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I am reading for 3 minutes (?) at a Butch-Femme event that has a definite sexual, very playful flavor to it. My poems are very short. Here are 26 possibilities. If it doesn't bore you, would you read and tell me your top 5 favorites? I know I know! 20 is a HUGE list to read. I swear that they are very short!
1. A Cumquat Riddle
Fortunella was an authentic kind of femme
The one who might dictate and pontificate
To any and all on the badge of honor
Worn by those sacreligious delicious butches
Who understood the true meaning of snorkel
Who didn't dissolve under harsh scrutiny
Whose gender didn't go on hiatus when faced
With the sneering curled upper lips of those
Who thought themselves better simply by
Drinking the fruits of life's vineyard
Rather than working the grapes themselves
So she, with a nod to the heresy she knew
She committed with that final flipped finger
As she slipped her arm firmly through his,asked
If they knew why some sweet cumquats had thorns
5/19/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
2. Discovering Cathay
I wrote you down like Marco Polo
Discovering Cathay's Silk Road
Knowing that if a merchant's son
Could never be forgotten by all
That you might live on as well
Inscribed not on paper vellum thin
Instead my neat precise heart
Etched you into words so that
Like Marco Polo I might never
Lose my way back to you and Cathay
For you are those unknown shores
Where my soul longs to linger
Taking in the sights the sounds
All that is the sum of you
And I know in my deepest self
That if I do not write you down
I will be like the futile Khan
Never conquering the rising sun
6/2/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
3. Damned Mermaids Anyway
That boi remembers that one moment
When he held a mermaid in his arms
Sea breezes still carry her scent
Power punching him to his knees
His fingers tingle with memories
Caresses of soft soft woman's skin
One glance could make him sweat
Still he neglected to prioritize
Her in his life as love concrete
And that slippery bitch of a fish
Left him lonely on his own shores
Reclaiming the salt of her self
Seeking the sweet moisture of home
6/29/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
4. Anita's Song
Tattered guitar playing man
Leans on the wharf holding
Seattle in his back pocket
Some punk's day's been made
Exuberant music reminds us
That for want of love we weep
For the gift of love we laugh
Like some daft savant lover
Phenomenal in his desire
Lacking in his approach
And I want to go with him
Make love on a rocky shore
Let the pain of the granite
Remind me that I am always
Worth waiting for.
8/2/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
5. Prize
I want
to slip to my knees
trace nails up your thighs
slide cotton aside
take hold of my prize
I want
your fists in my hair
your belly quivering
your legs this far apart
as I suckle my prize
I want
hard length in my mouth
swollen flesh pressing
driving down my throat
giving me my prize
I want
to be your torment
tease you into gasps
begging for my mercy
never relinquish my prize
I want
you to press my head
you to thrust those hips
us to find together
that sweet sweet prize
5/9/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
6. Grammar Lessons
Potential like a ripe plantain
Waiting to be sliced and fried
Your smile tempts me though
My forecast stated cloudy
And I am a cat waiting
Sweet cream poured in a saucer
Leave me by your kitchen door
Reward for some feline gymnastics
Last night when you taught me
That my ankles might be siblings
To those wrists you bound
Driving into me until I lost
All reason All knowledge
Until my grasp of grammar
Slipped to just, "Oh God"
5/23/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
7. Breaking Rules
Lay down the law for me, my love
Application will bring education
Some rules were meant to be
Well, not broken so much as,
Taken in synthesis with other
Mentions of literature and law
And your high school English teacher
Still reigned triumphant in
Those darkly rich dreams
Where you have me bent
By a desk ruler applied in kind
And this, sweet professor, is not
The kind of education meant for
Just anyone because only sweet
Cherry red lips above and below
Can handle the full application
Of teacher's sizeable pointer
So break those laws and bend me
Into the woman you need me to be
6/4/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
8. To Go
Wrap me up some butch to go
I don't need chocolate
A little silver is good
I want to sex him up
Let him think me sultry
Assume my elegance is true
Grace me with the pleasure
Of one fine boi smooth man
And I'll trade you succulent
Ripe velvet luscious kisses
If you will just please
Wrap me up some butch to go.
