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Iterated Fuck (Free verse) by nentwined sex slippery glisten vagina welcome penis slurp caress and slide and
squeeze, pulse and pulse and pulse and cum; pulse and pulse and deeper
thrust and deeper thrust and pulse and pulse and grope and squeeze and
kiss and hold and thrust and thrust. juices ooze. sweat glistens, skin
caresses, throbs: heat and shivers. bodies cool and dry and separate
held tight and slowly move again: warmth grows and pressure builds and
slip slides ridged insides. pain and numbness court pleasure, sensory
overload mocks desire; perseverance pounds and pounds and cums again.
parts relax with gentle hip rocking: slowly, slowly. used wetness drips
as body breaths find sympathetic pitter patter. vagina tugs on penis
tugs on labia fights for one. last. fling. separation, hugs and
cuddling, sweet nothings and nasty somethings bantered lazily about;
fade to well-earned contentment.
lips and tongue, then lazy, then not, rewaking once more the well-oiled
machines and thrusting and sucking and pounding and rounding, smoothing
and sanding and knocking and squeezing and thrusting and thrusting and
rubbing and rubbing and slurping and flicking and pounding and choking
and soft gentle tugs then hard urgent tugs then rhythmic the beat and
the beat and the beat and the wet glistening sliding and inning and
outing and all over the bouting and banging and banging and banging and
banging and banging and banging and banging and banging -- and CUM.
hand grasps the penis and deftly rehardens and urges toward exit most
quiveringly clean. then hands grasp the breasts and hip rocking motion,
careful at first in the smooth tunnel of worm, then faster and harder
and harder and faster and hands are breast-kneading, waist-grasping,
clit-feeding; frenzy pounding most urgent needs one more last climax, so
distant yet promised, slowly slides near. heart pounding cock knocking
breath shaking blood straining to transport more air for explosions: jaw
set, rocky cock rocking in out in out in out in out IN OUT IN OUT IN OUT
IN OUT... mind fading, breath held, lightheaded and dizzy and POUNDING
and POUNDING and GROPING and KNEADING and FINDING the RHYTHM her
BREATHING is CLOSER and CLOSER and CLOSER and CLOSER and one last is won
and the two then collapse in post-postcoital bliss and the dreams that
come haunt them are wonderous indeed.
Up the ladder:
Lessons on being a man
Down the ladder:
Hey! Shut up, and cut my grass.
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
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Posted: February 18, 2003 9:01 PM PST; Last modified: February 18, 2003 9:01 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.8155656 Overall Rank: 380 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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How dare you use that language on poemranker. 7.
I say Sir, one may say this is an intersting read but the profane manner in which our most personal anatomical parts are described is awful, please stop watching hotel porn, My offer is a 5 marks lost on degrading penis
Best thing you've written in 6 months, and people wonder why i tear the shit out of pseudo poetry? obviously because it's the opposite of this... GQT AWARDE! 10
all righty then.
Ewww... I never I should have quit reading after the sex but no I thought there will be more sex and then I was like sweet a blow job but then Curiousity got the best of me Anal Ewww... this would be a 60 rounded down to 10 cause there is nothing higher than a 10 but you just lost 51 points for anal enjoy your 9
Your right. I was just looking at Exit most quiveringly Clean, and the Tunnel of Worm. I'm used to calling my bum an exit only and Do Not Enter. The Tunnel of Worm <-combined with the exit remark, Tape worms being defecated, and the fact that your fecal matter slowly crawls thru your body like a worm. I comepletely missed clit-feeding. My mistake.
How do you know? Make your eyes look at this:
First, 'exit' seems clearly to refer to the anus. The vagina is almost never described as an exit except during childbirth, while the anus just is an exit. Second, that that the 'exit' is clean is worth mentioning indicates that it would normally or otherwise be unclean, which is obviously more true of the anus. Third, that he mentions being careful indicates the increased likelihood of injury during anal sex. Fourth, the anus is more likely to 'quiver', given that it is a sphincter. Fifth, whatever foul meaning 'tunnel of worm' has, for reasons pinkbunnyofdoom has mentioned it seems more likely to be about the anus. What possible meaning could it have of any other kind fo sex? Sixth, think of the logistics. If "hands are breast-kneading, waist-grasping, clit-feeding", then surely he is taking the MYSTERY SEX PARTICIPANT from behind. Finally, although this is highly conjectural, I believe "straining to transport more air for explosions" refers to a bizarre sex practice of nentwined whereby his anally-obtained climax is heightened by the penetratee farting on his love-truncheone at the critical moment. This would also explain "lightheaded and dizzy", as one is apt to become so after a particularly powerful farte. How is it, then, that the passage refers to non-anal sex? ARE YOU, <~>, HAVING THE SEX WITH NENTWINED?!?!!!111/1/?
