Erotic Poetry
 

With so many erotic story postings, I thought that perhaps we could have a one just for poetry. So with this in mind, I am re-posting one of mine and hope that others will join this thread. :)

Erotica
 

I woke early this morning to find
you were a dream of the erotic kind.
We held each other in a tight embrace
you lay next to me face to face.
I whispered sweet nothing in your ear
you drew me to you ever nearer.
I kissed your neck and licked your lips
you opened your mouth accepting the kiss.
As our tongues touched and we soared higher
you moaned and moved as though on fire.
Tracing lines on your arms and legs
you pulled me closer to your breasts.
Taking each nipple between my lips
you began to sway and move your hips.
I started kissing and licking lower and lower
you trembled and shook like a blossoming flower.
My lips wandered over your soft thighs
you parted your legs to reveal a surprise.
A trimmed bush shone with delicate delight
you opened your womanhood to my touch and sight.
The wetness glistened on your fragrant skin
you let loose your aroma and inviting me in.
I felt the delicate touch of your hand and fingers
you held my manhood with gentle lingers.
When I gently moved into your tunnel of love
you spread yourself as I entered from above.
As we moved together in harmonic motion
you continued to flood me with your magic lotion.
Our bodied entwined with sweat and heat
you moved with me like a single heart beat.
The moment took hold and we held each other tight
you were filled with flashes of colour and light.
We roared together as essence of life poured forth
you stretched your body accepting me in it's course.
When the passion subsided and the moment was best
you kissed me gently falling into peaceful loving rest.

Erotic51 :)

whew....i just came up for breath... nice poetry...

Murga - thanks and feel free to add your own words to this thread. That invitation is for all readers. :)

Fingers trace against my skin -
swirling across my shoulders and then up my neck
Slowly bury themselves in the hair at the nape
and pull me to your kiss.

Every sense is tingling from your touch -
The way your tongue twirls and leaves it's message
Your hands now playing at my hips
drawing me in and electrifying my nerve endings.

I push into you and seek more of your warmth -
your fire heats me and brings my soul awake and alive
shivering as your hands touch me, slide into me,
tug at the center of my being til I quake
at the way your fingers trace against my skin.

jjjjbo 7/29/02

jjjjbo - umm nice words and nice images they make. Thanks for entering into the spirit of this thread, I hope other 'pixies' will follow your example. :)

Thanks Erotic51 for your kind words .... here is another poem I wrote over the weekend - with this thread in mind. jjjjbo

Senses jjjjbo 8/4/02

I hear him call me
his voice low and a little raspy;
he speaks words - graphic and passionate
telling what he longs to do.

I see his face,
reach to caress his cheeks
pressing lips together - tangling tongues and
teeth lightly nibbling.

I tug his ear
then breathe in the scent of him
Let it become part of me - overpowering my senses
Til I feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He moves with me
a slow dance of sensual touch
seduction and pleasure - mingle with the animal call
that draws me to his side.

His hands trace
the curves of my body
draw me near him - til I feel the depth
of his passion and longing.

I press closer
feel the heat and the hardness
my body echoing - his throbbig urgency
We seek release from our confinement.

He kisses me,
licks, nibbles and sucks me in
til I writhe beneath and above him - seeking more
touching more, needing the push to release.

He strokes my body
speaks quietly til I
breathe deep again - then pushes closer, into me
crashing, driving ... ahhh passionate release.

jjjjbo - you have a way with words, thank you :)

Here's one I wrote in 1991 -- think it fits this thread

Together

I long to see you, be with you
Feel your loving touch and warm embrace
To breathe the scent of you, your hair
your personal fragrance and know we're together.

Touch softly one moment; then
with passion burning almost beyond control
I long to hold your hand, move softly to
a music we each hear and then smile together.

I wait to touch your face when I wake
each morning; barely conscious myself,
then snuggle deep into your arms
lying quietly together for awhile. 5/30/91 jjjjbo

Her hands, lingering on mine
Touching my skin
Making me feel alive
For the very first time

we started well, anyone else like to contribute? :)

He strokes me in that very special way
my body moves to his command
and I long for more, always turning to his touch
as his words ribbon through my thoughts.

