IMPRESSED

Man, you strike my fancy,
make wishes .... then come true.
Speak words of gentle exstacy,
then darker feelings too.
I long to touch your face, babe!
to pull you to my side;
seek kisses and seek touching....
and thrusting deep inside!
You challenge and you soothe me,
you pull me to your chest ..
I feel your strength and heartbeat
and I must say ..... I'm impressed!

~ fzzy ~ and so am I. Thanks for adding to the thread. :)

NOT AGAIN!

My heart is on fire
My body burns with desire,
for you.

Need nearly overtakes caution
Craving the heat and passion,
with you.

Nearly crazy with need
Willing to risk everything,
for you.

Plans made, plans changed
disappointment once again,
for us.

Frustration overwhelms
How much longer can we wait
for us?

DECISIONS

I shower and prepare myself for you
Anticipating tomorrow
I sleep restlessly,
dreaming of the pleasures in store.
(Can I possibly need you more?)

I awake lighthearted and eager.
Choosing my clothes to accomodate your touch.
(I want you so much!)

On my way to you,
My body already displaying telltale signs.
Just a few more miles - I'm nearly there!
(Oh! The pleasure we'll share!)

My phone rings,
My heart leaps to hear your voice!
OH NO! A change in plans, another opportunity wasted!
(My disappointment so bitter I can taste it!)

So often our plans have gone wrong.
Is my love strong enough to endure?
My feelings and emotions fight an internal war
(What do I torture myself like this for?)

Can I, should I go on?
How much more must we tolerate?
Will we ever be able to fully and completely love each other?
(I can't wait much longer, my dearest lover!)

A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire

No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regrets

Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime

Tomorrow bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames

Erotic Poetry Thread....Please Join
 

Click of Heels.

The Click of Heels
coming near
coming near
coming near
The whip cracked
I give a gasp
the rules now broken
I closed my eyes

The click of heels
walking away
walking away
walking away
I stayed on my knees
Knowing what would come
I waited
Breathing slow

The click of heels
coming near
coming near
coming near
Glove covered hand rubbing
gentle touch on my ass
the other not so gentle
gags my mouth tightly

The click of heels
walking away
walking away
Still I don't move.

Melt.

Our tongues meet in the heat
Her mouth moans into mine
The explosion in her begins
I follow it to the world of bliss

Haikus are generally about nature. There is nothing more natural than sex.




breathlessly I wait,
grinding, writhing, ceases now
thrusting, he fills me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

my flesh on fire
his touches rough and intense
leaving fingerprints

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ecstasy unleashed
slick, wet, juices running hot
his finger dips in

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

his cock erupting
hot spunk spewing in a stream
he cums on my face

More haiku :)

Cum gushing from cock,
Suddenly the door opens.
Fuck it! I've been caught!

In days of olde,
When knights were bold,
And *safes* were not invented;
They'd put a sock,
Upon their cock,
And Children were prevented.

After last night
I awoke this morn
Thinking of you
And watched more porn.

slithering snake-like
leaving a dampened trail
your tongue dipping in
leaving me feeling frail

moaning gently
rocking my hips
you on your knees
licking my lips

Timing


no face seen
you pull me in
a kiss so deep
your cock between
thighs spread wide
panties aside
a furious fuck


The pressure gone
a sigh ensues
a deeper kiss
this time diffused
time goes on

Leaning down,
I love to lick,
To let it happen
To my fair chick.

Then, past the lips,
Into my hon ...
Slippin' n' sliddin'
Until I cum.

The smack on the skin
the redness that grows
the light touch of lips
the sighs from within

His skin felt electric,
His feelings intense,
She was so delightful,
No sign of pretense.

They held each other,
Their passion was done,
Skin touching skin,
Moistened with cum.

who's on top?

spank me
tie me
gag me
bind me

lick me
swat me
kiss me
find me

spin me
hang me
pinch me
wind me

fuck me
pound me
love me
mind me;)

His number one girl

Moving slow into His dream
her head bowed low in a silver beam.
So soft upon her skin so fair
Light falls to show her beauty rare.
Wide eyes of jade and skin so tender
Her collar shines in her surrender.

If Venus e’er did offer prayer
‘Twas for her breasts and silken hair.
Slave bells whisper with each touch
Yearning bodies ache so much.
Stretching fingers along the ivory skin
The scent of her invades within.

she offers herself as He stirs to her call.
He wants her now, He wants her all.
The sway of tigress in her hips
As her name adorns His parted lips;
Echoes of the word fills their space.
she worships His strength He worships her grace.

Where there’s a rose, so there’s a thorn
What is now complete can also be torn.
Together T/they share a oneness, a whole
Together T/they share a kindred soul.

I feel warm breath upon my skin
the touch of hard and calloused hands
the tender drag of fingertips
caress me, and my soul attends
I lean to him, rejoice and smile
in every thoughtful gesture now
He traces down my back and out
until I cry for so much more.

