Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 38: (BASH) in the D rhyme line.

It is Wednesday and time for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Déima challenge. Ron said “You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BOUND and Sway). and this Décima Challenge of BASH in the D rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.

The 2 are separate but can be combined if you choose to do so.” I do choose too.

Bound and Sway. Décima.

Bound and tied, I am your plaything.
I am caught in your magic sway.
Your indulgence is all I crave
Play my senses, til my heart sings
Such delight your hands give me wings.
I sway and moan in ecstasy Use me now I’m no longer free
I beg for more, my hopes you dash.
Letting me fall with a loud bash.
You leave me breathless and empty.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 22 (BLEND) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 22 (BLEND) This week, it’s the A rhyme line. I have combined yesterday’s Haiku prompt, cup and sip.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

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You and I, an eclectic blend
Take our essence inhale and sip
Your fingers make my senses flip
Gently aroused my desires bend
To your will, I crave the end
Erotic juices running free
Lips cup places they shouldn’t be
Every inch of our bodies steam
Climaxing as one we both scream
Bodies electric,our souls free.

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 322 Cup&Sip

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Take hold of me now

Cup my delights they are yours

Sip deeply of me.

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The Challenge Words!

Cup&Sip

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Vlad’s Valentine

Vampire is that mess for me

I have a sweet tooth you see

Dear lady, this sweet is for you

Make in Eton, with love true.

Vampire what can I say

A treat for me on Valentine’s Day.

Yes my dear, but it comes with strings.

If you eat it you will grow fangs and wings.

Vampire I think I can live with that

I’ll even consort with your black cat.

Then my lady let’s away

We make spooky love come on lets play.

Scary October 8

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Vampire’s Tale

In the shadows she stands alone

Jealous of those on their way home.

Fingers ripping at her neck,

Slowly her blood drips down her white skin.

Longingly, she weaves her dreams but her hopes wear thin.

Her thoughts full of sin, watching those who who walk in the light.

She wants their bodies she craves their fright

She needs their blood she wants to devour them whole.

Here eyes searching for a victim to steal their soul.

To infect her victim with that to which there is no cure.

She watches him as he walks home from work, clean and pure.

The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.

She aches for him, she burns for him , she must take action.

Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to attract him.

He moves towards her beguiled by her pale skin.

Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cape

Attracted by her jet black eyes not knowing she is fake.

His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to sate.

Come, she whispers licking her lips

He slides his hands along her hips

She acts all soft and coy

Moving her body to his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.

He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way

Unsuspecting he follows her into the alleyway.

From human hustle and lights they move.

The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to hear.

Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.

She lets him slip inside of her. Lights explode in his head.

She lets him reach his highest delight , as her fangs sink in his neck

She sucks him dry and leaves him for dead.

September Music 13

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Yo Yo Ma and Piazzola , Libertango.

My interpretation.

I need to Tango Tango,

I mean the whole fandango.

I need to strut Tango.

I need to step and side step

I need to spin and twirl

I may have body of an older woman but I am still a girl.

I need to meet the eyes of a man. I need him to hold me to him, to move me , he can can can!

I need high heels, and a red dress I want the rush I need the sex I know I will blush blush blush!

I want to Tango Tango

I need to dip and angle

I need to sway, and over, a strong arm to dangle.

I need excitement I need distraction

I really crave satisfaction, action action action!

I need to fondle and be fondled.

I need to excite and be excited OH! I need to Tango Tango

I need to see a man go wild and spin me off my feet.

I need to Tango Tango I want to tell everyone so I shall be sweet.

I need to Tango Tango in a new dress and some spangles!

I need to glide and swirl I need to to pretend and in my head be a dizzy dizzy girl and twirl twirl twirl.

Corvus Nonet.

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Corvus, dark of feather bright of eye

Spread your wings and darken the sky.

You are my lover Raven

I am lost, enslaven

Unholy now am I

Take me I cry

In your wings

To fly

High.

Loveuary Day 22. Lust. RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #137 Sweat&Heat

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Link to Ritu’s post.

Link to rules and prompts

Today  is  Day 22 of  Loveuary   and  as  I  am  so behind  with  posts and  comments I  am  combining   Loveuary   with  Ronovan’s  Haiku poetry Challenge Sweat  and Heat. So  let  me  think  Sweat  and  Heat…. OH!  Yes  today’s  prompt is  LUST!

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #137 Sweat&Heat

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Lust  in  the Kitchen

Kitchen  full of heat

Making your favourite meal

 I sweat to please you

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Passion in  the rain

Passion in the  rain

Heat is  soaring the wet

Special places sweat!

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Flaming Hair

This bright flaming  hair

Is raising  the  heat in here

It’s making me  sweat!

Just Jot It January: Compelled.

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 24th January the  prompt is  Compelled  and it  was suggested  by  me  willowdot21.

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COMPELLED

She had him compelled

She  had  him utterly  and  totally  compelled

Within her hand his  beating heart she  held.

She only  needed  to  look in his  eyes  and he  knew  damn well

He  was  hers, utterly , totally  and  completely  compelled .

 

He abandoned all else , work ,friends, family  cast aside

She  stripped him bare, he had  nothing  left to hide.

He gave her his all, walked on  glass,laid down his life

He’d not leave her side begged her not cause him strife.

 

He was addicted,needy, lusting  for her, under her  spell

No good  for anything  else  he  was completely  compelled.

She  sucked him dry  and used him up.She dragged him  to hell

He was lost, hopelessly  compelled broken and lonely … under her spell.

Compelled

 

 

 

Butterflies of Love

On no man did she depend

Rather to herself true

She turned inward to befriend.

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Tiny butterflies of love

Escape from heaven

Ecstasy pure as  the dove

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Unspoken their lust did rise

Such joy forbidden

Taboos blown to wind and skies