Tag Erotica Poetry
Small talk
Just friendly verse
The innocents of it all.
Underneath those
Casual words
Was a volcano of passion
Ready to erupt.
Triggered by
The brush of our arms…
Next thing you knew
Our lips were locked
In a fiery kiss.
It lasted
Twenty minutes
Every second
Pure heaven.
With an animalistic thrust
I pinned you
To the wall
My hand reached
Up your skirt
Letting your panties
Thoughts Flowing Like Water down your back
I want to kiss your neck with shivers
Tightly held, putting you down as you rub my 6pack
Biting your lips as your eyes cross mine and lock
Tongue rubbing down your spine slowly down your thighs
Kissing your feet, fingers scratching down our backs
alone on the shelf
you had an open invitation
to take me at your leisure
to the most desired place
fingers pressed lightly
across alabaster whites
and rose petal pinks..
salacious words driven deep
through the middle,
…………..your favorite part ?
word by word you read my lips
line by line tracing my curves
feeling the fine grain of parchment
where our story lines crossed
exclamations came in high velocity
Latin Legs
She shimmies past on heels that won’t end,
latin legs luring me closer and closer.
The music drifts throughout the club,
the sultry beat matching my heart’s tempo…
She slinks onto the floor, hands on her hips,
pouty lips beckoning to me from afar.
Wild beats and wicked movement,
begging and pleading without a word,
as I sit there, gaze riveted on you,
I cannot break the link between us,
and I don’t even want to.
Latin legs luring me to the end of the line,
as I stand and move closer,
Sinful Erotica by Anna Rose
Wet with anticipation,
As my mind loses control
And every nerve starts to shake
With excitement.
Your breasts against my own,
Taking the lead,
The conductor of my soul’s band
As my heart races, beating faster.
Dominate me,
Make me fall into your deep desire.
A passionate embrace of tenderness
tasting the salt as my lips become wet,
amidst the heat waves in our winter skies,
confused beings unseasonably counting the flies.
hungry for a meaning,
thirsty for a greeting,
chaos in all we know,
up as well as below.
another drop drips from the flesh,
another lust filled tear shamefully undressed,
spirit empathy to a soulful depress,
these clock-less moments ticking to regret.
2 hands in a circle & around they go,
2 hands stuck in a repetitious flow.
“Don’t move,” you tell me with an air of command.
My mind struggles, my arms above my head,
held there simply by the strength of my…well, his will.
I feel a soft breeze in through the window,
the dark scent of rain fills my mind, excites me.
I glance down my body, to see you at the foot of the bed,
you’ll appreciate the pale flesh and white silk panties
just as you requested, all else bare to your gaze.
At the look in your eyes, a strangled sound escapes my lips.
Your hands find my ankles, holding them like manacles,
the heat of your touch searing through my skin,
tightening places that you haven’t even touched yet.
You are so strong, I can feel your strength as you hold me,
your fingers tightening around my ankles, holding me as you’d have me,
your hands pulling my legs apart, farther and farther,
