondrous me.

I am an Elephant
and though growing long of tooth
This animal is all of this
and even more, in truth.

I’ll take you on a jolly ride
I’ll dance on a ball that rocks
And with my trunk I’ll pick you up
and lock you in a box.

For I am an Elephant
and that is what I am.

Love the 'growing long of tooth'!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Harry your subject is something specific a loved one does for you. This can be anything from receiving back rubs from your partner or getting seasonal cards from your aunt.
Champagne your subject is Write a poem that admits a dark secret of yours.
Butters your subject is Listen to a song you really enjoy, name it but rewrite a verse or two

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Tess your subject is literally getting lost in a book (The Karma Sutra)

Yeah I'm in a weird frame of mind

Annie, this is proving maddeningly difficult. I challenge you to do it too.

Leafing Through

Wandering aimless,
I have learnt that Dharma,
virtue, is prime.

Strange
in a book of sex text.
Artha, wealth, comes next
in this venerable tome;
unexpectedly making
Kama come.
excuse the pun, third.

Moksha, liberation is the
final goal in life
according to the Sutra.

The poses one supposes
give heighten pleasure,
a certain measure
of sexual success but
less so in the attempt.

double joints pre-empt
the breaking points
tangled limbs, mangled
things spoil the mood
and the wood. I return
to the comfort of Alex.

 

[todski28]

Harry that was EPIC!
Remec your monster is chilling and twisted in the coolest way
seriously impressed here by the writing happening
Champagne, Cane Sugar Burn Glosa hot caramel DAMN

Tod getting caught skinny dipping as per teachers choice

*Two Pair*

Spotlight beams down,
there I stand, small waves lap
at my ankles.
Skin flashes in the harsh light
as they hide, using me
as a human shield,
flesh pressed to flesh
female voice booms down,
can hear a smile in her words
"get dressed before I charge you
with indecent exposure"

give her a helicopter twirl
to show my sense of humour
is as exposed as the rest of us
she laughs up there on the hill,
push my luck a little more
give my bits a cheeky jiggle
while the two behind
supress their giggles
laughing I tense, give one last
wiggle while I pose like a bodybuilder
smile beaming up as bright as the
light blaring down
it clicks off with a warning that we
have five minutes to comply
we all laugh, including the officer


I let the ladies use me as they dress,
apparently they need a support rod to
hold onto whilst they put on clothes, to
balance in the sand,
luckily I brought my own.

 

[Neonurotic]

I've just Googled and it's all about an Anti-Masturbating Dolphin!!!

Haha, Google has missed the mark on fap. Urban Dictionary is better for current slang.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Annie, this is proving maddeningly difficult. I challenge you to do it too.

Leafing Through

Wandering aimless,
I have learnt that Dharma,
virtue, is prime.

Strange
in a book of sex text.
Artha, wealth, comes next
in this venerable tome;
unexpectedly making
Kama come.
excuse the pun, third.

Moksha, liberation is the
final goal in life
according to the Sutra.

The poses one supposes
give heighten pleasure,
a certain measure
of sexual success but
less so in the attempt.

double joints pre-empt
the breaking points
tangled limbs, mangled
things spoil the mood
and the wood. I return
to the comfort of Alex.

Sacred Yoni reclining Lotus
curled angel cross the bridge,
ascend to desire, nirvana
across the magic mountain
Oh Bandoleer Tominagi
crouching tiger splitting bamboo,
landslide lotus blossom
across the waterfall Indrani
to afternoon's delight,
triumph arch. Zen pause.

*All Kama Sutra positions except Sacred Yoni*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Harry that was EPIC!
Remec your monster is chilling and twisted in the coolest way
seriously impressed here by the writing happening
Champagne, Cane Sugar Burn Glosa hot caramel DAMN

Tod getting caught skinny dipping as per teachers choice

*Two Pair*

Spotlight beams down,
there I stand, small waves lap
at my ankles.
Skin flashes in the harsh light
as they hide, using me
as a human shield,
flesh pressed to flesh
female voice booms down,
can hear a smile in her words
"get dressed before I charge you
with indecent exposure"

give her a helicopter twirl
to show my sense of humour
is as exposed as the rest of us
she laughs up there on the hill,
push my luck a little more
give my bits a cheeky jiggle
while the two behind
supress their giggles
laughing I tense, give one last
wiggle while I pose like a bodybuilder
smile beaming up as bright as the
light blaring down
it clicks off with a warning that we
have five minutes to comply
we all laugh, including the officer


I let the ladies use me as they dress,
apparently they need a support rod to
hold onto whilst they put on clothes, to
balance in the sand,
luckily I brought my own.

lol naughty boy and is this a true confession too?