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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.
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
Irony (there is….)
There is a sweet irony to the way you bow down before me
On your knees
But when you put me in your mouth
You make me weak at the knees
There is a sweet irony to the way you look up to me
And I stand over you
Look down upon you
Yet
My strength crumbles to the floor
The fortress of power taken over by your oral armoury
There is a sweet irony to the way I become vocal
Aural expression of exhilaration
Dictate and convey with punctuated urgency
While you
You command me with a silent tongue
Exercise your authority over me
With soft lips and warm mouth
Command me with subtle swirls and swoops
There is a sweet irony to the way hard flesh
Is made to easily submit to supple mouth
The way your giving … takes
And
How my getting … gives
There is a sweet irony to know that being conquered by you
Is the means to my being set free
There is a sweet irony in knowing that this oral war
Will become a perpetual battle of pleasure
That continues endlessly between you and me …
blindly
Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes
Heighten our other senses
They will guide us
We hear the silence between words. As its often the silence that speaks volumes
Become attuned to the audio of unhurried pace
A frequency others are often deaf to
The surround sound of shared inner thoughts engulf us
Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes
Take a deep breath of interest
Let the oxygen of wonderment fill the lungs of our awe
Inhale the aroma of laughter
It fills the air
We take it in fully
The nose of our potential
Is pleased with this fragrance
Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes
This new-old familiarity dances on the palette of our ease
Its is sweet
The full-bodied fruit flavour of word play bursts in the mouth of our creativity
Unashamedly lick lips so not to waste a drop of lyrical juice.
Take small bites out of innuendo
Teasing sample of this treat keeps the want for more constant
Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes
Fingers of vulnerability reach out into the darkness
Touch the feather softness of reassurance
We caress openness
Message it
Release tensions of reservation and guarded truths
Read the braille of past histories.
They tell the story of now existence
Hands of considered intent cup and hold
Trust
It is fragile
Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes
Posted by eroticnoire
Miss Mango (the BBM convo)
A civilized BBM conversation that suddenly went into a different world …
Names have been changed to protect the innocent – 
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Mr E – @eroticnoire: I wanna hear u cum too baby. Wanna hear ur breath become short and rugged. Hear ur moans rumble and ur voice raise several octaves
Miss Mango: Yes Yes Yes
Miss Mango: Hands grippin my thighs
Miss Mango: I feel like a burst pipe is impending
Miss Mango: Buildin up behind sweet walls of mango flesh Read more…
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
