Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2013 8:13pm
WINNER
Gemini (Mr. Gemini)
Gemini (Mr. Gemini)
RUNNERS-UP:
nymphomaniac
and case28
Fetish
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Spiked
In spite
of the fact
of the spikes
on her feet,
her skin was
still tender
when under
the sheet.
She opened
and let in
the length
of my quest,
and even
relented
and rested
my chest.
But it was true
wherever she walked
commanding demanding
whenever she talked,
her feet led the way
when her shoes were still on
which led me to think
that each step was hand sawn.
Built by an architect,
nailed and arrayed
unless she was naked
she made me afraid.
runningturtle87
Spiked
In spite
of the fact
of the spikes
on her feet,
her skin was
still tender
when under
the sheet.
She opened
and let in
the length
of my quest,
and even
relented
and rested
my chest.
But it was true
wherever she walked
commanding demanding
whenever she talked,
her feet led the way
when her shoes were still on
which led me to think
that each step was hand sawn.
Built by an architect,
nailed and arrayed
unless she was naked
she made me afraid.
runningturtle87
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Wrong Turn
I took a wrong turn in town, you see
And ended up where I probably shouldn’t be,
The seedy side of Pleasantville
Filled with smut and all cheap thrills.
No GPS, I’ve no recollection—
I probably should ask someone for directions.
I park my car and out I hop
And enter an adult toy shop.
Oh goodness me, just look at this store—
What the hell is all this stuff for??
My shock is obvious as I look around
While the owner eyes me up and down
Yes, I know I’m out of place,
Maintaining composure and my grace.
I’ve never even heard of these things—
Whips and ball-gags and cock rings.
And nipple clamps that look like they hurt
And will show right through underneath your shirt.
Butt plugs—ugh! How obscenely perverse.
(Must feel like you’re shitting in reverse….)
Demonic clothing? I can only guess…
Looks like some sort of torture-vest.
I think I’ve seen enough for now
Please, sir, could you tell me how
To get back to the Interstate,
It’s getting dark, and it’s getting late…
I took a wrong turn in town, you see
And ended up where I probably shouldn’t be,
The seedy side of Pleasantville
Filled with smut and all cheap thrills.
No GPS, I’ve no recollection—
I probably should ask someone for directions.
I park my car and out I hop
And enter an adult toy shop.
Oh goodness me, just look at this store—
What the hell is all this stuff for??
My shock is obvious as I look around
While the owner eyes me up and down
Yes, I know I’m out of place,
Maintaining composure and my grace.
I’ve never even heard of these things—
Whips and ball-gags and cock rings.
And nipple clamps that look like they hurt
And will show right through underneath your shirt.
Butt plugs—ugh! How obscenely perverse.
(Must feel like you’re shitting in reverse….)
Demonic clothing? I can only guess…
Looks like some sort of torture-vest.
I think I’ve seen enough for now
Please, sir, could you tell me how
To get back to the Interstate,
It’s getting dark, and it’s getting late…
Being Used
Heat rises and builds
Between my legs
As he slams me against the wall
Hand to my throat
While he growls for me to
Shut up
Kiss him
And be his whore.
I throw my head back
As he bites at my neck
The passion building, tension mounting
As he brutally slams against me
Pinning me tight,
Scratching against my
Legs… and thighs…
Until he picks me up, only to
Throw me down
On the bed, then tie me to it
Face down, ass up.
He rips my clothes off
Until I am nothing but a
Naked, writhing mess
Beneath him,
A human toy for him
To play with.
I am a slave
With nowhere to go
No say at all
And I love it.
To be taken over,
Controlled by another
Used for pleasure,
And only for pleasure,
Is a feeling
That never tires
And never gets old.
Heat rises and builds
Between my legs
As he slams me against the wall
Hand to my throat
While he growls for me to
Shut up
Kiss him
And be his whore.
I throw my head back
As he bites at my neck
The passion building, tension mounting
As he brutally slams against me
Pinning me tight,
Scratching against my
Legs… and thighs…
Until he picks me up, only to
Throw me down
On the bed, then tie me to it
Face down, ass up.
He rips my clothes off
Until I am nothing but a
Naked, writhing mess
Beneath him,
A human toy for him
To play with.
I am a slave
With nowhere to go
No say at all
And I love it.
To be taken over,
Controlled by another
Used for pleasure,
And only for pleasure,
Is a feeling
That never tires
And never gets old.
Anonymous
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Oh what the hell!
Why be repentant when everyone is happy?
The Game
You watch me dress,
knowing that
tonight
I do not belong to you.
I leave you full of thoughts;
his hands on my skin
caressing flesh
kissing trails
to anywhere he wants
as I indulge him.
Thoughts of his tongue
exploring hungrily
as I writhe and moan
in pleasure.
Knowing how my tongue
will twist around his shaft
as I take him in.
Wondering if I will
swallow
or tease him
leaving him
to plunge between my legs
every inch
I have aroused.
You will be incapable
of shaking from your mind
visions of me atop him
or the sounds you know I make.
You drown in doubt
as you entertain the thought
that he could out perform you.
Make me want him
again and again.
I will taste him as often as I want
and I will wear him home,
saturated in his sweat and his scent.
If you are lucky
I will allow you the chance
to kiss him from my skin.
To reclaim me as yours.
If I find you expectant,
I will deny you
even the opportunity
to relieve yourself
with your own hand
all the tension that built
imagining your sweet wife
fucking another man.
Why be repentant when everyone is happy?
The Game
You watch me dress,
knowing that
tonight
I do not belong to you.
I leave you full of thoughts;
his hands on my skin
caressing flesh
kissing trails
to anywhere he wants
as I indulge him.
Thoughts of his tongue
exploring hungrily
as I writhe and moan
in pleasure.
Knowing how my tongue
will twist around his shaft
as I take him in.
Wondering if I will
swallow
or tease him
leaving him
to plunge between my legs
every inch
I have aroused.
You will be incapable
of shaking from your mind
visions of me atop him
or the sounds you know I make.
You drown in doubt
as you entertain the thought
that he could out perform you.
Make me want him
again and again.
I will taste him as often as I want
and I will wear him home,
saturated in his sweat and his scent.
If you are lucky
I will allow you the chance
to kiss him from my skin.
To reclaim me as yours.
If I find you expectant,
I will deny you
even the opportunity
to relieve yourself
with your own hand
all the tension that built
imagining your sweet wife
fucking another man.
bleeding pleasures
in the forest
on the moonlite night
waiting for the blood to flow everywhere
biting at my neck until the pleasure rushes through me
blades everywhere we lie on them
cuts all over my back
her nails digging in my chest
ripping inside me
shes soaked in my blood
i chain her arms to the tree
i drag a blade across her shoulder
push needles through her hard nipples
cut her inbetween her breasts
our blood mixing together
all over her waiting body
i cut her cheek
lick her wounds
we share a kiss soaked in eachothers pleasures
the pleasure and excitement
as our bodies throb together
until i let go of my resistance
ozzing and bleeding
this my bloody pleasure
in the forest
on the moonlite night
waiting for the blood to flow everywhere
biting at my neck until the pleasure rushes through me
blades everywhere we lie on them
cuts all over my back
her nails digging in my chest
ripping inside me
shes soaked in my blood
i chain her arms to the tree
i drag a blade across her shoulder
push needles through her hard nipples
cut her inbetween her breasts
our blood mixing together
all over her waiting body
i cut her cheek
lick her wounds
we share a kiss soaked in eachothers pleasures
the pleasure and excitement
as our bodies throb together
until i let go of my resistance
ozzing and bleeding
this my bloody pleasure
Anonymous
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