9/18/02 jjjjbo

Desire

Your hair, soft as velvet, smooth as silk,
Glides forward, from where you pushed it behind your ear,
It frames your face and I smile.
My smile is disbelieving, I do not know how
I have captured someone as beautiful as you.

Your smell is distinct,
A scent of cigarettes, sex and a perfume
That I can’t place, strong, but gentle,
Like you.

Reaching out, I caress your face
You lean into my touch, your eyes clouded with desire
And I move in to kiss you.
Soft, and gentle,
But with a promise of more to come.

As the kiss deepens,
I can explore your mouth,
Learning its ridges, making you moan,
And beg for more.

Pulling away, I take in much needed air.
You are panting slightly,
Your chest heaving. I have never seen anyone
Quite as beautiful as you are now.

Wanting to take things further, you push me down,
Leaning in to kiss me again,
This time, hungry, passion laden,
Desire growing in both of us.

Relieving you of your top, I take a moment
To drink in your beauty. Creamy white skin,
Contrasting against the black lace edge of your bra.

Time seems to stop as we both undress,
Each piece of clothing removed
Reveals more of your skin, that begs to be touched,
Manipulated until your cries of passion deafen me.

We fall together, onto the bed,
A tangle of limbs,
Bodies slick with sweat as we move against each other.
Both striving to give as much as we are receiving.

Without warning, your body arches, muscles tensed
And you cry out, again and again.
Satisfied that you are fulfilled, I cradle you in my arms
And watch as sleep takes you for the night.

I do not worry, because I know when you wake,
We will have endless hours
In which to explore ourselves, and each other.

I kiss each of your eyelids and whisper, almost inaudibly,
“I love you.”

kinda related to the thread:

Whips Of Leather
This is dedicated to Stuart, cos he asked me to write it.

Each night she beats me 'till I'm at deaths door
Cos most of what she does is against the law.
She uses handcuffs chains and whips of leather
Until pleasure and pain, they merge together.

I'm binded tightly to the bed
And beaten until I'm halfway to dead.
I try to cover my bruises each day,
But the ones on my face will give me away.

Each night I find myself wondering why
I don't just leave and say goodbye.
Then I realise that easy it's not
There's one important fact that I forgot.

I end each night in perfect bliss
Cos I'm just a little masochist.

once again, kinda related:

The Judge
Dressed in red the judge he stands,
Big white hair and manicured hands.

A gentle smile a pleasant face,
But underneath it all, he's not full of grace.

By the light of the moon so full
He sneaks around cos his lifes so dull.

At the house of his mistress he does arrive
He's glad to be away from his terrible life.

He lightly knocks on the door
But she's already spread herself out on the floor.

She opens the door and he dives right in
He doesn't care if it's a sin.

His mistress squeals with delight
His talented tongue in an imaginary fight.

Together they move until the end is near,
They scream and shout for all to hear.

But now it's over and he must go
Back to his wife who loves him so.

black rose - thanks for your input to the thread, wonderful stuff :)

His body is glistening in the moonlit
Everything is perfect and right
The touch of his body next to mine
Is a feeling that can only be told as sublime
A kiss on my lips makes me hunger for more
His tongue teasing mine sends tingles to my core
My hands trace his form and I feel his body tense
Tonight is the night...I have been too long on the fence

For not knowing inside whether his feelings were true
Has been such a waste......for tonight is long overdue
His breath in my ear is mouthings such words
Wonderful sentiments I have not heard
He takes his time this wonderful man
And I understand fully this has been god's plan

He tells me tonight is mine all alone
For he wants me to feel love like none ever known
The touch of his hands make my flesh feel on fire
I have never felt before such burning desire
For all he has said and done in the past
Is finally coming to fruitation at last....



(part one)

Alas for love unrealized,
as we await the for time to be
alone, together one more time,
for passion, you and me

Closer now, the miles no more
divide us as they used.
to touch, but not to hold you tight
frustrated and confused.

Each passing day and lonely night,
I hunger for your touch.
But situations, timing, interfere,
and doth conspire too much.

