Ladies, how many of you write poetry?  Either related to your business or just your life.  Is this something you would be willing to share?
 Gentlemen, do you write poetry about the ladies or your experiences in the hobby?  Is this something you would be willing to share?
 When I was still on the west coast I met a lady who was very shy named Jade.  As we talked it turned out that she really wanted to be a writer and had written a beautiful poem (I thought).
 For a while I Was trying to set up a board or the like on poetry.
  Anyway, Jade gave me permission a year ago to put her poem up.  Here it is.

Ragdoll
I have red lips
That never speak
While my face has but,
One expression
My dress is worn, torn, and tainted
As the years dull what,
Life is still left painted
I have two buttons with little thread,
As my seams are giving way
I lay unwanted as my once,
Shiny hair grows thin... I'm what you wanted,
A Silent Friend

I'm there when you need me no matter the cost
I'm your emptiness sewn together by cloth
I have no thoughts or words to say...
I'm Your Ragdoll
To absorb your pain

You notice me little,
As I tear by each tug
I'm The Ragdoll
You couldn't love.



-- Modified on 4/21/2007 1:30:54 PM

I posted a few of my poems on my blog several months ago.....

It took me a little while to find them (my bad, I don't usually look at blogs so navigation is not my strength).
 I try to stay away from the good and bad of poetry in favor of does it share an experience I can relate to.  He knew her certaily worked for me.
 Thanks for sharing them.  Poems are (or can be) a very vulnerable exposure.  So personal.
B

Thank you. I don't know why the link I added didn't take you direcetly to the blog page. Oh well, I'm glad you found them

It took me to your web site and I then clicked on blog.

O.Holy, Holy
He said down,
i hit my knees,
faced the altar,
the giver of seed,life affirming,hard and authoratative

on my knees,my knees,
mumbling,praying,reciting psalms
hallelujah
he enters my mouth I shudder
sway weak

on my knees,on my knees.

hungry for redemption,salvation,completion,
i suck,

on my knees,on my knees
saliva drips down my chin,
I slurp and gag, worship,

on my knees,on my knees

I crave his ejaculate,this holy sacrament his body and semen,
the intermigling of fluid,my juices and his

on my knees on my knees
my flowers drips

powerless in the face of power,
awed in the face of divinity,
aching to be bound,
to be owned through holy convenant,
to be used,
to be his holy vessel,
his chalice,
I plead for communion,
baptize me

on my knees,on my knees

container of his passion,

on my knees,on my knees

Thanks, Miki
Very erotic, sensual. The whole communion image catches what I experience in CIM
 I also looked at your web site (for more poems.NOT)  You have beautiful eyes.
 When are you going to tour Tampa?
B

She stands,
quivering
in the night,
poised with her hand raised
at the threshold
tentatively she knocks
heart pounding
stomach twisting
excitement slickens her
and she rubs
her legs together momentarily
as she knocks
the door opens
Smile, say hello,
nerves are assuaged
the first kiss
this
is what she came for
the touch of the lips
first passionate lick
of her lovers tongue
caressing her
mouth
her insides unfurl and she
opens her arms, drops to
her knees and
sends him straight to heaven...
dripping
decadently wet

Not into writing poetry but did write
a couple limericks for two of my favorite ladies.

Let's hear/see 'em

If you look a little further on the blog list, there is also an erotic story I wrote sometime ago. I tend to write erotic stories more often than poetry, but most of it I've never been comfortable sharing publicly.

Here's the first part of a song-

The world outside that door will wait
Till you and I are through here
'Cause the magic that we create
Can drive away our deepest fears

When I see excitement in your glance
I can lose myself for a little while
And I'm so glad I took the chaance
Every time I see you smile

So close that door. Come over here
And take me in your arms
Let me pretend that you're all mine
Don't make me wait any more
Let's see where this time leads
For a little while
You're all I need.

They went home and told their wives,
   that never once in all their lives,
   had they known a girl like me.
But.....they went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
   no word I spoke was ever mean,
   I had an air of mystery.
But........they went home.

My praises were on all men's lips,
   they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
   They's spend one night, or two or three
But.........

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
When I see your picture,
I start to drool.

Well, I never said I was Shakespeare.

Great!
Here is one of mine:

Yellow is butter
Melting on a bun
Is it too late to tell you
I forgot the condom?

as well as Newbie hobbiests.  Thanks for sharing this.  Does it have a title?

Whether in or out of the business, she is the best I have ever met, hands down.  We should coax her to write something.

I sent her a note asking her if she would post something.
B

There was a girl named Kate
Whom I saw for a date
I asked a lot
And she was hot
As I will now relate

It was only a short while
But this girl made me smile
She knows how to please,
gave me weak knees
I will say she is versatile

We started with a kiss
Her menu was not remiss
She gave her all
We both had a ball
I continue to reminisce

I mostly liked her French
Her tongue worked like a wrench
She had the need
To swallow my seed
And thus did my stress quench

Nicely done.  I am very sympathetic to the idea that "For a while, you're all I need."

If you get a chance please post the rest.
B

I'm not happy with the third verse yet, but here's the second. It's not as good either, but it doesn't stink.

And when your lips are touching mine
I know I'm where I need to be
Two hearts intertwined
For this slice of eternity

So close that door and kiss me quick
Show me it's not make-believe
I can't wait one precious tick
I know too soon I'll have to leave

Chorus

Thanks.  Do you write the music to go with this?
Years ago I had a buddy who could do music and we had a very consistent reception to our effort - none every went everywhere.  I sure it was the lyrics dude (me).
Beret