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Some Added Summer Heat with Sexy Poetry

It’s time for a little summer doggerel, just because. These two poems were first
published in the too hot to handle volume, Coming Together in Verse, edited by the fabulous Ashley Lister. I don’t do much poetry, because I find it really intimidating and downright scary at times. Fiction is much easier. But I happened to be inspired for this anthology … though some of you may question my inspiration as you read. But everyone is entitled to a little filthy silliness at times. The first poem, Stalking Your Scent is more serious, though far sexier, I think, being fascinated by the world of scent as I am.  The second is just inspired by the joys of riding dodgy busses. Enjoy!

 

Stalking Your Scent

I stalk your scent, the wolf at midnight, mouth open to enticing aromas as you writhe beneath me in the dark, as you kiss me and embrace me at your rising from tangled sheets and carelessly tossed clothing unaware that I sniff, that I breathe, that I test you like my unsuspecting next meal.

 

I stalk your scent day in, day out, my own scent driven by obsession, heightened by lust. I eat from you, sneak from you, steal from you what makes me want inside, need inside, burn inside.

 

I stalk your scent and mark you with mine, your throat, your heart, your cock. I possess you in the blending of spice and earth, of tide pool and storm, until I recognize myself only in the context of you, until I am contained only by the boundaries of your redolence.

 

I stalk your scent in the sleepless hours, riding you to exhaustion, thieving the perfume of your lust, to wear in secret, to flaunt in public. I crave your smell each time I touch you, each time I fuck you, each time I eat you, ruthlessly eat you, tasting and sniffing and lifting my hips to tease you.

 

I stalk your scent through the years, taking you in like the breath I breathe, no longer remembering a time when the smell of you didn’t move me, arouse me, quicken me.

 

I stalk your scent on the written page, olfactory after-images elusive and defiant, words lacking bouquet and base note for the depth of my obsession, for the heart of my need for the smell of you against my skin, you in my embrace, you replete in the sweat of sleep and the ozone of dreams and the promise of waking to take me again.

 

The Dodgy Bus

I always ride the dodgy bus no matter my destination.

Though the windows rattle and the floorboards shake,

I ride without hesitation.

 

Ignoring the stench of the oil and grease, I ride with enthusiasm,

Cuz it’s only on the dodgy bus I get the best orgasm.

 

Once onboard, I head for the back, as always is my habit,

Where the seats vibrate and shiver and shake like a really Rampant Rabbit.

 

My man-spread’s quite unladylike, but I open my legs real wide,

Ignoring the stares and the dirty looks. I’m only along for the ride.

 

While others get quite anxious, their stops anticipating,

No one ever guesses I’m just here masturbating.

 

The lack of good shocks makes my tits shake, the vibrations, they tickle my clit.

I’m an expert at finding the sweet spot on the naugahyde seat where I sit.

 

I don’t care if it’s cheap or it’s pricy, don’t mind if it costs a good sum.

Though I may not get where I’m going, I always have a good cum.

To See the New Year Coming

Happy New Year everyone! No navel gazing today. There are always more than plenty of that to go around this time of the year. I saw a meme on Facebook yesterday that said something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since I’ve become a better person.’ ‘Nuff said! No lectures, no reflections, no romps down memory lane. This year I’m beginning a new New Years Eve tradition because everyone deserves the gift of bad poetry from their friends. And if it’s bad poetry you want, well I’m your girl. And my wish for you all is that you see the old year out with whatever your version of a good hearty navel gaze may be, and after that’s all sorted,that you see the New Year coming.

 

Seeing the New Year Coming

 

You kissed my lips on New Year

Standing by the sink

My hands were wet and soapy,

We’d had a few to drink

We stayed at home this New Year

To give us time to think,

We stayed at home to navel gaze and

indulge in some New Year kink.

You kissed my lips on New Year,

Well that’s where you began

Then you kissed my neck and ears

Made me drop the frying pan

Splashing water on my breasts

and right up on my cheek.

You didn’t really mind that though,

And you gave my nips a tweak.

You pushed and shoved my skirt up high

Until my ass was bare

It didn’t half surprise you

To find no panties there.

To start the New Year right, you said,

A woman should be wet

And one grope reassured you

I was moist as I could get.

Then I reached behind me and

Grabbed you by the schlong

I like to party hard I said,

On New Years, I like it long.

You’d seen to my Christmas stuffing

Then ate me for Boxing Day Lunch

And you had a plan for New Year

One I would like a bunch.

You kissed and stroked and shoved right in

Alde Lang Syne you were humming

Then you took me from behind so I could see

The New Year coming.

Ashley Lister Waxes Poetic & Here’s Why You Should Too

I’m so excited to have one of my very favourite people as my guest today, and not only is the wonderful Ashley Lister my guest, but he actually wrote me a poem! Is that the coolest thing ever?!?! But I digress. Ashely is here to talk about Coming Together In Verse, an exciting new anthology of adult poetry he’s editing for charity. Please! Enjoy his poem for moi, read all about Coming Together In Verse, then get ready to wax poetic for a good cause!

 

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I think she’s ace
She writes so well
She weaves a spell

We chatted at Eroticon
It was such fun
To hear insights
of how she writes

I mentioned my anthology
Of poetry
She asked me to
Share this with you…

 

My name’s Ashley Lister. Not only am I longstanding fan of K D Grace’s writing, but I’m lucky enough to count her as a friend. We chatted at the most recent Eroticon and I sit in on the workshop she hosted alongside Lily Harlem. (Actually, I’ve written a short story inspired by the title I came up with in that session).

