Category Erotic Poetry
I lust after the geometry of your being,
poised on top of me to explore,
like a birthday present waiting to be
u n w r a p p e d…
I pull you closer to me,
closer than the spaces of our kisses,
defying distance dividing the contours of our flesh
until we become
consumed with the fire void of chaste intentions,
slaves to the urgency of the moment
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
Soft sighs torn from slicked lips.
Watching, waiting,
Tempted, taken,
Anticipation building and threatening
To take over.
Through the windowpane she sees
Two as one.
Needing to write herself in the story,
Not yet done.
We sat in the warm beach sand
Basking in the sun
I sat between your legs
My back pressed against your chest
Your fingers caressed my leg lovingly
And you spoke softly in my ear
I turn to look you in the eyes
As you whisper adoringly, words of love
Our eyes meet in heady passion
And your hand goes to my neck
Bringing me in for a breathtaking kiss
That leaves my toes curling in the sand
We end the kiss with a small laugh
And you smile, dimples gracing your cheeks
I run my hand through your hair
Loving the way you lean into my touch
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
I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.
So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,
Lustily calling out my name with silence.
Your body covered in beads of sweat just waiting to fall.
Calling out just wanting to be touched.
As the water dripped from your muscles the heat became more intense.
Passions were burning like the pits of fire on a cold winters night.
Glances were exchanged with a quick fluttering of the eyes.