10/26/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9. Mission Missed
I went to Capistrano
Missed the Mission
Dreaming of you
Wanted to feel adobe
Cool thick beneath my palms
Your stone drew me instead
Hot and hard between my thighs
I went to the mission
Missed hearing the bells
Listening for your voice
Wanted to taste sweet orange
Juicy succulent on my lips
But your flesh called me
Tongue slipping inside of me
I went to Capistrano
To see To touch To hear
Mud brick, warm sun sweet man
Your history made me real
11/11/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
10. IF LOVE
If love walked up to you
Grabbed you by the collar
Pulled your mouth down
One long slow soul joining kss
Would you turn your head?
If love offered you the chance
Laid itself out bare open true
Sprawled like a wanton harlot
Needing you Pleading you
Would you close your eyes?
If love begged you for a dance
Waltz with me Whirl with me
Slipping against your skin so slick
Would you just walk away?
If love showed you how to heal
Took you by the hand soft warm
Stole into your heart like a thief
Offering to return all you'd lost
Could you just walk away?
11/11/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11.Requests
At your request my hand folded
Slithered down my chest brushing
my nipples oh so yes there there
as if it were your lips instead
Coiled down my belly soft plump
to spread myself for your delight
My fingers slicked themselves
Slid like otters in the sea
Through the dampness there
At the juncture of your desire
Solid truth throbbed to your tune
As my hand danced between my thighs
At your request my heart yielded
11/16/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
12. Motorcycle Alley
"Miles," he said as he ground out his cigar
in the alley brick next to my head
"My name is Miles and these boots"
he flicked from my peak to the ground
"are going to take you to heaven tonight."
Pausing a moment to take a deep bite
Clamping his hand over my mouth
His hard point grinding into flesh
as the walls began to close around me
"It's simple," he said as he licked at the blood
"You dressed in glittering satin and lace
Hoping to find a butch to tease and play
Instead you've found little old leather guard me."
The snick of the steel blade in his hand
Seemed to suddenly define me.
"Now on your knees pretty little piece
Use your mouth to please me
And I might take you for that ride
You seemed inclined to ask me for
Only instead of my bike we'll use me."
11/20/3006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
13. Eating Fruit
Twine a curl around your finger
Pull my lips to yours unravel me
As succinctly as you slice a pear
Count kisses against my eyelids
You unhinge me I am a loose woman
Unable to avoid the lava of your tongue
As you encourage me to undulate unaware
Beneath your focused force that so
Makes me come undone like a apple
Falling unaware from the tree to
your palm where you unite your teeth
Sinking into my flesh in unision
With my uncertain sobbing breath.
12/1/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
14. Blunt Simplicity
I'm gonna render this down
Like tallow to wax for dripping
On my breasts pain recieved
Follow my minimal points
As I simplify this need for you
I will lay myself on your lap
Become a table for your lust
Treat yourself to my beauty
But don't forget to touch.
In case you didn't receive
The premium of my call
Fuck me.
12/16/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
15.Dreaming
I hope you don't mind
but I dreamed of you
curling against my back
sinking teeth into flesh
stealing hand around waist
I hope you don't mind
but I arched against you
moaning into my pillow
thrusting into fingers
stealing soft touches
I hope you don't mind
but I dreamed of you
again.
1/3/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
16. Pillow Dreams
You tell me i should dream
Close my eyes tilt my head
Let the pillow become you
Cradling me on your chest
As I pleasure myself
At your insistent command
And i slick slide my way
Remembering my nipples
Hardening in your mouth
My hips meeting yours
Thrusting until I wept
As your teeth clamped
Using my shoulder
Using my body
Using my heart
To satisfy yourself
And now I can only dream
I can only dream
I can only dream
Until that day that brings
You to me again
I lay back and let
the pillow become you.
