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Hello/hey.

Hues low and guttural kiss her eyelids shut
Relief delves through her and she sighs pore deep
From you slipping inside her a whisper hushed
Lisping some
Excruciating thirst of the lioness
Barren Sahara
Preying upon the sky to lick whet
The juice of lime that drools within
Your icicle voice
Prickling up her skin
Turning her back/spine rigid
Legs twisting into steel-esque whimpers

You tease her.

Tell me what you want.

When sun-drenched moans escapes into
The sweet midday breeze oscillating
Around her head -whirling-
Back to you the imprint
Of her fingers steeped into your cotton flesh
Damp with lust
Pleading thr

dream within a dream tornpages

hide away with me
in a dream
within a dream
of precious times
countless moments
gauzy
weightless
peaceful
moments
where i
don't end
and you don't
begin
we are seamless
unified
solitary
just simply one
tomorrow is
nonexistant
because of today
and our
dream
within a dream
hide away
with me.

Captured

Captured
by jsenn

I want to capture the essence

of the first fall winds cooling the land
in warm quilts I spread across our bed.

of the taste of snowflakes on the tongue
in your warm breath whispered against my skin,
the quiver you feel in my kiss.

of sparkling ice melting in the morning sun
in the fluid touch of your hands across my body.

of leaves twirling downward to caress the earth
in candlelit shadows, yours and mine, commingled as one.

Joy Senn
11/27/2002

response 11-25

I.

Cool slate under my toes
Slick from mist and contemplation.
Thoughts fall like raindrops
And collect at my feet.

II.

Flowing.
Words.
Keystrokes.
Heartbeat.
Writer's hands.
Musician's hands.
Beat.

III.

Elusive is not the right term-
I prefer one of quiet, guarded sheets

Flicking mica with the ease of a child
Eager to unwrap layers

Holding them to the light
Helping them to glow

IV.

wondering if this spinning moment
will breeze by lightly
without concern on either end

and

realizing the reality is
the previous is a lie

the truth i whisper

Memory of Las Mariposas

Memory of Las Mariposas

Free flight spirals down
from the garden in the sky,
down to perch upon a closed bud.
Threatening clouds seize the Caribbean blue.
Upon this soil, shadow rule and silence speaks.
Wings, once spread to gather the sun,
close now.

El Jefe sits upon a throne
of bent spines and thousands of buried skulls.
The dead have no voice yet they scream.
Freedom crying, she rattles the chains.

Born in pain, comes quiet resolve.
Stirred by a single flutter of wingbeat,
it whispers

To choke the fetal murmerings
an apple of intimidation is offered.
The seductive Viper squeezes,
"What if I send my subjects to conquer

Poets Garden

Poet's Garden

I walked in Shakespeare's garden
The garden belonging to his childless child
The house long destroyed

It misted on us, two strangers
Stuck unromantically in a romantic situation
Mist in the garden of a poet on an English evening

You plucked an herb and ate it, to keep something inside you
Like the cannibalism of war, you tried to take his power
And I wanted to die in the grass, as you died.

The only thing I took was a cheap pewter ring
I can't read the writing, but it says, "love is beautiful"
And I wear it on my little finger

We found ourselves near the river, with all the white swans
And the beautiful bridge, and

searchesi would catch your shooting star
and clasp it in my heart;

perhaps-
if you were not traversing the skies,
like a wayward wisp.

your wanderlust dismisses home;

you want to reach-

you want to soar...

and you do.

sometimes i hear your teardrops sparkling,
albeit melancholy and heavy;
they glisten like pearls
in the night.

i want to catch them.

i want to catch you.

i will be here
to catch your shooting star
should you ever
choose

to reminisce.

Career Choices

Career Choices

I was baptized an orthodox; I still haven't found the cure. I deeply resent my parents for giving me to some deity against my will.

Most set themselves small life-goals: actors, concrete-makers, state presidents, chefs, accountants. That's entirely their business. I want to be God. Not "a" god, THE GOD. The only one.Omnipotent, omniscient, atemporal. I've always felt I had the potential for godness.

I'll be an evil god, kindness is overrated .I mean who in this day and age turns the other cheek and loves his kin? Only idiots and they're rightfully treated as such by the likes of Me.

I'll have only one command :"Don't

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erotica challenge - spunj13

by `spunj13, Sep 26, 2002, 12:32:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Free Verse

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evenflow

i strain against these bonds
      (arms chained)
as your fingers rake across my flesh
lips whisp’ring
      wet and lucid
upon my chest
sending silent fury to my limbs
i struggle against these bonds
desire feeding upon your taunts

and hungrily
      you lick your lips
      pausing
           (for a moment)
before
      inch by inch
you pull at the cloth
      revealing your skin

s l o w l y
t o r t u r o u s l y

the fabric leaves your body
      exposing stomach
           and perfection
      (your shapely arms that flow across my being)
      uncovering well-formed thighs
      beautiful and exposed
           only a translucent piece of material between us
and with each second the hunger grows

      to taste your skin
      to feel your body against mine

then your fingers dance across my thighs
      rising to my chest
      to my face
           (caressing my anxious existence)
and the craving rages hotter
      struggling against these chains

you wrap your legs around my head
      my hunger tearingatthecloththatseparatesus
tasting you
      feeling you
      needing you
as your fingers grip my neck
pulling me in
      basking in your warmth
evenflow

      (release)

september 26, 2002
2:56 pm

erotica challenge - spunj13by `spunj13

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Free Verse

hmm... i don't usually participate in the poetry contests, but i got the most interesting idea for this one. for those of you who know me... isn't this frightening? ha... or as they say ...tmi...

honestly though...this is all from my imagination... i have never been in this situation (maybe someday)...

//spunj13

Daily Deviation

Given 2002-10-05

I'm not even to quote any of the lines from erotica challenge - spunj13 by spunj13. I don't want to spoil the story. *grins* Go. Now. It's worth it. (Selected by +euphoria) ( Featured by °euphoria )

~polarpattie Jun 13, 2005 Writer

wow...wow...that is all i can say. good job!

~czn Nov 17, 2003

awwwwwww... great poem!

~defyjane Dec 2, 2002 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I very much liked this peice...I usually don't comment on poetry because a lot of times I cannot feel what the poet is feeling, but in this poem, oh boy lol, i felt it all. This is one of the best erotic poems I've ever read. I also really like the form, very creative, really unique. great job, keep it up ;-) (Wink)

~selene Oct 21, 2002

wow...i finaly read this poem and now i know that i should have read it along time ago. sooooo very awesome! something you defietely shouldn't be reading in class.