Feb. Wk 3 Art Challenge - Valentine 2011

[Ubique]

this challenge is open to any typical form of art or expression, including 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories.

Valentine's Day! a poem to your lover proclaiming your secret desires! a card with artwork on it to share with that special someone. a sexy moment stolen from an elegant but seductive masquerade ball... how will you show off your V-day inspiration?

[Ubique]

[Stormbringer]

Putting the romance back into Valentines Day!

[Ehlanna]

A belated entry ...

[Taurn]

A little late I'm afraid but here it is.


Love

Love the emotion that separates man from animal or so we are told. Some of us will search our whole life trying to find that special someone; others will fall in and out of love over and over; and still others will settle for someone that is not their true love. What does love feel like? That answer changes with each person and with the wisdom gained as we age, for the love of a boy is not the same as the love of a grown man. If we should find love late in life, we may be hesitant to act on it, years of disappointment making us cautious. We should not hesitate thou but seize the moment, for love is a rare and special thing, no matter when it finds us.

[Ubique]

i knew i waited for the next challenge for SOME reason! thanks for that contribution!

[mozenwrathe]

*There are some that insist the dark elves and ogres know nothing of the word "love." Completely and utterly untrue. It is simply that within the dark elven society, love tends to be used as a weapon to get something from another unsuspecting House more often than not. In short, they use it the same way that noble families of the high humans have been for centuries. They have just raised it to an art form and alchemy. Or so they will tell you. As for ogres, well... let us say that when they believe in "tough love," they really and definitely mean it.*

If This Declaration Is Correct
by Ruidyynäh, dancer and collector of... stuff

upon my hands and knees I wait
presented toward the door with grin
knowing those two whom I care for
will be entering first this room we share
and then me if all hopes and dreams
within this heart of mine are right

do I know my ways are almost wanton
embracing the carnal with open arms
but for them do I know nothing but joy
as my heart soars with their hands on me
teeth against my skin causing me to flush
moaning softly into their strong caresses

are they different like rain and snow
one so good at holding her emotions in
until she feels all is in readiness to explode
and then like her hair is she fire and wind
engulfing me as would true conflagration
causing my senses to feel naught but her
even in the open air of winter's embrace

the other so used to be loved and lost
thrown about on the oceans of desire itself
cast away by fated folly until she met us
unused to knowing the stability of wonder
is she more the raging river over boulders
her heart stronger than any sword forged
yet pummeled by those who should have cherish

into the room they both now enter
each back from separate needs and wants
accomplishing little yet saying so much
until my pert behind wiggles at them merrily
my sex dripping without being touched
as thoughts of them together cause me to pant
and my whispers unbidden are said aloud
wanting if not needing them both here

do I hear the door close and lock quietly
chair being slid over to block it as well
with two voices in unison singing lowly
praises of my darkened skin and sex
as four hands and two hearts press against
lips caress my throat and cheeks
telling me that my loves have returned
and this day shall be better than any before