Burning the Nail Poetry Challenge – Poet: Nikki Haze

Welcome, one and all, to a challenge catered to inspire the poet’s heart in each of us.  A poem, any length and style, to be written about the chosen theme: Burning the Nail. So, what the heck does that mean? That is where the fun begins.Red hot nails


Thank you everyone that participated in our poetry challenge.  The submissions were amazingly diverse and deep, taking our theme in so many different ways. We are in awe of all of you.  We thought that perhaps it was time to give everyone a peek behind the curtain and tell you the story behind BURNING THE NAIL.  So, what does it actually mean? We have no idea.  Sheila’s youngest child came up with it.  It was a favorite lyric substitution to many different songs from lullabies to heavy metal.

“I think I heard it sung for a least a week straight, both whispered quietly while playing to singing loudly with the radio in the car.  The more I heard it, the more it called to me.  What could this really mean? ”

So, now you know the truth. The words of a child; molded and shaped into a series of incredible works of poetry.  Isn’t it amazing what such a simple phrase can be transformed into?

Eternally Grateful,

Sheila Hall and Robert Zimmermann 

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Eyes Closed
by Nikki Haze

Eyes closed. My hand follows your words,
over my full breasts, gliding across my stomach.
My pussy is wet, aching.
I spread it open as if to show you.
See how much I want you?

I can make it happen fast,
twisting my clit, fingers thrusting deep.
I don’t want it fast, though.
If you were here, it would be slow…
Wouldn’t it?
Our eyes locked as we made love,
your passion shredding me.

Tears stream down my cheeks onto the bed.
I imagine the weight of your body.

Painfully slow…
Too much
Too good
Too raw.

But I go slow, eyes closed,
tolerating the imagined tenderness of your lips
on my spine,
my shoulder blades.
You hold me in your arms,
enter me from behind.

My room is cool,
but my nipples are hard
because of you;
your poetry,
your friendship,
your loyalty.

These are not my hands
pinching my clit,
grabbing my breasts…
My cunt is pulsing.
Moans fill the empty room.

I’ve never felt so alone.
I’ve never been more consumed.

Through my own lips,
I feel yours,
your breath and mine
picking up as I swallow it down.

Screams fill the air, eyes closed.

Eyes closed

My body shakes,
pleasure slamming through me.
You pull me in closer.
You whisper, but I cannot hear the words.

My body settles. Breathing slows.
I force myself to open my eyes.

Break imageNikki Haze

Nikki Haze is a multi-published erotica author  of over 20 titles.  She write’s about bi-curious and straight characters in decadent situations. Her stories often feature exhibitionism and group sex; usually both at the same time!

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