Submissions by Solomon_Song
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Published poems so far all unpaid. Most poems unpublished. History, Bible, love (romantic and erotic) main subjects; rhyming captions/messages. Much influenced by Bible (eg Genesis, Ruth, Song of Songs (inspired user name), and 20th century erotic.
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 9:59pm
6th Sep 2014 9:59pm
AMOROUS BIRTHDAY
Ready to show my birthday suit
To my new man, who was so cute,
I used my next birthday (30)
To deepen our intimacy.
We spent my birthday in a bath,
Sharing a good wine and a laugh,
As thirty scented candles round
The bath burned till the wicks were downed.
Dried off, the two of us made love,
With him below and me above,
Put in our mutual first time
The energy of a hill climb.
I showed him some surprising ways
He had not known in former days;
He says that’s why he’s still with me,
Though...
To my new man, who was so cute,
I used my next birthday (30)
To deepen our intimacy.
We spent my birthday in a bath,
Sharing a good wine and a laugh,
As thirty scented candles round
The bath burned till the wicks were downed.
Dried off, the two of us made love,
With him below and me above,
Put in our mutual first time
The energy of a hill climb.
I showed him some surprising ways
He had not known in former days;
He says that’s why he’s still with me,
Though...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 8:58pm
5th Sep 2014 8:58pm
ODE TO 'ISADORA'
(To the picture postcard woman in KateA's avatar, previously subject of my At The Window.)
“Cheeky little number, baring her all,
Her butt to the camera, standing tall,
About to draw bedroom curtains apart,
No matter passers-by might call her ‘Tart’”
That might be the view of Mrs Grundy,
Seeing such things puritanically.
Male sexual impulse she may excite,
But I see her in philosophic light:
The confidence that she personifies,
In who she is, her own skin, shape, size,
The inner contentment she radiates
And a zest for life that she...
“Cheeky little number, baring her all,
Her butt to the camera, standing tall,
About to draw bedroom curtains apart,
No matter passers-by might call her ‘Tart’”
That might be the view of Mrs Grundy,
Seeing such things puritanically.
Male sexual impulse she may excite,
But I see her in philosophic light:
The confidence that she personifies,
In who she is, her own skin, shape, size,
The inner contentment she radiates
And a zest for life that she...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 3:33pm
31st Aug 2014 3:33pm
AT THE WINDOW
Inspired by KateA’s avatar of a picture postcard nude woman – subject of her poem, “Isadora…” - back to camera, looking as if she is about to draw apart the curtains of a window in a darkened bedroom.
"Shall I let in the light of day,
See what the world offers today?"
Gazing upon her back from bed
That she had just stepped from, naked,
He answered, "Don't know about you,
I certainly admire your view!"
The stirring thought had crossed his mind:
She was so stunning, from behind.
So like a...
"Shall I let in the light of day,
See what the world offers today?"
Gazing upon her back from bed
That she had just stepped from, naked,
He answered, "Don't know about you,
I certainly admire your view!"
The stirring thought had crossed his mind:
She was so stunning, from behind.
So like a...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 10:54am
11th Aug 2014 10:54am
THE MUSE 2
Another rhyming caption for Kate A's avatar.
Come, play this instrument for me;
Am I not worth a symphony?
Accompany your words of praise
While on the floor with you I laze,
Watching your fingers tease the strings
As you would more intimate things.
This is the food of love, play on
Till Muse and Artist become one.
Come, play this instrument for me;
Am I not worth a symphony?
Accompany your words of praise
While on the floor with you I laze,
Watching your fingers tease the strings
As you would more intimate things.
This is the food of love, play on
Till Muse and Artist become one.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 7:53pm
9th Aug 2014 7:53pm
THE MUSE (BASED ON KATE A'S AVATAR)
Thought up as rhyming caption to the Kate A's profile pic, a postcard pinup of a naked woman lying on floor holding out a lute - a possible erotic portrayal of the Muse of Music.
She is Woman and Song personified;
Add the Wine, and into her he will slide.
Beguilingly naked upon the floor,
Her soulful face beckons him to her core.
The warmth of the drink will so make him glow
That, to be with her, his own clothes must go.
The instrument that she is holding out
He is welcome to play the night throughout,
While she watches his fingers...
She is Woman and Song personified;
Add the Wine, and into her he will slide.
Beguilingly naked upon the floor,
Her soulful face beckons him to her core.
The warmth of the drink will so make him glow
That, to be with her, his own clothes must go.
The instrument that she is holding out
He is welcome to play the night throughout,
While she watches his fingers...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 7:13pm
27th Jul 2014 7:13pm
aching
I’m aching to make love with you,
Doing what loving couples do;
Some lower-body exercise
Within the confines of your thighs.
