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So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge 
I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.
Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better
The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.
subtle
Its amazing how the wild tornado fire of your want
The white water whirlpool of your lust
How the stampeding urgency of your passion
Is expressed in the subtle and soft way
You bite your bottom lip
The Eroticnoire – 50 Shades contract/the Dom & the Sub
for those that may have heard of that book called 50 Shades of Grey and the BDSM theme I’ve decided to come up with my own contract.
here it is: https://t.co/XpqZ0P4t
or click here
the release …
its the release…
the eyes rolling backwards
mentally overwhelming
turning body rigid
vocally expressive
heart pounding
full body convulsions
head spinning
senses clashing
empowering submission
whirlwind of calm
forget the world
toe curling
orgasms
you give me
that keeps me coming back for more
In that moment
In that moment of release
The pinnacle of tension
That point of internal explosion
Time stands still
I become paralyzed
Dumbstruck
Suffocated by confusion
Smothered in a think layer of submission
I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling
My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender
I expel an ocean of sound
A rainstorm of thunderous frequency
Reduced to four letter expletive
And blasphemous praise
I spin
Fall
Fly
And become static all in one
Convulsive-spasm
Move me
Staccato co-ordination
I endure this each time
You make me cum
Let’s … (until)
Let’s fuck till we become motionless
A blur of deep thrust
frantic grinding of movement
Let’s fuck til we moan so hard and loud our vocal cords forget how to create any other sound
Let’s fuck til we become addicted
Hooked on the endorphins of pussy meet dick spasms
Let’s fuck til we make time stand still.
Until we become contortionists
Let’s fuck until we sweat fatigue and leave a salty taste of musk, pussy juice and passion on our skin
Until our spines become intertwined
Let’s fuck vicious and hard til it becomes soft and tender
Until pleasurable profanities become the natural way we converse
Let’s fuck until we create mathematical angles
Become an equation of lust and passion
Until our senses merge and create neuron stimulation in the other 90% of our brain
Let’s fuck until we orgasm at the sight of each other
Let’s …
creative
You give me creative hard-ons
Make me want to give backshots to your intellect
Want us 69 each others imagination
Suck on the nipples imagery
Make them hard
Slow trace around them with the tongue of my vision
Lick them long with tongue strokes of sight
The curvature of your words hold me in awe
The nape of your necks thoughts call me to soft kiss them
Soft suck on them
French kiss your memories
Kiss them deep and long
Want you to ride my subconscious
Take me deep
Reach the roof of your inner self
Ride me hard
Long
Til I ejaculate my poems …
Posted by eroticnoire
when you …
My diaphragm
Staccato convulses
Forces
Breath to rumble up my windpipe explode out my mouth
A chorus of smooth staggered harmonies
Phonics sounds
stumble out my mouth
You make me moan
When you put me
In your mouth
Posted by eroticnoire
back seat driver
Its late.
The world is asleep
Warm orange glow from the street lights blankets her car.
Its hue unfolds itself across the interior.
She parks.
Lights off, engine stopped.
Her heart beats bassline rhythm.
The music of anticipation has her inner goddess dancing
She smiles to herself
Bottom lip curls up under her teeth
She climbs into the back seat
Lays down and dials his number
His voice is Miles Davies jazz
Soft
Low
Mellow
Eyes closed she listens to him speak
Replies with wit, sharp sarcasm, playful banter
His response is consider, subtle, focused
She can hear him smile
Carbon dioxide builds in this small space
Blends with the woman mist that has formed across her garden
He can hear her want
Its audible silence is loud
It echoes between her words
Between the valley of her thighs
Her body revs
Hormones race
Inner goddess has become a racer
Speeds around corners of longing
Zips passed logic leaving it far behind
Accelerates
While fingers cruse across the track of her inner thighs
The fuel burns as her inner goddess welcomes
Nimble fingers that move slow but cause tingles to race up her spine
He speaks slowly
Navigates direction of finger tips
His voice dictates
Commands
Guides the vehicle of fingers
Circles
Loops
Accelerate
Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
The engine of her body moans
Roars
Revs loud
Delicate speed of finger tips rush her towards the finish line
The chequered flag of release waves in front of her
Senses flash black and white
She rushes passed the finish line of pleasure
Back arches in sweet victory celebration
First place triumph …
Aug 9 2012 – 11:47pm
Posted by eroticnoire