Days are busy .... nights are too -
I'm longing for your touch .... and you
feel lost and somewhat lonely
though its all about you - only
and the touch of flowing laughter
when you're with me and then after
Long to hear your voice - so far from
as you softly call me darlin'.

So long ago I remember it well
When the dew of youth spirted my days
The touches we shared as two united
Linger in my minds eye

Time is rewarded with memories of long ago
Yet this age still can reflect on feelings
Of stirrings almost forgotten

A thought of his touch still brings a want
The memory of him inside makes me yearn
His loss still ignites burning sadness

Yet the choice to leave was one made by time
For if he was here, he would still be mine
And together we would have been as one
But fate as it so readily intervenes
Decided my memories are to be
What I am left with....not he.

Waiting, wanting
Dying for your touch.
Feeling invisible.
Hurting so much!

Burning with hunger!
Needing to be filled.
Stolen fragments of time
can only temporarily thrill.

Time the constant enemy.
Frustration my faithful friend.
Loving him, loving you.
Wondering yet fearing how it will end.

Desire unquenched,
the watchers entrenched.
we wait the perfect hour.

seeing, touching, furtively
fearing to be caught.
risk grows evermore.

the walls have ears,
little pitcher with big mouth.
can hang us with a word.

I Love you sweet,
I love my home,
sometimes I'd kill that kid!

~ BIBI ~
~ Murphy ~
~ jjjjbo ~
~ Sugarsprinkles ~

excellent additions to the thread, thanks and I hopw we keep posting :)

Needing
Yet, feeling unneeded.

Wanting,
Yet, feeling unwanted.

Hurting,
Feeling such pain

My heart breaking.
Feeling the strain.



So much to give
But no one will take.

So much to share
No one wants to know.

Always willing,
Never refusing

Rarely winning.
Most often losing.



In cyber-space
We loved with ease.

In the real world
Rarely ever a touch.

My body is yours
Yours, for the taking.

Oh no! We may not touch!
Someone's waking!

so close, yet seperated by a child.
waiting, hoping for time to go wild,
passion steaming, tears streaming.
so close, yet thwarted by a child.

I feel devastation,
My depression is so deep,
It feels so cold,
And it no longer satisfies,
Please, God, why???
It's just a shell,
No longer providing,
My sadness overwhelms me,
I want to cry.


I don't understand,
I am consumed,
My body aches,
To feel you,
To use,
Why did it happen?
Please, why?
My vibrator's broken,
The poor thing just died.



That was my Ode To A Vibe

Hope you like it.

I hope it helps my healing process. It's rough when your toys poop out on ya!

Never fear, RandyGal!! Contact DildoDiva.....she sells lots of amazing "toys"....I'm sure you can find a suitable replacement for your lost "love". ;)

(to thetune of "Frere Jaques")

Energizer, Eveready,
where are you?
where are you?
RandyGal is waiting
pussy need a sating
she's so blue, she's so blue.

THE BIG "O"
 

Contact with the clit
A shiver of delight
The anticipation of more
The legs spread wider
Feeling the wetness
Hearing the wetness
Furthering the excitment
Nipples are perked
Waiting...more anticipation
The sucking, licking...wet all over
Smiling..oh yes! mmmm...more more
White hot sweat beading
Aching with pleasure
Hips lifting up to meet the feelings
Legs tensing, breathe hot, deep, fast
Feeling the fullness
Not wanting to let go
Wanting to let go
ohhhh...mmmmmmmmm
The mounting of pleasure
Getting used to it
Savoring the immense build up
Going with the flow
Relaxing...making the pleasure last
Telling yourself
It's going to be wonderful
Not letting go
Tingles spread within your mound
Spreading like a fire...burning deep
Fast and furious
Grinding...back arching
Getting ready
To let go
Allowing yourself to give in
Wanting to....welcoming it
Making gutteral sounds
Like an animal moaning in pain
Yet this is wonderous, glorious
Now going to give in
Wanting to feel the release
Not wanting to
Greedy...selfish
Gasping harder for breathe
Back arching again...
Seeing him there watching your pleasure
You explode like waves crashing on rocks
With rippling effects that seem to go forever
Your holding his head....pulling his hair
Slowly entering back into reality
Body shuddering..toes uncurling
Breathing slowing
Pleasure still washing over you
Tenseness is leaving
Your legs relax
He is slowing, you are grateful
Your body is awash in sweat
That he licks up as he makes his way back up
But pausing. lingering, tasting
Bringing you even more pleasure
The anti-climax...the calming of your senses
He reaches your neck
Softly kissing...licking..nibbling
Moving slowly to your mouth
And your kiss is long deep fulfilling
Tasting yourself on his lips
Feeling his tongue inside your mouth
Knowing where it has been and...
As you look into his eyes, smiles crease your faces
He knows...as you do
It is his turn........