1/14/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
17. Butch Tease
Silk slides around her hips
she's a tease
Ankles rest precariously on heels
she's the devil
Can you resist her lips
Do they mock your resolve
To not give into delight
To resist that siren's urge
Does she prod you with a look
Come hither has nothing on her
Does she harass you with kisses
Delight in biting your neck
Bait you with breasts pressed
Into your back as you ignore
This sly woman's pleadings
Slide the silk from my hip
You can tease me
Throw my heels over my head
Be my devil
1/22/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
18. My Heroine
She offered me an anecdote to the common
Passion for polka dots and crockpots
Set her apart like a tomahawk on a submarine
Her passion made her eat alfalfa sprouts
As though she were a serial liver of life
Determined to fathom every corner every twist
Of what life threw as her at if she were a mere
Scold of a woman whose very existence existed
To confuse those poor butches who tried
Like the brave soldiers they were, poor dears
To delineate and define this crazy-assed femme.
4/5/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
19. Sweet Sin
What sweet sin to sit
Holding hands talking in the dark
Fingers measuring each other
As we begin our sharing
What sweet sin to dance
Feet following effortlessly
As you match your body to mine
Whispering of more stories to come
What sweet sweet sin to lie
Curled in your arms
Your lips barely touching me
As we drifted off to sleep
What sin to rise to watch
In the oh-too-early morn
To have you press a kiss to me
As you steal away in the dawn
You are such a sweet sin
Will you come my way once more?
To sit with me, talk with me, lie with me
To contemplate one sweet sin again?
10/22/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
20. Silver Screen Dreams
Boys, you ain't never seen nothing like this
Lawd have mercy what a woman what a broad
Imagine you have her bent over that desk
Like you done seen in them movies some time?
Her dress hitched up revealing that lace
Her hands bound together and tight
That creamy flesh begging for something hard
And this is not the time to stop and ask
Directions better come natural to you now
Not a woman to start with then stop cause you lost
You untie her unsatisfied she'll eat you alive
8/6/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
To vote, just put in the numbers in your reply. Please note that some of these are more than a bit sexual! Many of these are from my 9Words Challenge thread.
1. A Cumquat Riddle
Fortunella was an authentic kind of femme
The one who might dictate and pontificate
To any and all on the badge of honor
Worn by those sacreligious delicious butches
Who understood the true meaning of snorkel
Who didn't dissolve under harsh scrutiny
Whose gender didn't go on hiatus when faced
With the sneering curled upper lips of those
Who thought themselves better simply by
Drinking the fruits of life's vineyard
Rather than working the grapes themselves
So she, with a nod to the heresy she knew
She committed with that final flipped finger
As she slipped her arm firmly through his,asked
If they knew why some sweet cumquats had thorns
5/19/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
2. Discovering Cathay
I wrote you down like Marco Polo
Discovering Cathay's Silk Road
Knowing that if a merchant's son
Could never be forgotten by all
That you might live on as well
Inscribed not on paper vellum thin
Instead my neat precise heart
Etched you into words so that
Like Marco Polo I might never
Lose my way back to you and Cathay
For you are those unknown shores
Where my soul longs to linger
Taking in the sights the sounds
All that is the sum of you
And I know in my deepest self
That if I do not write you down
I will be like the futile Khan
Never conquering the rising sun
6/2/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
3. Damned Mermaids Anyway
That boi remembers that one moment
When he held a mermaid in his arms
Sea breezes still carry her scent
Power punching him to his knees
His fingers tingle with memories
Caresses of soft soft woman's skin
One glance could make him sweat
Still he neglected to prioritize
Her in his life as love concrete
And that slippery bitch of a fish
Left him lonely on his own shores
Reclaiming the salt of her self
Seeking the sweet moisture of home
6/29/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
4. Anita's Song
Tattered guitar playing man
Leans on the wharf holding
Seattle in his back pocket
Some punk's day's been made
Exuberant music reminds us
That for want of love we weep
For the gift of love we laugh
Like some daft savant lover
Phenomenal in his desire
Lacking in his approach
And I want to go with him
Make love on a rocky shore
Let the pain of the granite
Remind me that I am always
Worth waiting for.