Making The Bed.
 

His shape remains among the rumpled sheets.
My hands smooth out his legs.
I feel his warmth still.
The pillow held his head,
Holds it still, in form.

Bending to the tousled white,
I breathe in our night’s love.
Passion relived – a rush of desire.
Too long to long.

We were wedded in our bed,
Joined,
A single goal.
Moving as one, we sighed,
Sighs became moans
And – later – cries.

After
He rolled aside.
And we lay,
Smiling at the ceiling.

The Master.
 

i met him at a party
and listened as He spoke.
His eyes met mine for seconds
and the spell could not be broke.
Timid, i approached Him,
not sure what to say.
He held His palm out to me
and looked the other way.

He told me not to join Him,
He warned me of the pain.
He said i couldn't take it,
that i would just complain.
When i refused to let go,
insisting i could cope,
He then agreed to guide me,
to show me every rope.

He wrapped me in His knowledge.
He taught me all He knew.
He led me forward gently
and watched me as i grew.

The night i learned "The Lesson"
that only He could teach
the pain was liberating,
a height He helped me reach.
my bonds were rough, not silken,
as i had often read,
and He was harsh, not tender
when He led me to His bed.

i, loving, did His bidding,
making each requirement real.
He took this love, He used it
And taught me how to feel.

To be so loved and loving,
so open and aware,
to trust and understand Him
and this passion that W/w e share
is all i ever wanted
When i stood before Him there.

She wonders . . .who can it be?
This one nestled at her feet.
The warmth of his touch,
Her heart skips a beat.

Her desire is full,
Temptation is found,
The beat of her heart,
Silence is the only sound.

But who can it be?
Her comprehension a fog.
Why, it's just me . . .
"Rex the Wonder Dog"

Your caress is heaven,
My ectsacy rises high,
Arrousal is its own reward,
My passion cannot lie.

I long for your affection,
My desire can know no bounds,
My leg begins to shake,
but then . . thats common in hounds.

My head it swims,
My mind in a fog,
Oh pet me sweet lady,
I'm Rex the Wonder Dog.

~ Sugarsprinkles ~
~ Max_theHitMan ~
~ RexThePooch ~

Thank guys for adding your touch to this thread :)

Best
 

Best

In the beginning
she liked it best by candlelight
or fire glow,
subdued lights to mask
her imaginary flaws.

Tenderly
he taught her that
to see love,
with all its imperfections,
is as vital
as the making thereof.

Then she learnt to like it best
in sunlight, in deep grass
by slow rivers,
his hands flowing over her body
like the river
breaching its banks.
In the lazy rumpled bed,
morning sun smoothing the sheets
as he stretched towards her,
reaching for her love.
And in the night-wrapped garden
to a cricket chorus
where he took her on her knees.


Later, as they aged
it was best unplanned.
Best when he greeted her
unexpectedly rampant,
proud, smiling his familiar smile.
and she would be his once more.
His best girl.

~ Chloe ~ Thank you for your latest and earlier contributions to this thread. :)

Fragile

Here on this starry night
Where we lay under the moonlight,
Young love entwining for the first time
You've been with many but tonight your only mine.

For me, it's a new path I'm taking
A road where I know my heart might be breaking.
Your fingertips gently glide over my skin
I begin to indulge myself in your delightful sin.

My body shivers with ecstasy
As your kisses spellbind me.
Between my thighs begins to feel like rain
As you get me ready for this pleasureful pain.

A shuddering breath eases out of me
As I begin to discover more of your body.
A glimpse of your masculinity makes me senseless
My innocence is slowly fading, I'm so defenseless.

You go gently diving between my thighs
While the peaks of my breasts rise,
My heart races never knowing such pleasure
Your lips slowly explore my treasure.

My body shakes madly
As you find my vulnerability.
A rush of heat flows expands all through me leaving me in complete bliss
You come back to me letting me taste my femininity in your kiss.

Feeling dismayed about the next move, I wait for you.
You calmly let my innocent body encounter something new.
I feel my fragile body being broken as inside me your love pours.
Yes, tonight I'm all yours.

Rain

I can hear the rain outside trickling down my window
While my fingers drown in my own private
Stream of water.

It was just last night that you were here with me
When our bodies became one and I
Lost myself with you.

Your taste still lingers in my mouth
And your touch still burns on my skin.
You've left this morning
You've left me aching for more of you.

I find myself thinking of you
More than I ever though I would.
You have such a hold on me
I'd be willing to please you for eternity.

I treasure each of your kisses
And hate the feeling of being alone
Since all I can do is touch myself
And silently wish that you would be inside of me

I run my hands across my breasts remembering
The way you did it last night.
I feel fire between my thighs
Once again with you on my mind.

I have to finish this pleasure at once.
I can't keep it locked up any longer
Otherwise I'll explode with heartache.

I reach the level of satisfaction for the moment.
And my heart flutters with excitement, knowing soon
I'll be able to have you again,
Knowing I can never get enough of you
Being so in love with you.

