LET'S TAKE A LONG WALK!

Literally let's take a long walk around park after dark!

Those words from Jill Scott who is a talented song writer and singer.  She embodys true poetics in so many ways.  Her delivery is strong, open, and natural.

As you listen to her song, think about what you would like to embody in your writing.  Think about every aspects of the story and pen it to the fullest.  Dig deep inside your creative soul and take it to the next level.

In the words of Jill Scott; "let's take a long walk around the park after dark."




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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! MUSIC PLAY: "Indian Summer!"

INDIAN SUMMER BY: Chris Botti

Enjoy!




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WRITING SEXY STORIES!

The art of wrting sexy stories can be tricky, but can be done in a professional and fun way.

First, you have to decide if it's the type of story you want to create and produce fully.

Second; getting yourself in the mindset of story is key.  Everything from the characters, the names, what they look like, what they act like, what they sound like, how their body parts look, where the trist may take place, if there are birds singing or a wolf howling in the background, how they move when their making love, how they kiss, and finally to how the story may end or not end is important.

Third, as you put all of that together, think about your wording and how you put your sentences together to make the story come a live. Think about your description of many things in your sexy story, because it makes all the difference to your reader.

Finally, don't forget to have fun and be adventurous when creating your sexy story.

Remember, when you have fun writing it, your potential readers will have fun reading it.


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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! POETRY PLAY: Again and Again and Again!

AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN BY: Anne Sexton

You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! WORD PLAY: Vibrate!

Tonight's spicy and flirty word is "vibrate."

When I think of this delicious word it definitely brings a feeling so yummy and so mesmerizing, that it takes your thoughts and your heart beat to another level.

This word is all about the "thump" or the "bump" to be exact. Hearing something vibrate is like a mystical evolution that conjures up little thoughts that float down your brainstem, to the tips of your fingers.

It's a natural sound of all things we hear, see, taste, smell and touch.

Remember when using the word vibrate in your writing, think of those natural things that you tend to ignore. Walk outside and have a conversation with nature to understand what this word is all about. Then use it in your writing and explore it to the literary fullest.


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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! POETRY PLAY: I Wondered Lonely As A Cloud!

I WONDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD BY: William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! POETRY PLAY: To A Stranger!

TO A STRANGER BY: Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine
only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.


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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: To A Cabaret Dancer!

TO A CABARET DANCER BY: Djuna Barnes

A THOUSAND lights had smitten her
       Into this thing;
Life had taken her and given her
        One place to sing.

She came with laughter wide and calm;
        And splendid grace;
And looked between the lights and wine
        For one fine face.

And found life only passion wide
        ’Twixt mouth and wine.
She ceased to search, and growing wise
        Became less fine.

Yet some wondrous thing within the mess
        Was held in check:— Was missing as she groped and clung
        About his neck.

One master chord we couldn't sound
        For lost the keys,
Yet she hinted of it as she sang
        Between our knees.

We watched her come with subtle fire
        And learned feet,
Stumbling among the lustful drunk
        Yet somehow sweet.

We saw the crimson leave her cheeks
        Flame in her eyes;
For when a woman lives in awful haste
        A woman dies.

The jests that lit our hours by night
        And made them gay,
Soiled a sweet and ignorant soul
        And fouled its play.

Barriers and heart both broken—dust
        Beneath her feet.
You've passed her forty times and sneered
        Out in the street.

A thousand jibes had driven her
        To this at last;
Till the ruined crimson of her lips
        Grew vague and vast.

Until her songless soul admits
        Time comes to kill;
You pay her price and wonder why
        You need her still.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Seen From The "L" !

SEEN FROM THE "L" BY: Djuna Barnes

So she stands—nude—stretching dully
Two amber combs loll through her hair
A vague molested carpet pitches
Down the dusty length of stair.
She does not see, she does not care
It’s always there.

The frail mosaic on her window
Facing starkly toward the street
Is scribbled there by tipsy sparrows—
Etched there with their rocking feet.
Is fashioned too, by every beat
       Of shirt and sheet.

Sill her clothing is less risky
Than her body in its prime,
They are chain-stitched and so is she
Chain-stitched to her soul for time.
Ravelling grandly into vice
Dropping crooked into rhyme.
Slipping through the stitch of virtue,
       Into crime.

Though her lips are vague as fancy
In her youth—
They bloom vivid and repulsive
As the truth.
Even vases in the making
       Are uncouth.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! PoetryPlay: Laughter!

LAUGHTER BY: Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
 

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon!

CARNAL APPLE, WOMAN FILLED, BURNING MOON BY: Pablo Neruda

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Harlem Wine!

HARLEM WINE BY: Countee Cullen

This is not water running here,
These thick rebellious streams
That hurtle flesh and bone past fear
Down alleyways of dreams

This is a wine that must flow on
Not caring how or where
So it has ways to flow upon
Where song is in the air.

So it can woo an artful flute
With loose elastic lips
Its measurements of joy compute
With blithe, ecstatic hips.

 






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