Best Foreplay Poems
Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc
Be curs'd, yer nit
me ample bits
equated ter yer own be nowt
yerz be carnivorous
scaly 'n scabrous
yer plaque be axed ter beef up grout
Uncomely wench
yer skunky stench
blunted me hook 'n scorched me beard
me peepers stung
me hornpipe hung
shorn ter th' bone 'n shrivelled 'n seared
Comely 'n curvy
riddled wit' scurvy
th' cap'n's whore-maid tooken yer whole
yer rat o' th' sea
holed and *****
yer fired yer cannon in a rottin' port'ole
Blow me down, lover!! I love it when we talk dirty.
(Hahahaha. I see the Soup powers-that-be deleted my word. I swear it's not used as a swearword. The word rhymes with "hussy". lol)
Foreplay
melodic love
her bangles' symphony
sleepless night's moonlight sonata
prelude
© 2011 kashinath karmakar
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Placement:3rd; (September 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Contest:Melody of Cinquain
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking on presence in our lives like foreplay
Building a foundation made of gold
One that will support us as we grab a hold
Of what warms us inside and keeps us from the cold
Always willing to take the time
To live true love that we design
Making sure we have seen the right signs
Building trust in each other that helps us unwind
What goes on living in our minds
Realizing love is far from a perfect rhyme
It takes dedication and commitment to keep it in time
With every new day, love finds its way
Like a beautiful sunset across the bay
Having no regrets from our yesterdays
It's far from a picnic in full play
Creating forever love that is here to stay
Dancing through life like a perfect ballet
I learned to golf the following way;
That after each stroke you shout, ‘foreplay!’
Then when you get up
You shoot for the cup,
And if asked give an instant replay.
For Craig's Golf Limerick contest
A whisper, is my lover's breath.
Molten silk I can't ignore,
steals soft along my waiting flesh.
Sets flame to a need for more.
A whisper, from my lover's lips.
a tease of passion promise.
Angelic prose it does eclipse.
To all else, oblivious.
A whisper, comes my lover's touch,
stolen and so illicit.
A butterfly wing, fleeting brush.
To my core I am torch lit.
How easy it is
To entice a poetess
To lead her to surrender
Step by word step
Deeper and deeper
Guiding her
To that place of readiness
Where he waits to possess her
Foreplay with no hands
No lips
No touch
And yet
Sensations more powerful
Lasting longer
Reaching deeper
Tasting sweeter…
Foreplay of words
That make her melt
That caress
And undress
That bewitch
And draw her
Gently surely
To the abandon of self
To his desires….
Unchaining her inhibitions
Freeing her soul
Surrender his goal
That will be complete
Word hands that tug and tease
The erogenous zones of her heart
A word tongue that glides
Over those secret places she hides
That slowly reveals
All that she is and dreams
The word harvester of her screams
The foreplay of words
That brings the fusion of two souls
Fantasies contained
No longer chained
Burst in an explosion of colors
Against the backdrop of her mind
Ecstasy
As each new display
Takes her breath away
Celebration of sensuality
Brought on by words
Intercourse of lives, minds, souls
Climax of being, feeling, meaning
The wet sensation of tears
Washed and clean
Relaxed and serene
She emanates light
Living in the perpetual afterglow
Of love's rhythm and flow
Brought on by the foreplay
Of his words....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
First seductive moves and intimate touches
Of bodily drive so hot and sensual, starting with no
Rush or haste, just slower, slower and slow, then
Engine gets heated up, everywhere becomes charged
Points to specifically visit cannot be by passed
Licks, sucks and massages in steady speed
Acceleration kicks, desires burn into each other
Yearnings sum up this outburst to begin the core
Even if we will never touch
Or see the other one just as much,
Our conversations still takes a tone,
Between the whispers and after moans...
As soothing treble become the bass,
On such a level your voice escapes,
Replacing touches you used to feel,
With words in such a way that's so real...
