word wednesday aka creative corner

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.

word wednesday No3

WW poem No3. words submitted by Talena:
Blue Green Gold Black and white

Green spring roots of anticipation flourish
They grow in the warmth of sunshine foreplay
Tropical heat of want
Bloom in the humidity of prolonged indulgence
This desire is ripe
Full of the juices Continue reading

five word challenge – sample No4

Here’s words submitted by lisalday111711:
Sweat, intoxication, voyeurism, smouldering, exhibitionism
The resulting poem is …

Sweat
Is what the sun goes from the heat our passion radiates
Our lust gave fire 3rd degree burns
Your anticipation made water wet
We are the elements
Earth, Air, Fire, Water
Go deep & plough your soil
Create a tornado of passion
Burn with fire desire
Submerge ourselves in the audio liquid sounds of moans
We drink in this pleasure and become drunk Continue reading

the sweetest time …

The humidity of our longing is thick
Atmospheric water vapour of anticipation rises
Moves through dimensions of dry rational and moist lust
Precipitates
Becomes heavy
Clouds of our passion swells
The gravity of abandon cause droplets of wanton release to fall

And so it begins to rain … Continue reading

creation

In the darkness
Thick liquid shadows spill across our room
Silent ocean waves of fluid silhouettes
Splash against the walls
The absence of colour is vivid Continue reading

Coffee, Cake and Kink pt 2

Coffee, Cake and Kink pt2 …..

…Tannisha’s thoughts we bumper cars in her head, flashing, spinning and clashing into each other in her mind. Her breathing was deep and laboured as she slowed her thoughts and continued.
‘I’d put the toy in my mouth and pretend it was your dick and suck it slowly, deep throat it and let my saliva coat it like I do that dick of yours’. Tannisha found herself licking her lips at her own words. She could hear Femi’s breath stumble out of his mouth as his body relived how she’d suck him off in the past.
‘Fuck!’ he whisper as he jerked slight at the flashback.
Tannisha knew Femi’s kryptonite was her sucking his dick, she knew he loved her tongue piecing and how she used it. Hearing him respond she stunk out her tongue and tapped her piecing against her teeth and let the metallic stud sound whiffed into the air. She continued; ‘I’d flick the tip of the toy with my tongue piecing, swirl my tongue around the tip, let my tongue glide and dance in slow circles’. Continue reading

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