FabSwingers.com forum: Poetry Corner

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Been thinking there was a lack of poetry on here so I'll start this to get people sharing their creativity.

-Doesn't have to be long or short (no need to measure your poem next to a sky remote).

-Just let it flow. Your choice if you want it to be funny, sad, introspective, or bizarre. Just enjoy, and be excellent to each other.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The mask obstructs her vision

The chains restrict her motion

The scent of sex and sweat

An intoxicating potion

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The constricting brace of leather

Holds her hands and legs apart.

The creak of a door

Footsteps on the floor

She knows it's just the start

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By *ecadent_DevonMan
over a year ago

Okehampton

If you can keep your erection when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can take disbelief and sarcasm when all forumites doubt you,

But make allowance for their sense of humour too;

If you can fuck and not be tired by fucking,

Or being blocked, don’t deal in blocks,

Or being fabbed, don’t give way to fabbing,

And yet don’t look too close, nor talk too much rot:

If you can wank—and not make wanking your master;

If you can think (whilst wanking) —and direct your splurting aim;

If you can meet with size-queens and those that yell “faster”

And treat those two fabsters just the same;

If you can bear to read the truth about your profile being written

Twisted by the forum and told you break the rule,

Or watch posts descend into chaos, or see tongues firmly bitten

And cum and repeat without rubbing out your tool

If you can make one heap of all your verifications

And risk it on one pic in lingerie,

And UNLOS and start again at blank, full of consternation

And never breathe a word about sucking cock being gay

If you can force your cock in anus, but say you are not bi

To keep posting long after the initial point of thread is gone,

And so hold on when the cum is ready to fly

And scream to your meet: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with people in clubs with dubious virtue,

Or fuck with queens and princesses — with golden pussy to touch,

If neither deleted message or blocks can hurt you,

If all men are competitors against you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving profile

With sixty words worth of sexy fun,

Yours is fab and everyone that’s on it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a swinger my son!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young man from Runcorn

Who should never have been born

And he wouldn't have been

If his father had seen

His condom was torn

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By *rightonsteveMan
over a year ago

Brighton - even Hove!

I one had a wank in the bank

It was a withdrawal

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By *ourayloversCouple
over a year ago

chesterfield

Mary had a little lamb

She also had a bear

I'd often see her little lamb

But I'd never see her bare

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"you’ll be a swinger my son!

An "Exceedingly good" poem there

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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago

Whitley Bay

I'd like to thank me skin

For keepin me all in

For if where me skin should be was nowt

Me insides would surely sure fall out

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By *he Mac LassWoman
over a year ago

Hefty Hideaway

I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well

'On The Flop'

He once stood so proud

Like a sunflower in August

Perky and insatiable

Like a kitten on speed

How we miss the heady days

Up against a wall

Or atop a full spin

In the back seat

Or against the pub bin

Ready for action

Regardless of the time

Don't care who's watching

Just let him in.

Now it's December

And the hairs have turned silver grey

The heavy ample head bobs

Against a denimned leg

The scent of a lady love

Inviting and warm

Purring with delight

It perks once more

To reach the finish line

Envelop in her

With vinegar strokes

He's not on the flop

No sir not him.

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By *ookie46Woman
over a year ago

Deepest darkest Peru

"I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well

'On The Flop'

He once stood so proud

Like a sunflower in August

Perky and insatiable

Like a kitten on speed

How we miss the heady days

Up against a wall

Or atop a full spin

In the back seat

Or against the pub bin

Ready for action

Regardless of the time

Don't care who's watching

Just let him in.

Now it's December

And the hairs have turned silver grey

The heavy ample head bobs

Against a denimned leg

The scent of a lady love

Inviting and warm

Purring with delight

It perks once more

To reach the finish line

Envelop in her

With vinegar strokes

He's not on the flop

No sir not him.

You’re my winner

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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago

Whitley Bay

"I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well

'On The Flop'

He once stood so proud

Like a sunflower in August

Perky and insatiable

Like a kitten on speed

How we miss the heady days

Up against a wall

Or atop a full spin

In the back seat

Or against the pub bin

Ready for action

Regardless of the time

Don't care who's watching

Just let him in.

Now it's December

And the hairs have turned silver grey

The heavy ample head bobs

Against a denimned leg

The scent of a lady love

Inviting and warm

Purring with delight

It perks once more

To reach the finish line

Envelop in her

With vinegar strokes

He's not on the flop

No sir not him.

Love it!

Ooo I love poetry too x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I cant anymore my skills of rhyme are gone

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By *he Mac LassWoman
over a year ago

Hefty Hideaway

Aw thanks ladies

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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago

Whitley Bay

Play me with your banter

Then stroke my mind with depth of soul

Surf in on a tide of curiosity

And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs

In a golden temple

Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io

And pour warmth over my freckly skin

And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins

Chase your dragon into my lair

Be all you and be willing to taste all me

Listen deeply like your breath has ears

Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes

Then lotus open and let go

A light approach into candle lit caves

Meet wherever we land

Be it soft ground or insane heights

let the animal of you find the animal of me

Rip open a fresh carcass

delicious

earthly

delights

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"I bloody love poetry. This is my poem that didn't win the latest poetry slam. Wounded. I'm off to write more poems about porn and hookers. They seem to go down well

'On The Flop'

Sensational!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Play me with your banter

Then stroke my mind with depth of soul

Surf in on a tide of curiosity

And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs

In a golden temple

Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io

And pour warmth over my freckly skin

And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins

Chase your dragon into my lair

Be all you and be willing to taste all me

Listen deeply like your breath has ears

Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes

Then lotus open and let go

A light approach into candle lit caves

Meet wherever we land

Be it soft ground or insane heights

let the animal of you find the animal of me

Rip open a fresh carcass

delicious

earthly

delights

Another delight. Like reading a spell, as I read this, I can almost hear sitars.