8/2/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
5. Prize
I want
to slip to my knees
trace nails up your thighs
slide cotton aside
take hold of my prize
I want
your fists in my hair
your belly quivering
your legs this far apart
as I suckle my prize
I want
hard length in my mouth
swollen flesh pressing
driving down my throat
giving me my prize
I want
to be your torment
tease you into gasps
begging for my mercy
never relinquish my prize
I want
you to press my head
you to thrust those hips
us to find together
that sweet sweet prize
5/9/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
6. Grammar Lessons
Potential like a ripe plantain
Waiting to be sliced and fried
Your smile tempts me though
My forecast stated cloudy
And I am a cat waiting
Sweet cream poured in a saucer
Leave me by your kitchen door
Reward for some feline gymnastics
Last night when you taught me
That my ankles might be siblings
To those wrists you bound
Driving into me until I lost
All reason All knowledge
Until my grasp of grammar
Slipped to just, "Oh God"
5/23/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
7. Breaking Rules
Lay down the law for me, my love
Application will bring education
Some rules were meant to be
Well, not broken so much as,
Taken in synthesis with other
Mentions of literature and law
And your high school English teacher
Still reigned triumphant in
Those darkly rich dreams
Where you have me bent
By a desk ruler applied in kind
And this, sweet professor, is not
The kind of education meant for
Just anyone because only sweet
Cherry red lips above and below
Can handle the full application
Of teacher's sizeable pointer
So break those laws and bend me
Into the woman you need me to be
6/4/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
8. To Go
Wrap me up some butch to go
I don't need chocolate
A little silver is good
I want to sex him up
Let him think me sultry
Assume my elegance is true
Grace me with the pleasure
Of one fine boi smooth man
And I'll trade you succulent
Ripe velvet luscious kisses
If you will just please
Wrap me up some butch to go.
10/26/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9. Mission Missed
I went to Capistrano
Missed the Mission
Dreaming of you
Wanted to feel adobe
Cool thick beneath my palms
Your stone drew me instead
Hot and hard between my thighs
I went to the mission
Missed hearing the bells
Listening for your voice
Wanted to taste sweet orange
Juicy succulent on my lips
But your flesh called me
Tongue slipping inside of me
I went to Capistrano
To see To touch To hear
Mud brick, warm sun sweet man
Your history made me real
11/11/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
10. IF LOVE
If love walked up to you
Grabbed you by the collar
Pulled your mouth down
One long slow soul joining kss
Would you turn your head?
If love offered you the chance
Laid itself out bare open true
Sprawled like a wanton harlot
Needing you Pleading you
Would you close your eyes?
If love begged you for a dance
Waltz with me Whirl with me
Slipping against your skin so slick
Would you just walk away?
If love showed you how to heal
Took you by the hand soft warm
Stole into your heart like a thief
Offering to return all you'd lost
Could you just walk away?
11/11/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11.Requests
At your request my hand folded
Slithered down my chest brushing
my nipples oh so yes there there
as if it were your lips instead
Coiled down my belly soft plump
to spread myself for your delight
My fingers slicked themselves
Slid like otters in the sea
Through the dampness there
At the juncture of your desire
Solid truth throbbed to your tune
As my hand danced between my thighs
At your request my heart yielded
11/16/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
12. Motorcycle Alley
"Miles," he said as he ground out his cigar
in the alley brick next to my head
"My name is Miles and these boots"
he flicked from my peak to the ground
"are going to take you to heaven tonight."
Pausing a moment to take a deep bite
Clamping his hand over my mouth
His hard point grinding into flesh
as the walls began to close around me
"It's simple," he said as he licked at the blood
"You dressed in glittering satin and lace
Hoping to find a butch to tease and play
Instead you've found little old leather guard me."
The snick of the steel blade in his hand
Seemed to suddenly define me.
