Category Erotic Poetry
This hunger will not tire.
The heart knows all too well,
What the lips ache to tell.
The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.
This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.
Playing with it… consequences are dire.
So when we first spoke and my gaze was magnetic,
I warned you of the danger, but you told me to “forget it.”
When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.
Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.
sends a bolt of lightning through my veins so
powerful even Zeus could not withstand.
Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.
spark of eyes!
You trod all cultures with your classic grace
Of posture, figure, profile
The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
Unspoken message:
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.
slowly, barely touching, warm breath over flesh.
His prolonging became unbearable,
her will weakening, her resolve diminishing.
Slowly, shyly, she opened herself a fraction to him.
He leaned in gently, caring, considerate at first,
not wanting to alarm or frighten, this her first time.
Then he became more insistent, more passionate.
She returned his ardor as he slipped in further,
wrestling together, slipping and sliding,
unrelenting, until she could stand no more.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me.
Remembrance of our lovemaking causes a flush to stain my cheeks.
Gently he tugs at the sheet, his eyes never leaving mine.
The whirring of the fan caresses my breast, hardening the nipple.
His eyes flash mischievously before lowering his head,
the lightness of his tongue dances along my throat,
inching its way closer, my skin tingling with anticipation.
Instead, he throws back the sheet, exposing me completely.
I gasp, try to pull back but he throws it to the floor.
And I fear
That I am yours
As these fingers run through your hair
And I am smitten,
(no, bitten)
And then stricken by the taint
Of your love as it courses through me
With venomous delight.
the tastiest to eat,
because your kisses are as sweet
as nectar.
We are lost in the field,
the tall flowers tickling my body
as I make my way down to the stream.
My dress flowing with the wind,
made from a curtain of silk
that I bought on my trip to the city.
Tonight the crisp air pierced me into excitement,
making it apparent that when I think of you
my body obeys.
As you slam me against the wall
Your lips locked with mine
In a heady kiss
Dripping with lust
And the taste of my desire
My naked body contorts
Against your own pale flesh
Trapped between you and the cold wall
As shivers run down my spine
And your hard prick sinks slowly
Between my legs
I cry out with pleasure
Wanting more
Needing more
Kissing you deeply
You swallow my moan
And make it your own
Unsure of what I wanted, unsure of these feelings.
The appetite began to grow like a raging force
that blinded me with lust
until I could no more.
Until it led me into exploration,
all I wanted was to feel that sensation.
That titillating penetration
that can only come from that one creation.
Statuesque, build with muscles or slender physique
white, milk or dark chocolate, yes they’re all me.
This insatiable appetite can only be fed
by giving in to what my body says.