The poetic form above is a minute poem – one of my favourites because it’s so easy to remember. The rhyme scheme is simple and the structure (eight syllables followed by three lines of four syllables) makes for a pleasant rhythm.

If you do fancy contributing a poem, I’d be delighted to consider it for the anthology. The collection is ultimately going to benefit an animal charity but, also, I think it’s going to prove to be one of the most impressive collections of ‘adult’ verse ever compiled. Given some of the material I’ve already received it’s looking like it will be a quality collection. I do hope you’ll give some consideration to maybe writing something and submitting.

The call for submissions is reprinted below and I’d be keen to hear from any writers or poets who think they’ve got something appropriate. If you’re stuck for inspiration on poetic forms, I keep sharing some of my favourite types over on my blog (http://ashleylisterauthor.blogspot.co.uk/).
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I’m asking for your best poems.

Coming Together: In Verse will be a collection of erotic poetry and risqué verse edited by Ashley R Lister. Sales Ashley ListerCTIV2

proceeds benefit Hope for Paws.

Erica Jong said, “Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our lives – when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born, when we fall in love.” Wallace Stevens said, “A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.” Edgar Allan Poe said, “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.” Most of us agree, when it comes to expressing passion, there is nothing more effective than poetry.

Whether it’s blank or free verse, or a rigid rhyming metrical form, well-written poetry can touch us in places deeper and more personally than any fiction. There’s nothing sexier than a poem that speaks to us on such an intimate level.

Author, lecturer and occasional performance poet, Ashley R Lister, is looking for your best pieces of original poetry, erotic verse, risqué rhymes, cheeky cinquains or saucy sonnets. The collection will contain a broad range of quality erotic poetry submissions, from the rude, ribald and vulgar through to the suggestive, sensuous and sensitive.

Standard Rules apply: No underage, no non-consensual, no scat, incest, or necrophilia. Any pairings or groupings accepted and encouraged.

Deadline for submissions is October 1, 2015.

Send poems double-spaced, 12 point font (Times New Roman or Georgia) in .doc or .rtf format to me@ashleylister.co.uk, with “ATTN: Coming Together, your pen-name, your story title” in the subject line. British Writing pen and birds 1_xl_20156020English grammar please. Double quotes around dialogue.

Only submit your final, best version of the poem; do not send multiple versions of the same piece. Up to three poems will be considered from each author. Include your legal name (and pseudonym if applicable and be clear which one is which), mailing address, and up to 250 word bio. You will be notified as to the status of your poem by no later than November 1, 2015.

This is a charity anthology. Contributors will receive ebook copies of the publication. Additional compensation is likely to come in karma and tax-write offs. Hope for Paws will benefit from all proceeds. Hope for Paws is a non-profit animal rescue organisation. They rescue dogs (and other animals) who are suffering on the streets and in shelters. Their goal is to educate people on the importance of companion animals in our society. Find out more at hopeforpaws.org.

Filthy Mouths Birthday Bash

Happy birthday, Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues!

Yes, that’s right, the fabulously fiercely fun Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues have excited London with filthy smutty naughty words for a whole year! I’ve been lucky enough to be a part of the filthiness for about half of that time, and I’m very excited to announce that the Filthy Mouths women are having a birthday party, and YOU are invited.

Not only will there be filthy stories poems and other shenanigans, but there’ll be displays of some of the artistic talent that is Filthy Mouth and Evil Tongues. There’ll be a treasure hunt, and of course the smut-tastic, ultra-naughty sex texting competition for a fabulous prize from Sh!  Oh, and did I mention cocktails? Oh yes, sexy alcoholic beverages will, indeed, be abundant.

That’s next Friday, 21st September, 7:00 pm in London. The Slaughter House Studio in Hoxton. THE place to be!

Get your tickets here: http://filthybirthdaycocktailparty.eventbrite.co.uk/

FILTHY WRITERS POEM

Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues

Dirty minds and wanton words

Sticky pages, most outrageous!

Stories longing to be heard.

She honours you, who share her thoughts

So treasure her brave and lusty tale

What gems will be glimpsed, what secrets reveaed

So pay attention, listen well to

Sarah Berry

She’s the queen of fanny, pussy, twat and front bum

Full of knowledge on fisting, birth and good ways to come

She’ll help you feel better if your bits feel amiss

Though she’d like to add that she still loves the penis

 Molly Moore

She uses words to shock and please,

To satisfy your wishes,

And to prove that she is not a tease,

She’ll cover you in kisses

Meg Philip    

Sit back, relax and listen while I share with you some filth.

Words to make you cream your pants,

As told by your favourite MILF

Elizabeth will now inspire

Make your pulse race and take you higher

Her wicked words in verse tonight

For your delectation and delight!

K D Grace isn’t great with the rhyming,

Her meter is off — and her timing

But if its filth that you want you’re surely I luck

Cuz she knows how to write a hot … Story 😉

Annie Player…

Hello. I want to make you cum

With my dirty little tongue

Tonight I have a new debut

So come play with me… & I’ll play with you

The Dragon kings Daughter

A wild active mind

Hot rash words, not unkind.

Taking you for a ride

To see what we find