First Touch (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

 

First Touch, sexy poetry

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by DsubVerse on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I want to bury
my face in
your warm, soft
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I devour.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

While daydreaming, soft, warm skin that never sees the sun came to me. I started writing it into a poem, then went to check for any prompts to add to it. With the first touch fit well.

the soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
[something]
with the
first touch

Going back, it was easy to add an opening, converting the to your.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
[something]
with the
first touch

When thinking of the something, I decided to switch it up.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you…

What would he do? Respond. But that’s too generic. Get hard but that’s too obvious. Also, I like ambiguity and I want the poem to work for all genders.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I …

Eat? haha Inhale? Devour. Yes, that. Also, I keep wanting to read warm, soft instead of soft, warm so I switch it.

I want to bury
my face in
your warm, soft
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I devour.

Guide* (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

guide poem by Greta Stone D/s Dom sub

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

Absorbed
in you
I am blind
to the world,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

I want it to be about the absolute trust a sub has for her Dom, that he knows her 100%, what she can handle and what she needs.

[blindfolded/dark]
your voice
my guide

I don’t necessarily want a literal blindfold, but a conscious one, like when the whole world is shut off except his touch at the moment.

Oblivious,
the world
reduced
to your touch,
I am blind,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

I can’t have touch twice.

Oblivious,
the world
reduced
to you,
I am blind,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

The opening is a bit stuttery and I don’t think it’s portraying the message I intend. Oblivious can be taken in a negative way but I don’t mean for it to be.

Absorbed
in you
I am blind
to the world,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

Surge (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

Surge - Poem by Greta Stone

 

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. This was my most popular poem for the second half of May. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I curb you
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

What comes to me right away is:

a tidal surge of love

Totally cliche but I plan to fix that.

[does something endearing]
[which leads to]
a tidal surge of love

Or what if I’m fighting love, putting up walls, and it overcomes me. I like that better.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of love
engulfs me

Love is really irritating me. Way TF too cliche. Lust? Meh, we’ll see. I use that a lot.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of lust
engulfs me

I do some thesaurus searching on resist which leads to curb.

I curb my
[feelings for you]
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
[and I cave/indulge?]

Thesaurus: feelings attraction appeal advances. I’ve come full circle to my earlier word.

I curb your
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

Meh. It’ll do. I’m tired today.

Funny that you all loved it so much on Twitter. I ❤ my fans.

Liquid (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

 

Liquid - Poem by Greta Stone

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and storm
when I
fail to
contain it.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

For some reason this popped into my head as soon as I read the prompt.

your liquid heart

When I think of liquid, I think of how it fills whatever shape of the container it’s in. A heart that molds to its surroundings could either be a good thing (stronger, more adaptable, harder to break) or a bad thing (constantly changing, unpredictable, following trends.) A lot of my poetry this year has been positive (mostly sex-positive but still positive haha.) It’s raining today. And will be for like a week. So I’m feeling the negative. Gonna go with it.

So I’m about to rip into this someone with a liquid heart. I have to figure out how I play into the scenario. Maybe I want the heart to mold to me and stay. Maybe I’m the caregiver/enabler for a friend or romantic interest who constantly changes their mind, loves unpredictably, and finds themselves without “a container.” Maybe it’s my own damn heart I can’t get control of. *ponders*

*still pondering*

Well, the first “maybe” is a bit cliche. So that one’s out. Actually, any of them could be cliche, depending on how I write them. I’m leaning toward the caregiver/enabler route because that is totally me. Pouring doesn’t really work here. Melting just came to me. A melting heart is a bit cliche too but I’m going to go with it and hope I can bring my own spin.

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and cry
when I
fail to
contain it.

…the hell did that come from? haha Kinda felt like I went in a different direction there but it literally just poured out of me like that. (See what I did there?)

I’m also pleased with the ambiguity of the relationship. You know how much I like ambiguity in poetry. ^_____^ 

The weak spot in the poem is cry. I want to find something better. I head over to the thesaurus. I come back with lament. But I’m not sure it’s strong enough. And I’m not sure whether I want that grievance aimed inward or at me. Lament is an inward anger, regret for personal action taken. I think I want the anger aimed at me. More like blame. I search the thesaurus for blame, accuse, scoff and land on scorn. Yes! That’s it.

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and scorn
when I
fail to
contain it.

I’m not sure if I want a me after scorn but I decide against it. Then a friend recommended storm and it really brought the whole thing together.

Hunger (Behind-The-Scenes)

Hunger a poem by Greta Stone

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I disintegrate
into the
sheets,
lids heavy,
head
spinning,
faint with
hunger
for you

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

A fan requested a look inside my writing process. Others concurred. I thank you for your interest and present this stream of conscious look at how I wrote Hunger.

I started with:

faint with
hunger
for you

Then I went back to fill in actions that would demonstrate this concept.

I recline
lids heavy

I wanted something after that to segue into faint. To me, it was that dizzy feeling which works on a romantic level as much as a scientific level.

I recline
lids heavy
head dizzy
faint with
hunger
for you

I didn’t like dizzy and faint together. They were too similar. So I found a replacement for dizzy.

I recline
lids heavy
head
spinning
faint with
hunger
for you

Almost there. But I didn’t love recline. It was too precise and held little emotion. So I searched for a replacement. Disintegrate felt right. But just I disintegrate felt unfinished. So I added the sheets.

I disintegrate
into the
sheets,
lids heavy,
head
spinning,
faint with
hunger
for you

Acquiesce

I’m drawing hearts
in my doodles
when I’ve always
hated hearts,
wearing pink
when black’s
more my color,
answering to
cutie pie
when it used
to be demeaning,
and forfeiting a
night out
for a night of
cuddling on the couch.
Like an ooey gooey
marshmallow
melting in a
steaming bath
of chocolate
I surrender to you.

 

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Epitome

You defy
everything I know
all I’ve learned
all that’s hurt me
you’ve loved me
patiently
conditioning me
to selflessness
spoiling me with
attentiveness
as I lie
in your arms
the safest place
I’ve been
a place I only
thought I’d
been before
I find myself
grasping at air
attempting to
secure a firm grip
as you turn my
world upside down

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