Writing Challenge: Raunchy

[Amanita Mary]

Alright... Tell me what you think of this and contribute your own raunchy piece (that i know is hidden away somewhere) if you want...im curious... see
i read this at a poetry reading and many smirking faces and clapping hands followed. i set the example because i wanted to hear other people's dirty poetry that's been kept in their heads or closets for far too long... so please share... come on - you know you want to...

fuck

I want you
to
shove me into that corner
and not just cop a feel
but take it
and I want you to
be -angry-
grab my anxious thighs
and not just set
but throw me against the wall
bruise easily?
-my ass-
it doesn't hurt----i promise----
fuck, flip me
twist me, throw me
into every page
of the Sutra
I want
every bit -of everything you are-
at this moment -now-
give it to me
everything
because any less passion than that
is enough to wiggle my wrists free
from anybody.

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

OKay then.... You're talking to the right woman here.

I wouldn't call this poetry, exactly, just a hormone-induced rant, but it fits your brief, so here goes.

Fall

Am I falling in love with you?
I can't possibly be; not this soon...
But why won't you leave my head -
Memories of that first kiss standing in
the kitchen;

That secret, stolen moment
that made my heart race

Energy and fire pulsed between us
Lying dormant for so long
I was ravenous for you

And you set me free.

See this... this is how sex should be...
And now I ache for it again
My mind is a film reel of plots and
scenarios that make me smile.

I could take you in a spa
Go down on you while you play guitar

outside in the rain;
There's nothing you can shock me with.
Try again.

But most of all I want to lie next to you
And caress your body
Stare into your eyes
And kiss your lips, feel your pierced

tounge

against mine, searching,
one, then one, then one.

I want to forget everything else.
Will you sing for me?

I think I could easily.... so easily....

fall.

 

[New]

You poems, are very charged with emotions...unfamiliar to me, but they still reach out...let me whip out something a tad more solitary...

Touch of the Underworld

I'm sittin' here
Exausted
Nursin' on my cigarette
My left arm's sore
From browsin' on the inernet
Let's take a
small trip
back in time
To show you some
pleasures - Truly Sublime...

"Tease me, please me, make me scream!
'I want you to make me feel obscene!
'Pull my hair, touch me there!
'Rail me until I can hardly stare!"

Next page,
this shit's gettin'
a little too emo
I need to see
a clip
that makes me
just scream, "HO!"
This next one...she
does
WHAT
with a beagle?
Man, that shit ain't
even legal!

My day of
debauchery
Is now over
I've just given
the world
my cold shoulder
Unanswered messages
on my cell
Light up a boge,
damned straight to hell.

 

[Amanita Mary]

haha... wow guys. I very much enjoyed each of your pieces... this is pretty interesting thus far dont you think?

 

[jameslovesyou]

this is my most recent raunchiness...

i love your work, Amanita Mary.


