Tag: erotic poetry

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Poetry Break: I Am In Need

I am in need

of peaceful days

and restless nights

lost in the tangles of love’s clutches

silhouettes dancing in candle birthed shadows

soft, firm caressed as you take hold

of my breath

chest against my back

warm sweet breath on my neck

already I’m breathless

hands running to breasts

feet

thighs

gently massaging

swiftly arousing me

sweat slowly dripping down the small of my back

goose bumps survey my flesh

awaiting your next caress

already I’m breathless

your lips softer than baby’s bottom

address me with the warmth of your mouth

the sweetest conversation

see I am in need

to be sucked and rubbed

and pinched and smacked

and flipped until I’m overdone

Hell sometimes a lady just wants to be fucked

but oh no

‘cause if you go for what you want

you’re a slut, tramp, bitch, ho

oh no

don’t get me wrong making love is what I love

but tonight

ooooooh tonight

I want to arise to an afro leaning to the front

back, and the side

I am in need

of a man who is man enough to dive into the depths of me

to explore me like Jacques Cousteau

love my body no follicle untouched

un-kissed

un-caressed

no inch of flesh left behind

I am in need of a man to make me sing a soulful love song

while he works my clitoral on and off switch

to bring out the opera of my soprano

from the rising and death-defying gliding of his phallus

to bring on my crescendo

and push out my most primal

make me growl like the panther that I am

devour me in the jungle of my heart

when my body has done its final quake let me rest in peaceful

joy-filled slumber

let me awake once again a lady

breakfast in bed

ham, bacon, pancakes

potatoes, eggs

and oh, special for you a little head

see while last night was all about me

I truly feel it’s better to give than receive

or give and receive

whatever way you fancy

never selfish always ancy

but still you can’t just give away these panties

no matter how erect the direction of these nipples

pointing you out

or how wet this pussy

trying to pull my card

I’m a lady

and the whore trapped inside

tapping my mind

and a working on my nerves

with all the thoughts of what you could do

she don’t run shit

so here I sit

in need

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Poetry Break: Innuendos and Maybes

Innuendos and maybes

that I could slay thee

that your death might give way

to clear definitions

no guesses, just yeses

rolled off perky pink tongues

eager to wrestle

longing to please

that my preciously pink tongue could be

the yes

that silences your maybe

and I could put to rest the imagination that causes my body stress

see my heart races and my temperature rises

anytime she’s inclined to do so

as you stroke her with your casual conversation

belay her patience

increase her frustration

give rise to the burning desires of midnight romps

and noonday satisfactions

constant distractions

random moment stealing thoughts

attempts not to overwhelm my senses

with my imagination’s census of you

breath-taking thoughts cause vaginal convulsions

at the idea of your beginning

entering my forever

this treasure

could the pleasure stop time

and for those brief moments as we meld into one rhythmic soul

intertwine

as the world ceases to spin

and the moon embraces the sun

all the while as the tide reverses it course

and flows toward eternity

and I think

could my precious pink tongue be the yes

that silences your maybe

as I bring you into me

and sing symphonies, my own masterpiece

created with every soft, sultry lick

and pressure-filled contraction

each intentional stroke

as I embrace the center of your universe with my lips

would u appreciate my offering

reward me my gift

the sultry sound of my name on your lips

would you hold me gently by my redness

show me how u like it

would you give me the fruit meant for the gods

and let me devour it

or adorn it like the finest silk

oh my playful unrelenting imagination

encircled with sounds of yeses and nos

and maybes

visions of perspiration kissed flesh

and lust-soaked sheets

the release of long-held passions

mind-locking fantasies

body-shaking possibilities

all from light speed glances

and soft spoken words

random fleeting meetings of flesh

to the mind that all suggest that we

should match wits and waists

and any wastes of time

you’ve already gotten hold of my mind

with your ever intelligent reverence to life

its general complexities with humility

and that ever present maybe







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