Massage my cortex and rub my soul,
With bits and pieces that make you whole,
Such alphabetical pleasantry,
You're hypothetically here with me...
Comprise a theme full of lust and sin,
Inside a dream that you'll hide me in,
Then bare your mind unto only me,
Prepare to find what your body needs...
Although you linger on every word,
Remember what you have felt and heard,
So when you daydream you won't forget,
The reason why it will end so wet....
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
“A lonely Foreplay”
Sliding a glass of wine on my lips, thirst I cling,
The warm sheets wrap me wandering,
My skin of pearly porcelain,
Longing to be mold, unfold, be hold.
I was left waiting for some rage, profound
Intoxicating, seductively calling your name.
My night became a riddle from longing,
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion, of sweet soothing notion.
A touch of a gentle relentless
Warmed me, eased the aching breathe in me.
Kiss my endearing eyes from afar,
then I’ll fall back into realm of counting sheep.
-km
In joy I unknot the slip
As it slides down
The silk softness in her frowned
Anticipation!
Crumbling to lewd gestures
I falter in lust
To unbecoming finesse
Within coaxed passion;
Plunged and enticed with the thrills
In liquid unction
Yields, bow beaten with acquiesce
Delighted ecstasy;
Let me burn with moist desire
To her fluid pleasure
griping her in my embrace
As she yearns and cries;
Short exulting raptures
With distinct moves
Light kisses in provoked trust
Of extreme pleasure;
Between the new sensations
She tricks my tongue tip
And triggers fancy love moans
To each seduction;
As temptations caress her
again and again
I covet to enchant her
With music notes;
Though she quakes and trembles
As the tip flutters
Her to the urgent sharp thrills
Of obsessed music;
Moves herself to my whim
In her subdued reaction
Attack quivers the sinews
Between wet moves;
Racy mouth as the tongue plays
With the neck moves
To breech both hardening mould
And tortured nipples;
Floats down to her love goal
In swift foreplay
Digs love licks between parted legs
With a swift vengeance;
Soft cavity and her lips
Torments me to quake
As frolics play in circles
Pushed to extremes;
I just take you in solace
Without the malaise.
she leaves her sonsy
at home
stripping mind down
to bare essentials:
dangling dendrites
ice breaks pure
untainted by carnal warming;
it’s a gray revolution and
telekinetic foreplay’s the rage
our tongues untie
in didactic spurts;
lips engage,
words fly like scarlet tanagers
cued to celestial magnets
she leads,
I follow;
together we migrate
to higher ground
beyond the snare
of flesh-baited tackles
dulcet is love
consummated in the cerebral zone...
~ P
the road went blind
two blind couples on
each other finding out
how pleasure tastes
they went in & out of
each other selfishly
their bodies groaned
their skins welcomed
their craveness for more
love and lust listened
****** paid a visit
and again, they went on
Fingering the eyes of the
day into the dumb of the night.
Two tattered thoughts climaxed
To ending a cum of chips.
The texture of their kisses
penetrated each other ending
the wind of tension between
Veteran noon eyes watched
Till they separated into satisfaction.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
When time is surreal
Everything around you
Spinning like a windmill
As we brake the seal
Knowing what is the best deal
Wheeling our way through this day
Feels like our life is on a pathway
To Replay what we know lives in our hearts
Everything so smooth from the very start
No way this love is coming apart
Love the way you convey
All those wonderful things you say
That you throw my way
That leads to a magical kind of foreplay
Gets our spirit out to play
As our love climbs to heavens way
That takes us awake to a new kind of day
When time stands still
And everything feels so real
Where you know the love you feel
Is alive and very surreal
Knowing in your heart
You have found the best parts
Life is a balance wheel
Leaving us to seal
The love that lives in our hearts
That hooked us from the very start
So we need to play this ever so smart
If we don't want this love to ever come apart
Neophyte foreplay
Back seat chess moves compromise
pawn takes Queen: mateCheck