her skirt
ass
legs
and the blanket
...man...
it was a gulleywasher
a flow like none before
and now she lays there
on that drenched blanket
on the cold warehouse floor
with a quivering
in her center
and i want to enter her
again
and again
and again
engaging that flow
causing that glow
she turns all
fireworks
and sky
like a constant
~~~finale~~~

 

[(Wordy)]

Great thread idea, and I've loved the responses so far!

I'll get around to writing something raunchy...

EDIT: decided to remove the poem I originally posted here since it didn't really fit with the raunchy theme. I'll save it for another time.

 

[Mehm]

great stuff everyone!

bright flashing lights

on the dance floor like a robot
you don't need lights to catch my eyes because your energy is so hot
and i know not what to do
so i'll ask you to the bar for just a drink or two
just a kiss or screw, its such a gift to touch you
truly, i want your body on top of me pumping till i'm rocketing
cacophony of moans, a symphony of sweat
i'll sweetly lick your ear until your dripping wet
cum a pint
i'll drink it on ice
then we'll smoke a cigarette

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

^ love the honesty! Fuck the cute lines and rhapsodising about her eyes, skip straight to the fantasy sweaty naked dirty-sex. :D I'm liking hearing these poems from men actually; although it's always nice to hear women's raunchy thoughts, we're almost past the stage where it's shocking they exist. Men, on the other hand, trained to be so PC now... well I wanna know what you *really* think in the privacy of your head when you're not trying to impress anyone.

Amanita, I just read your first post again and this time imagined you speaking it out loud. With just the right sass and confidence, that would be a kick-ass show stopper. No wonder you got applause.

 

[(Wordy)]

Pool

I want to fuck you in the blue of the pool one sacred hot day the sun a dreaming demon clothes left in the house strewn throughout on cool tiles and carpet I want to submerge with you electrified water coated with fingers of light our flesh blurred slow beneath we are ghosts from the waist down our arms arcing the weight of the water bead-size bubbles fizzing on the surface your head floats to me regal like a duck leaving a v-shape in its wake your dark-wet hair clings faithful to your neck your hand crabbing over my back you kiss me like liquid our mouths pour cool streams into one another our lips skate salt tongues slip quick and vivid we brushtouch like passing fish our flesh become sealskin we slide body off body and without warning you decide I’m a fire to contain splash and drown me digging waves with the triangle of your hands unrelenting wall upon wall until I howl for an end spray back with interest the fool that I am trying to house you bury you in waves of my making enraged like some stung vengeful god until we’re done laughing return to ourselves recall our nakedness how the water cherishes and carries it allows us to magnetise so quick to forget the burning stones at pool’s edge the buzzing pollen garden since these are but toy reflections in your eyes and we need inhabit only the inner circle that we trace with our toes as we spin the sky round on the tall axle we make with the centred sun & make our full disappearance fucking in circles forever at noon


(c) Stu Hatton 2007

http://wordyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/pool-2007.html

 

[katmeow]

^ Pure class.

 

[Amanita Mary]

"your dark-wet hair clings faithful to your neck your hand crabbing over my back you kiss me like liquid our mouths pour cool streams into one another our lips skate salt tongues slip quick and vivid we brushtouch like passing fish our flesh become sealskin we slide body off body"

^This rolls of the tongue like molasses boy.!.!... really dig this piece... its a water orchestra of sensual visuals

 

[bagochina]

Did I do that? I forget... NUMB

In the halls of a decrepit pubic housing building on the South Side of Chicago
The addict, blood dripping down his forearm, winding river road
STAB STAB STAB, he digs and rips thru his skin hoping to hit a vein.
Score, the fleeting rush is gone...
The straw haired, crack whore is pleading to suck his dick,
just one rip off the crack pipe...
Fuck it, he thinks. Pockets ripe with dope.
They move to a corner that smells like urine,
He loads the glass dick, she unzips the flesh dick.
Puff, zing... Puff, zing...
He collapses into the corner, rocket rush.
Explodes into her mouth.
The fuck your smoking my pipe, he tosses her a 10 rock and heads into the night
NUMB, erase your memory

Seedless

 

[jameslovesyou]

whoa there bagochina, i really like the rawness of your piece.

 

[New]

Oh my, that last one outright wrecked my "raunchy box". I like it.

 

[(Wordy)]

Yep, raw is good. Nice one bagochina...

 

[psillocybin]

passion
put your fingers inside me once more
i want to feel that you love me
you can use your tongue until it's sore
you won't be able to prove it enough
hands touch the small of my back
the depth of my thighs
the round of my chest
with your skin on mine i know that it's love
it won't ever end
joined with god, our skin
molded in a shape that fits perfectly
like pieces sewn together
sweat bonds and holds tighter
don't worry about those marks on your back
you know they were put there in passion
we can clean the stain on your sheets
it was put there at the height of love
the smoothness of you on the inside of me
is what god created to show us
a little piece of heaven before we die
i don't care if i'll be sore tomorrow
i don't ever want you to end
when you release it's like
i've accomplished
and you have too when i get mine
don't move i want to feel your
mouth pressed against mine
lock that tongue
you taste so sweet
you are so good to me
indulge in you, my sweet eden
you are my paradise
and when i see that look on your face
i feel perfect
and when you breathe heavy
and are reaching for me
and when you kiss my body
and send your lightning bolts through my skin
i know i'm perfect
but only for you

how can that be sinful