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The Porch Swing (in limerick form) - nolie - 09-28-2017
So to backtrack a bit: I wrote this for a girl in the game. We started a roleplay scenario but were abruptly interrupted midway through. About a week passed and neither of us found ourselves online together for any length of time (busy week). I decided to complete the scenario instead in story form and send it to her. However, while browsing the Creative forum I came upon the "The Challenge" thread where the latest rules required an entry in limerick form. It inspired me to re-write "The Porch Swing" into limerick form. This is the result.
We rock on the wooden porch swing
our bodies touch, skin against skin
A breeze gently blows
and eyes slowly close
a dream is about to begin
My eyes open slowly to you
the ocean is deep crystal blue
We walk on the sand
us two, hand in hand
our fingers entwined as we do
The sand is a shimmering sight
the fish in the water so bright
I give you a flower
its petals a shower
of delicate purple on white
The flower you place in your hair
but not before kissing me where
my breath starts and ends
as time stops and bends
I'm lost in your intimate stare
The magic, abruptly it shatters
from behind a voice loudly chastises
come back, don't delay
you're too far away
your freedom is nearly in tatters
Our passion is quenched like a dam
this dystopian world is a sham
with complete supervision
our lives are a prison
in their shiny utopian glam
You pull me up close with a pout
stroking my finger in doubt
as your hand wraps around
a wordless thought sounds
between us as loud as a shout
Sometimes the only endeavour
that people take note of together
is silent in words
a protest in verbs
a blaring and visible venture
Your earlobe my mouth gently tugs
as we turn and walk back to the huts
darkness is falling
outside people sitting
in silent small groups decorous
The sides of the hut made of thatch
with gaps letting those outside watch
no walls to protect
no privacy kept
the rebels they easily catch
The floor in the hut, strangely supple
like cushions absorbing a stumble
as if you would fall
it would hurt not at all
but catch you, and ever so gentle
You're wearing a sultry sarong
a flimsy cloth bra and a thong
the flower in your hair
I can't help but stare
it's perfect, but ever so wrong
I pull you towards me and kiss
your lips as time flickers and skips
the moment stands still
between us, a thrill
of what is about to progress
You push me back up to the wall
the sarong you let sensually fall
you step from your thong
hips sway to a song
that reverberates deep in your soul
Your hands find their way to my thighs
my stomach it flutters and sighs
I feel your tongue lick
my navel and dick
my shorts bulge in front from the size
Your tongue zigzags up to my chest
your fingernails follow in zest
my nipples erect
you suck them intent
on giving the viewers your best
You wrap your arms close around my neck
I lift you to rest on my cock
my shorts are pushed down
your legs wrap around
Our love meets: a wet sounding smack
My hands lift your ass just a bit
my cock slides in quick, just the tip
we kiss and caress
you grind and I press
you closer and deeper with it
In between breaths, little moans
we're heavily breathing in tones
of ravishing bliss
that no one could miss
if all they could see were our toes
Time fuzzes again all around
this moment we're both on the ground
you lay underneath
my cock in you sheathed
You're holding me steady and sound
Your skin slick and wet with our sweat
our bodies entwined in duet
beads of our sin
drip slow down the skin
our fire and passion intent
We hear soft the sound of a gasp
our minders are staring aghast
but they're not alone
for crowding our home
are hundreds of faces en masse
Our eyes meet, your soul looks at me
I softly brush hair from your cheek
our venture has won
the protest a song
that always will play and be free
It's then that we shudder together
I pulse in you making you quiver
our loving drips down
and pools on the ground
with tremors that go on forever
Slowly the shudders subside
the flower floats down to your side
relaxed and renewed
our audience subdued
we bask in each other's sublime
We lay there, it feels like we're floating
you notice that people are nearing
the time flickers strange
it fuzzes and fades
around us a mist starts enclosing
Raindrops fall soft on my face
a delicate drizzle from space
I open my eyes
and yawn in surprise
the memory flows back in a daze
I tell you I dreamed in the night
You snuggle up close with a sigh
the strangest of dreams
as real as it seems
yes, you reply, so did I
RE: The Porch Swing (in limerick form) - Zephyr - 09-28-2017
Oh, so this is the thread that you have been posting 20 posts for. Hope people like it.
RE: The Porch Swing (in limerick form) - nolie - 09-28-2017
I submitted 20 posts to be able to create my own threads in the "Creative writing" forum, yes.
RE: The Porch Swing (in limerick form) - Simple Tania - 09-29-2017
OMG, You're amazing Nolie, loved it so much that i have goosebumps all over, surprisingly fresh, sweet, tender, romantic, and so on, and so on, you've in me a fan!
kisses and hugs