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The theme is Spring.
Rules are: 4 lines per verse, rhyming pattern of aabb ccdd eeff etc.
 
And here is mine.
 
The winter has left us at long last
Days are longer and warming fast
The sun is shining in the sky
No more rain, the days are dry
 
And as I wander to the shops
I get to wear my smaller tops
Much less covering my awesome chest
Everyone drooling at my breasts
 
And in the park on a sunny day
You’ll find me fucking my life away
Getting freaky on the grass
A cock or two buried in my ass

This is more in response to Lexi’s poem than about Spring itself
 
Lexi, you’re right, spring is here
Let’s celebrate, and go for a beer
Or wine, or vodka, maybe rum
And just for Lexi, a pint of cum?
 
Let us toast, welcome the season
We’ll drink and laugh, out in the sun
And maybe watch Lexi embark
On her adventures in the park

Ô Spring, what a beautiful season!
The winter is finished and life goes on.
Waiting for summer to come quickly,
I often sat under a blooming tree.

Spreading my arms, I welcome it,
The spring will arrive in my pit,
Blooming flower will take it all,
The spring making it tall.

The cherries are perfect now,
Not too big, not too small, ready to blow,
They juice as we press them.
Their beauty isn't a dilem'.

Heart pounding as the sunlights are approaching,
I can feel it on my skin, slowly tanning.
This warm hug to me is welcome,
Soon it'll make me cum.

Nice one, Cath! Alrighty then... my turn:

The cold, wet fingers of winter are shrivelling,
New leaves, sunshine and melting snowbanks herald spring
In all its glory. My heart rejoices, for my love
Blossoms with the bright, vernal light shining above.
 
Congealed whiteness yields to the stirrings of new life
Sprouting from the ground in luscious greenery, rife
With colorful buds sheltering nascent flowers.
But all this is naught compared to that charm of hers…
 
Her smile melted the ice gripping my frozen heart
Who’s beating strong again; her loving arms impart
So much warmth and care, my dormant soul awakens
From its wintry slumber and my spirit quickens,
 
Reborn anew. Truly, springtime is in the air;
Gentler sunshine, warmer breeze, weather sweet and fair,
And above all, our love, mi enamorada...
Te quiero para siempre, Amapola.

Slowly expanding, swelling and growing,
Preparing a reaping after the sowing,
Longer and thicker, engorged now full,
A joyous regard, your heart does pull.

Unfolding, unfurling, opening up,
A scent divine inviting sup,
A rush of red, as it is bared
A flash of pink and you are snared.

The heat builds as together they change,
A magical dance, beautiful and strange,
A bright coloured friend joins to send,
The two together, joined in the end.

trying my first poem:

slowly blooming like beautiful flowers
spring is passing by the hours
the smell of spring is so contagious
so we get happy so spontanious

even the bee's are waking up
looking for pollen to pick- up
i hope spring is gonna take much longer
then the flowers get more beautiful and stronger

everyday i go outside
to enjoy the spring and its pride
day by day it will pass by
i really don't want to say goodbye

The blizzard fell and buried me alive.
I would have chewed my arm off to survive
But passers-by responded to my flare
And wryly said I gave them quite a scare.

I spend the next days in recovery
Left mostly to my thoughtful reverie.
Yet in the midst of brooding introspection
I found the fire to fuel my resurrection.

I still can hear that haunting voice so shrill
It cut me to the bone with eldritch chill.
Yet as my strength came back this lich had stole,
A newfound warmth had cauterized my soul.

Someday, I'll see the snow fall once again
And challenge what I struggled to attain.
But now I know if blizzards should arrive,
I will endure them, overcome, and thrive.

It has been nearly a week, and I'm bored, so I'm going to toss another theme out there while we wait for somebody else to think of something. Following on from Lexi's theme, and because I'm a Brit, next up is Weather. Make it abstract though, using weather as a metaphor.


And here is mine:

Removed

Outside it’s raining from the skies
Inside it’s raining from my thighs
Hear the deafening roar of my cries
Like thunder! And see the joy in my eyes!
 
Don’t stop now, don’t block the flow
Let the waters run and flood my meadow
And work your tongue inside my grotto
Don’t slow down now! Up the tempo!
 
The earth quakes!
The ground shakes!
The dam breaks!
My reservoir empties over you.

Dry, parched sand, sun baked and cracked,
A thirst burns though me like a fire,
The first drop hits and the ground sighs,
I tilt my head to drink the sky,
Water falls, thunder all around,
Swallowing I lust for more, opening,
Swirling and dragging the flow starts,
A stream turns to a river where I stand,
The spring flood engulfs me and I dive,
Wanting more, uncaring for breath,
Swallowing the water pulled deeper, drowning
The desert is forgotten in the flow,
I let it take me, this spring flood,
Helpless in its grip, in bliss.