"Now on your knees pretty little piece
Use your mouth to please me
And I might take you for that ride
You seemed inclined to ask me for
Only instead of my bike we'll use me."
11/20/3006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
13. Eating Fruit
Twine a curl around your finger
Pull my lips to yours unravel me
As succinctly as you slice a pear
Count kisses against my eyelids
You unhinge me I am a loose woman
Unable to avoid the lava of your tongue
As you encourage me to undulate unaware
Beneath your focused force that so
Makes me come undone like a apple
Falling unaware from the tree to
your palm where you unite your teeth
Sinking into my flesh in unision
With my uncertain sobbing breath.
12/1/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
14. Blunt Simplicity
I'm gonna render this down
Like tallow to wax for dripping
On my breasts pain recieved
Follow my minimal points
As I simplify this need for you
I will lay myself on your lap
Become a table for your lust
Treat yourself to my beauty
But don't forget to touch.
In case you didn't receive
The premium of my call
Fuck me.
12/16/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
15.Dreaming
I hope you don't mind
but I dreamed of you
curling against my back
sinking teeth into flesh
stealing hand around waist
I hope you don't mind
but I arched against you
moaning into my pillow
thrusting into fingers
stealing soft touches
I hope you don't mind
but I dreamed of you
again.
1/3/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
16. Pillow Dreams
You tell me i should dream
Close my eyes tilt my head
Let the pillow become you
Cradling me on your chest
As I pleasure myself
At your insistent command
And i slick slide my way
Remembering my nipples
Hardening in your mouth
My hips meeting yours
Thrusting until I wept
As your teeth clamped
Using my shoulder
Using my body
Using my heart
To satisfy yourself
And now I can only dream
I can only dream
I can only dream
Until that day that brings
You to me again
I lay back and let
the pillow become you.
1/14/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
17. Butch Tease
Silk slides around her hips
she's a tease
Ankles rest precariously on heels
she's the devil
Can you resist her lips
Do they mock your resolve
To not give into delight
To resist that siren's urge
Does she prod you with a look
Come hither has nothing on her
Does she harass you with kisses
Delight in biting your neck
Bait you with breasts pressed
Into your back as you ignore
This sly woman's pleadings
Slide the silk from my hip
You can tease me
Throw my heels over my head
Be my devil
1/22/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
18. My Heroine
She offered me an anecdote to the common
Passion for polka dots and crockpots
Set her apart like a tomahawk on a submarine
Her passion made her eat alfalfa sprouts
As though she were a serial liver of life
Determined to fathom every corner every twist
Of what life threw as her at if she were a mere
Scold of a woman whose very existence existed
To confuse those poor butches who tried
Like the brave soldiers they were, poor dears
To delineate and define this crazy-assed femme.
4/5/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
19. Sweet Sin
What sweet sin to sit
Holding hands talking in the dark
Fingers measuring each other
As we begin our sharing
What sweet sin to dance
Feet following effortlessly
As you match your body to mine
Whispering of more stories to come
What sweet sweet sin to lie
Curled in your arms
Your lips barely touching me
As we drifted off to sleep
What sin to rise to watch
In the oh-too-early morn
To have you press a kiss to me
As you steal away in the dawn
You are such a sweet sin
Will you come my way once more?
To sit with me, talk with me, lie with me
To contemplate one sweet sin again?
10/22/2006
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
20. Silver Screen Dreams
Boys, you ain't never seen nothing like this
Lawd have mercy what a woman what a broad
Imagine you have her bent over that desk
Like you done seen in them movies some time?
Her dress hitched up revealing that lace
Her hands bound together and tight
That creamy flesh begging for something hard
And this is not the time to stop and ask
Directions better come natural to you now
Not a woman to start with then stop cause you lost
You untie her unsatisfied she'll eat you alive
8/6/2007
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
To vote, just put in the numbers in your reply. Please note that some of these are more than a bit sexual! Many of these are from my 9Words Challenge thread.