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By *reya73Woman
over a year ago

Whitley Bay

"Play me with your banter

Then stroke my mind with depth of soul

Surf in on a tide of curiosity

And lets milkyshake us right up with fat Buddha belly laughs

In a golden temple

Cultivate heat like the molten fires of Io

And pour warmth over my freckly skin

And I'll inject my illicit lava into your veins

Chase your dragon into my lair

Be all you and be willing to taste all me

Listen deeply like your breath has ears

Focus intensely as if your hands have eyes

Then lotus open and let go

A light approach into candle lit caves

Meet wherever we land

Be it soft ground or insane heights

let the animal of you find the animal of me

Rip open a fresh carcass

delicious

earthly

delights

Another delight. Like reading a spell, as I read this, I can almost hear sitars."

And by sunrise you'll find yourself at my door dressed in a sarong with offerings for the norse goddess Freya

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I love this feeling,

when the sheets are in a jumble.

Where we find ourselves

in an early morning fumble.

Our eyes still sleepy,

resembling a zombie.

yet our loins have awoken

before we've had our coffee

You wrap your leg around me,

you start to grind.

With unopened eyes we start to kiss

Our bodies intertwined.

It's hard to find the words at such a time,

at best we only mumble.

So we say good morning in our special way,

with an early morning fumble.

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By *rAitchMan
over a year ago

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe

There once was a girl from Madras

She rolled with a monk on the grass

She lifted his smock

And tickled his cock

'Till it foamed like a bottle of Bass

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By *ecadent_DevonMan
over a year ago

Okehampton

The passion, venom heat does sear, course through vein as you draw near. The moonlight reflects in gleaming eye, your lips curled red release a sigh. Your perfumed notes of stories told, your dancing hair, your stance so bold. You're top to tail a fabulous thing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing

Your thighs afire, your back arched fair, I hunger for that taste so rare. My breath it stirs your nipples taught and in your desire that breath was caught. Your skin as soft as butter milk, over pouting lips tongue slides like silk. Your smile, your eyes of promise bring, come take my hand tonight we'll swing

The sweetness in your hidden deep, a whispered voice sets heart to leap. The turning sun it cannot hide, the urges hidden deep inside. Your symphony of breathless sighs, causes shaft to firm and tip to rise. Your falling tress, my heart does sing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing

Entwined like vines we are as one, the wine is d*unk the night half done. And as the dawn kisses hedge awake, our hunger sated, no thirst to slake. This is our first meet with more to come? Who knows, kiss me deeply, last night we swung.

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By *artyanna16200TV/TS
over a year ago

leeds

Outside the chip shop , saturday night , a bald adolescent asked me out for a fight, he was no bigger than a twopenny fart , he was a deft exponent of the martial art, he gave me three warnings , trod on me toes , a kidney punch made me eyes explode........

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By *r_Jake70Man
over a year ago

London

To C

Pillows, pressed flat

Sheets, wet with sweat

The mattress sweet with sticky heat

Your feet, my feet spent now

With the climbing of what

Ladders prove to be each other’s

Bodies rise, fall, rise

The daring lock of eyes upon eyes but

Sighing we prise apart and set

The question of our nakedness upon your bed.

You’re still half-asleep as I leave,

Faint, familiar sounds announce to you,

(if you hear)

I’ve found my clothes

The slap of bare sole on marble floor,

metallic tang of jeans being fastened,

I turn to the door,

One glance back into the darkness,

Memories of something shared.

Of something bared.

Of something closer, still. x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I never knew poetry slams were a thing till someone I followed on arsebook mentioned it. Brilliant.

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By *nabelle21Woman
over a year ago

B38

I need, need you to hold me close.

To feel the rhythm of your heart.

Your warm breath upon my skin.

Consumed with feeling you so close time is standing still.

Now we must part but I will always carry you within.

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By *wist my nipplesCouple
over a year ago

North East Scotland, mostly

Some wonderful work here! Not a skill I have but thank you all

Mrs TMN x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A curious mind that wanders

And a body full of lust

Whispers gently in your ear

to act before it’s lost

To taste the fruits of others

And smell their scent with yours

Sharing your desires

Addicted to the cause

Breathing in the freedom

The delicacy of skin

Letting loose the kinks

That are hiding deep within.

Freeing up your inner self

The deviant inside

With other sexy players

On the liberating ride

Baring all your secrets

Your passions and your kinks

To find that big release

And be a truly sexy minx

Written by me just now.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"A curious mind that wanders

And a body full of lust..."

Lovely stuff

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young lady from Ealing

Who had a peculiar feeling

She laid on her back

And opened her crack

And pissed all over the ceiling

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My mind begins to wander

To thoughts of steamy nights

I cannot help but wonder

When I'll next taste your delights

We shared some hot encounters

Which began with an embrace

From sex on the kitchen counter

To you sitting on my face

I'd love to get my hands on you

It's all that I desire

My loins are throbbing hard for you

You've set my sex on fire

If only you were with me now

Bent over, waiting and bare

I would slip it in and begin to plow

While pulling on your hair

I know you like a spanking

And a finger in your bum

So get here and you'll be thanking

Me for giving you the thumb

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By *inkysexpotMan
over a year ago

leeds

Roses are red

Violets are blue

If I bring you two

Can I plough you

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By *entileschiWoman
over a year ago

Norwich

The weather is cold

The sky is murky

Christmas has flown

I'm fuck sick of turkey

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