<wimper> i was in an harness. <sniff> and, his penis is truly 3000 miles long. <blurt> HOW WAS I TO SEE IT COMING, CLEAR ACROSS THE ROCKIES? THE PURPLE MOUNTAINS MAJESTY, THE AMBER FIELDS OF GRAIN???
DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YOU FOR EXPOSING MY SHAME!!! grima wormtunnel. that's who you are. vest or no, there is truly poison in your ear.
I woke up everyone in the house while laughing uncontrollably at your post. God bless you, Mr. <~>!
no no no, bless you, Ms. Bub
xo, z
Shameless plug
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Quite good. I fail to understand how you can have any kind of coherent "rap/rock" category. Even having "rock" is like having a "music" category.
Congratulations on being #32/36, by the way. Only 31 more steps to the top!!1
Glad to see your soul is still mia.
you cock knocking fag! i give you a 3 for soiling my pants.
sick mind dude... -3
Whatever erotic energy you might have built up in the second verse is utterly destroyed by the fact that the last word is "CUM".
After discovering the audiostatic recordings of poemes on your website, I was disappointed to find that 'Iterated Fuck' was not among them. How dearly I would love to hear this read out in nentwined's sumptuous, erotic tones!
Alas, I could not wait. Here is a recording I have made which represents, I believe, what it would sound like. http://darkangel.illfuckinghostit.com/bu
that was both well read and hilarious. Thank you. :)
but was it erotic? that's the important thing...
possibly for someone.
I think I did catch some points where I need to tighten the poem, after your reading. I'll have to listen to it a few times. :)
whatever you do, i'd leave in the "hand grasps the penis" bit and the banging and banging and bonking and bonking and banging and bonking and banging and banging and banging and baaaaaaarrrgghhh!!!
Actually that's not a bad idea. You might want to throw in an "AAAAAAAAAARRGGHHHH!" somewhere. Instead of CUM.
:heheh: I'll consider it. And I've not listened to it again, yet, but I *think* you missed one of the "banging"s. ;) Maybe it was a silent "Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!".
You're right. I... I... I don't know what to say. How can I ever be redeemed!? I must proceed at once to strap myself into Mr Chetwoad's Flagellating Contraption to atone for my sins.
About as erotic as watching a guerilla witha phd trunk rape a minivan.
My son was just dancing around the computer to this you sick bastards. lol.
Wait, you still have a son? I thought maybe he'd been lost in the confusion surrounding the Philp symour Hoffemane... 'unpleasantness'.
Which is the primary source of your income, the buggery for money or the hard-hitting street poetry?
Buggery, how would he have been lost?
You read it twice through correct?
No. You had it on repeat.
Oh...Yeah huh.
a breath of fresh air. No wait, it smells like FUCKING in here you perverted little weasel! 9.9
did you use a dictaphone for this baby?
nope. wrote it all by hand. perseverence. ;)
Not tonight, nentwined. I have a headache.
Wow. Let's see we got onomatopoeia going strong, you keep my attention for sure, and you actually made my clit hard. Good write!
Good God. Did you really need to say that while I was eating my lunch?
Ace
gross. where's the love.
Awesome. Just freaking Awesome.
I'd like it a hell of a lot more if the word 'Cum' never appeared. 'Come' I might forgive, but never 'cum'.
I was torn on that. I couldn't decide whether 'come' was actually 'valid', or if it was only, properly, 'cum'. Finally (as you can see) just went with the word I was sure of.
Well, I know 'come' has been used thus spelt, but then it just seems silly, because the immediate reaction is 'What the devil is that verb doing there as a noun??? Oh, wait a minute... considering the context... oh, I get it.' 'Cum', on the other hand, just reeks of really bad porn.
The last line's quite good, by the way -- the dream bit, that is.
I just want to reiterate my total, total horror at this poeme. I've seen so many unbelievably sick things on the internet that I don't understand how I can feel so morally violated by what is, when you get down to it, a description of ordinary, unkinky, consensual sex between consenting adults.
I think it's because I keep imagining Rockmage peeping out from a closet to watch, his beard all a-quiver. -10-
Your rendition of this continues to haunt me.
A filthy stream of consciousness!
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i just wished you had eased me into it more with some foreplay, instead of thrusting deftly from the outset.