~ Sugarsprinkles ~
~ Murphy ~
~ RandyGal ~
~ BIBI ~

ummm nice contributions and thanks for keeping the thread alive. :)

Comes darkness, and again your freedom,
Gently flowing to my bedside, unbidden.
Worries, left, across town, behind,
Your absence there now hidden.

I sence you, your presence, before eyes decern,
Your form, ghostly, silently looming.
Inside my chamber as tho thru mists,
Swirling, blowing softly in the gloaming.

Your faint touch, more incessant in passion,
Lightly carressing, strokeing inflameing my skin.
My arms, reaching, as mist disapates to reality,
I inhale, lavender, the scent taken in.

Moments, stolen from another, guilt,
Cast aside, in passion's grasp entwined.
Bodies, thoughts, breath, combine, to one,
Responsibility, a casuality, left behind.

Lust, raw animal need, satisfied,
in morning's early mist, you run.
Fadeing from my vision, my sight,
As first dew, before the sun.

Another nite, as he lays in dream,
Again, my chamber you will attend.
Our passion, yet again to slake
Granting release, till morn brings end.

Imongojoe~ Welcome! That was beautiful........I loved the imagery and I have a thing for descriptions of sexy nocturnal visitations. Hope you join us and submit more!

Cyber Mating

His words are brief, short statements ...
but they pierce my feelings
reaching through phone lines and cyber space
to heat my body and my passions.
His smile on his picture and in his voice
sends imagination running wild!
I bat my lashes, giggle a bit and
send a flirty comment in response.

in response to something mentioned by a friend




cyber notches

first brief pleasantries
then a quick shower of compliments
after the first dozen words exchanged
whether a new notch will be added is never clear

it is clarified by soft verbal responses
with subtle references to her own body
if replies have a smile attached
willingness and notches often follow

prospective notches like visual cues
glued to descriptions of clothes being removed
as the pile grows on the floor
fight or flight sets in ...

if fight: passionate kissing seems to surprise
forehead, ears, neck, warm lips
when allowed to kiss at will
the location of the notch on the belt may be considered

slow complete descriptions of her treatment
allow her imagination to take hold
and time for her to participate
convincing her to treat herself
two notches may be earned if she tries something new


if flight: [XXXXXXX has left the room]

system logged me off.. it took so long

just above, notches by me

Kendall

~ Imongojoe ~ I agrre with Lilith, wonderful and thanks for posting in this thread. Also welcome to pixies :)

~ Kendall ~ thanks also for posting, more please :)

Inspired by an inspired friend......
 

~IN TIME~


Moments stolen for a chance
of banter passing as time dances
Sending thoughts with hopes of clarity
sometimes lessons in severity
And time still goes on as one waits
another sits and contemplates

What will it bring we wonder yet
time has no conscience does it
Brief exposure of surprising thought
and limited wanting at a cost
The willingness to share a care
and then the flight to who knows where

If time were indeed our friend
we wouldn't have to fear it's end
A moment would always be enough
and leaving wouldn't be as tough
An hour seems a minute long
a minute suspends in space beyond

In time................

Very lovely and inspirational poetry........

has brought me out of hiding.

TY erotic51! What a wonderful thread you have going here.
All the contributions are fantastic!

Beautiful poem Lixy ... beautiful woman, heart and now you show us (again) your beautiful soul! thanks!

nice to see additions and excellent one aswell, thanks :)