Posts Tagged poetryporn

[Angel & Buffy series] Life?; Buffy/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

human!Angel/Buffy with a side of remembered Spike/Angel and Spike/Buffy. Post NFA poetrydrabblething. Originally posted: 28th November, 2006

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Life?

A fluttering pulse under the palm of my hand.
Life pumping.
thump
One beat.
thump
Two beat.
An echoing chorus of itself.

Warm body, moving against my fingers.
It tickles you say.
Laughter in my ear,
a whispering breath against my neck,
an answering pulse.
We’re two now.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Shadowplay; Spike/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

I miss Angel and Spike a lot. I’m still achy and in a bad mood. missmorwen and polgara_malfoy made me smile, and so I dabble more words. Originally posted: 1st December, 2006

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Shadowplay

In the dead of night,
the silence breaks.
Living sounds,
of bodies meeting in anger,
knife edge of hate and longing,
of caresses and wounds.

Bodies silent.
A vampire’s breath
as quiet as the shadows they cast.
Till they break, moments to forget.
Flesh and blood, kisses and tongues,
taste of something else than stale blood and grief.
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[Veronica Mars] Heat; Logan/Veronica, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Veronica Mars, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Heat
Heat in the backseat of my car,
the sun has barely gone down before you are in my arms,
holding me tight, crawling close, burrowing under my skin.
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[Queer as Folk US] (W)hole; Brian/Justin, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom: Queer as Folk US, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Title: (W)hole
Notes: Originally posted 18th March, 2006. I’m drunk, or slowly getting there anyway ;) Now I spam you with QaF poetrything.

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(W)hole

The skin on his back gleams with sweat,
droplets that taste of salt,
and him. Droplets that I put there.
Thrust, push and pull,
the name of the game baby
is sex.
Fucking.
Hot, wet and sticky.
Just the way I like it.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Family, Spike/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: Family
Characters: Spike/Angel
Notes: Originally posted 29th November, 2004

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Family

Spike’s bitter tongue, piercing words
keeps Angel afloat
makes him angry
breaks his habits
and won’t let him be alone.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Ternion(the sum of one and one and one); Spike/Angel/Buffy, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)
Characters: Spike/Angel/Buffy
Notes: Originally posted 15th March, 2006. Part 2.
So yes I am tired and therefore no selfcritique. So I post. (and overuse the word ’so’) Feel free to mock or enjoy. femmenerd wanted porny poetry .. which I can’t really do. What I can do I’ve named poetrythings in my memories and it has more emphasis on things rather than poetry. Stream of consciousness perhaps? It’s too choppy to be drabbles. Still, I like to write it, whatever you wanna call it. Here’s ‘the mix of words that I do but don’t know what to call’.

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Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)

He likes it best on his knees,
to follow, give in and serve.
Pretty as you please, a postcard in submission,
knees spread, back straight,
eyes down.
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[Angel & Buffy series] W(ors)hipped; Spike/Buffy,poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: W(ors)hipped
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Notes: Originally posted 15th March, 2006.
So yes I am tired and therefore no selfcritique. So I post. (and overuse the word ’so’) Feel free to mock or enjoy. femmenerd wanted porny poetry .. which I can’t really do. What I can do I’ve named poetrythings in my memories and it has more emphasis on things rather than poetry. Stream of consciousness perhaps? It’s too choppy to be drabbles. Still, I like to write it, whatever you wanna call it. Here’s ‘the mix of words that I do but don’t know what to call’.

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W(ors)hipped

From above he is watched.

Hands tied, body tensed,
arms stretching to accommodate silken straps.
Made to leave no marks.
But arms,
hands fisted, red crescents in palms,
pulling harder.
Wanting the red.
Wants proof of tonight he can touch, see,
hide underneath white shirt cuffs.
Straightlaced and nobody
in a sea of suits.
But not here,
here he is someone’s
pet, slave, bitch.
Call him as you see him.
As you use him.
As you want him.
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[Stargate Atlantis] Touch; McKay/Sheppard, slash

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, Rated: PG friendly, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

Originally posted June 7th, 2007.
Words: 197

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Taste like coffee,
on his lips from his tongue.
Stubbleburn still fiery on his lips, cheek and fragile skin below his jaw.

These are the places Rodney kissed.

His arms still feel the warmth of hands,
across his back the ghost of touch gliding up and down,
heat against his skin, sweat mingling as they grind closer.

These are the places Rodney touched and made him feel.

Nipples sore,
marks on his throat, just below the collar.
Above his thigh, in that sweet crease, bruises to be - still red and fresh.

These are the places Rodney marked and made his.

He burrows deep into his pillow and inhales, smelling Rodney;
sweat, aftershave, sex - holding it inside as long as he can.
Until he has to breath and let go.
Hoping that his bed will keep smelling like this, like Rodney, like home.

His voice makes him hard,
angry and demanding or babbling and nervous - doesn’t matter.
It sends shivers down his spine that he has to hide, except Rodney sees.
Now Rodney knows, so he does it again - just to make John break out in goosebumps that he can lick and bite.

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[wordflow] My hungry mouth, adult

Posted by blackbirch in Non-fandom: Original, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

Originally posted  August 22nd, 2007. Since Kita asked for pr0n on IJ - here’s an experimental entry

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kiss my neck
nibble my ears
wrap your hand around my throat and squeeze me just a little bit tighter

your body up against mine
heat and sweat and smooth skin
your fingertips against my mouth
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[wordflow] Leather, adult

Posted by blackbirch in Non-fandom: Original, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

poetry porn for my coffeebreak of the day. Originally posted April 16th, 2007

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Leather

Leather on my skin,
bound soft and tight,
it spreads me more than I want to show.
Makes me open for the man in front of me,
his hands burning.
Heated touch on flesh that’s aching, wanting, sweating with need.
Shivering in anticipation,
in fear,
fear that I won’t last, hold up to expectations,
won’t perform to his tastes.

But he draws the chill of cool untouched leather across my body,
tickling, demonstrating, winding me tighter than I thought possible.
It warms with my skin, wets with my sweat
and stings on my skin.

Lashes soft, made sharp with movement
by strong hands and arms I can only see inside my mind.
My eyes are closed, head down,
chains holding my weight.

He swings it, melody of leather across the air.
Soft sounds and sharp stings,
it wakes my skin in inches.

Yearning, bending, arching, dipping.
I can feel the sweat dripping down my legs,
he likes to tease.
Likes to know I’m crazy for it before it even touches me.

The room is filled with the scent of us,
salts and fluids and heat across air stained with groans.
I beg, I yield, and he holds me in the palm of his hand,
to do with as he fancies

Gave myself freely
and every second is paid in full,
desire slated, body spent.

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