We having been apart so long,
I find this desire is so strong.
You look such a seductive witch,
When in my view your hips you twitch.
So you say, “Yes! I’m up for it!”
Let’s dash upstairs and shed our kit,
Then, nakedly in bed, we’ll merge,
And satisfy the primal urge.
Doing what loving couples do;
Some lower-body exercise
Within the confines of your thighs.
We having been apart so long,
I find this desire is so strong.
You look such a seductive witch,
When in my view your hips you twitch.
So you say, “Yes! I’m up for it!”
Let’s dash upstairs and shed our kit,
Then, nakedly in bed, we’ll merge,
And satisfy the primal urge.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 10:22pm
16th Jul 2014 10:22pm
OUT OF THE LEVIS
His manhood straightened to the size
That would let him between her thighs
But he still had his Levis on.
She smiled, said, “I’ll undo them, hon!”
Giggling, she pulled down the zipper
That constricted his big dipper,
Then she gave an almighty “Oh!”
When she found he’d gone commando.
The trouser legs came down faster
To unveil her lord and master.
Out of the Levis he then strode,
Near-ready to shed his seed's load.
Then, with her fingers as his guide,
She teasingly led him inside,
Rubbing it...
That would let him between her thighs
But he still had his Levis on.
She smiled, said, “I’ll undo them, hon!”
Giggling, she pulled down the zipper
That constricted his big dipper,
Then she gave an almighty “Oh!”
When she found he’d gone commando.
The trouser legs came down faster
To unveil her lord and master.
Out of the Levis he then strode,
Near-ready to shed his seed's load.
Then, with her fingers as his guide,
She teasingly led him inside,
Rubbing it...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 8:33pm
14th Jul 2014 8:33pm
POEM BASED ON 'SHE IS THE OTHER HALF'
(Like my 'The Hairpin' also inspired by Tommie Lynn's recent poem and its accompanying picture.)
Their bodies posed, as if to dance,
Greatly symbolise their romance,
A straight black-white relationship
So warm for each other they strip.
She sees a man that God has made,
Not another “nigger” or “spade”,
While he entranced by the beauty
Of her skin, so smooth and ivory.
They live in emancipation
From bars of colour and station.
Nothing to hide, nothing to bind;
For in each other love they find.
Her foot between his...
Their bodies posed, as if to dance,
Greatly symbolise their romance,
A straight black-white relationship
So warm for each other they strip.
She sees a man that God has made,
Not another “nigger” or “spade”,
While he entranced by the beauty
Of her skin, so smooth and ivory.
They live in emancipation
From bars of colour and station.
Nothing to hide, nothing to bind;
For in each other love they find.
Her foot between his...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 9:22pm
10th Jul 2014 9:22pm
ENCOUNTER WITH BOND
He offered her a loving hug.
Soon, they made love upon the rug.
How did they end up on the floor?
She’d not been held that way before;
The fire that this stirred deep within
Led her to show her barest skin.
The man for whom she fell, so fond?
None other than the great James Bond!
They both undressed, put clothes aside;
No secrets had they left to hide.
To Scaramanga’s golden gun,
Bond showed a different weapon.
The man who vanquished Dr No
She rared to Biblically know.
She now wanted to be taken,
Unlike his drink,...
Soon, they made love upon the rug.
How did they end up on the floor?
She’d not been held that way before;
The fire that this stirred deep within
Led her to show her barest skin.
The man for whom she fell, so fond?
None other than the great James Bond!
They both undressed, put clothes aside;
No secrets had they left to hide.
To Scaramanga’s golden gun,
Bond showed a different weapon.
The man who vanquished Dr No
She rared to Biblically know.
She now wanted to be taken,
Unlike his drink,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 10:18pm
9th Jul 2014 10:18pm
Oh, what a pairing!
(Title inspired by the poem Pairing by Kate A.)
Oh, what a pairing!
This bedroom sharing,
No voyeurs staring,
Our bodies baring,
Nakedness daring.
He, condom wearing,
Gently preparing
Passion’s upflaring.
Into bed haring,
Our love declaring,
One-on-one bearing,
So fierce – yet caring –
Sheets almost tearing,
Climactic swearing.
Oh, what a pairing!
This bedroom sharing,
No voyeurs staring,
Our bodies baring,
Nakedness daring.
He, condom wearing,
Gently preparing
Passion’s upflaring.
Into bed haring,
Our love declaring,
One-on-one bearing,
So fierce – yet caring –
Sheets almost tearing,
Climactic swearing.
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