Jessy19~ those were lovely and capture feelings most everyone can understand yet find hard to explain~beautiful!

All I can say is "absolutely wow!" I completely understand.

~ Jessy19 ~ thank you for your additions, you have touched a few nerves with your words. :)

I posted this in General sex talk, cuz I didn't realize there was one for erotic poetry...thanks to Lilith ( I BELIEVE, I'm knew here, so don't kill me if I got your name wrong..LOL ) she told me to post my poem here....this is my first attempt at an erotic poem..they're usually mushy...LOL..let me know what you think

what I like about sex

if you ask me, I must confess, there's so many things I like about sex.
the one man I'll let have his way, must be really good at foreplay
I love the feel of skin on skin, the anticipation of it sliding in
the gentle kiss, tender caress, the feeling of his warm soft breath
the crumpled sheets, our bodies entwined, the weight of your body laying on mine
after we do that for awhile, you flip me over and go doggy style
you lean over so I can hear, your grunts and soft moans caressing my ear
just when I think I can't take anymore, you turn me on my side and off of all fours
our sweat mingling, bodies getting weak and then we fall into a heap
lying there basking in the afterglow, we don't say a word, but we both know
we may be tired and physically spent, but given the chance, we'd do it all over again

new erotic poem (not sure if anybody even read my last one)
 

your ran your fingers down my tan, but naked side
As I gazed intently in your crystal ice blue eyes
You traced your fingers gently across my neck and face
then you bent to kiss me and fell into my embrace
As I'm still tasting your last daparting kiss
you placed your fingers soflty on my wet and quivering lips
then you started caressing the inside of my thighs
and you began undressing; letting out contented sighs.
I'm lying there waiting for you to enter in.
I lightly started quaking when you gave me the full 10.
Our bodies moved as one, what beautiful music we made,
then you're ready to come, you pulled my hair and pounded away.
your body engulfing mine was the last thing that I saw,
cuz I almost passed out from being fucked so raw.

The Female Orgasm

A knot,
a kernel of excitement spreads
outward.
Sensations spiralling
From the centre.
A growing of intensity.

One finger caresses the centre
That rises to kiss the tip.
Twin sister also hardens
Unbidden.

Blossoming as if in slow-mo,
sending showers of sparks,
Streams of spores,
Flooding every fibre.
Involuntary
Muscles twang, back arcs,
Neck chorded.

It is I, I am me......
Now
The tide turns
All sensations focus
On what's inside
What's held there
Squeezed in uncontrollable pulses.
Behind closed lids
Fireworks.

One more ~
 

The Rape

Awake!
Pulled roughly from deep pools of sleep
Gasping as if drowned.

Nerves twang,
And strain for some familiar voice
Who holds me here,
Smells this way?

Eyes wide open and dry as sand.
No light.
To see who gropes,
Who violates.

Rough hands pull up and out.
Strong legs force thighs wide.
Against
All will.
Hard mouth to stifle hope


Pain,
Unfair brutality,
Seers breast and cunt alike.
Sharp
Teeth bite tender nipples,
Hands tear flesh and hair.

Oh! Where is help?
This cowardly warrior wields his weapon
Invades.
Sliding into softness
Which would so welcome a gentler lover
Has done,
Often.

Ragged, raging breath
Hot.
Furious, hateful words spat like venom.
Weight...
Wait!
Shuddering pressure.
Warm wetness, could be blood
Hands gripped still

Still.

Then
Sobbing silence.........

Vacant

His absence sears a well into my heart
That can only be filled by his return.

Subconscious waiting
Active
Busy
Preoccupied even
But waiting none-the-less.

Aching for a word
A touch
His smile
To be lost
In his just being near.

The well deepens, filled with tears and longing
Salty, bittersweet, yearning, empty, vacant.

Sonnet
 

The poem and drawing were inspired very recently and belong as a pair.


Deep within her core primal urging stirs
Lust of woman burns as all consuming fire.
Through fantasy when clad in silk or furs
She has the release, to take her essence higher.
The hand that traces paths o'er rounded breasts
Seeks the depth between her moistened thighs.
Her fingers part her folds, as invited guests.
Her tempo is slow yet starts to rise.
With each new stroke, ragged breath and low moan calls.
A digit deep, the secret site , throbbing heightened state,
Pressing hard upon her bud, rubs long on slickened walls,
Her mind harbours visions of a lusting mate.
She comes, she comes, her arch, her cry, ferocity
She comes, she comes, her pleasure, profound intensity

Lovely~ I can almost hear her gasping, imagine her writhing, and calling out;)

~ wnemedineme69me ~

thanks for sharing and nice word images. :)

~ Chloe ~

Both poems stiring deeper thoughts. Breath takingly so. :)

~ Glyndwr ~

Your artwork? umm nice and the words...... ummm :)

~ Lilith ~

He will return...... :)

Thanks again to all who keep contributing to this thread.