Tag: erotic poetry

Amours d’Été

When i dream of you
my back tenses
my heart aches
i can’t help but take
a moment
to picture your lips,
my finger entwined
in the depths of your curls
a sigh
a smile
a safety
a longing
a love…

barely breathing
a shaky acknowledgement
of our deepest
desire
i can feel your
softness, your warmth
on me, around me,
against me, within me
so many versions of you
to undress and
impress

i dream of you
like one longs for
warm beaches
and sunset serenades
you occupy my thoughts
but you’re not a dream
you’re raw fire,
complexity fueled by beauty
of mind and spirit
a sibling of softness
too rarely held
in strong arms

you and i
are birds of a feather
both black and unassuming
but radiant in the light
i see your colours
and i long to paint them
on my canvas and my heart
with my tongue
my fingers
my gentle love
focus for a moment
and feel me
pressed against you
soft breasts
warm bellies
gentle touches
trembling thighs
a sensory feast
at your fingertips
dance with me
sway, sway
let the rhythm guide
the slow motions
of our explorations

we only exist
inside the darkness
of my mind
but to me,
you are the light;
even my fantasy can’t
dim your brightness
you’re electric
eclectic
filled with life
hiding just beneath
the surface
some days,
i’m so in love with you
it hurts
to breathe
a lump in my throat
a pit in my stomach
a whisper in my mind

more than anything
i want to hold you
up above the clouds
help you shine
brighter than the sun
i want to see you
smile wider than a cat
relax into my arms
after a long day
hear your breathing slow
against my chest
as you gently close
your eyes and drift
off to sleep
i want to discover you
while you discover
yourself;
i want to earn your
heart while you
fill up your cup
with my love.

Becoming You

sometimes I wish
I could paint my feelings
like Picasso painted his portraits
inaccurate renditions of
something so beyond our reach
that mortal eyes falter
intricacies unbeknownst

to say “I love you”
would be an affront to the universe
for love, as a disarray of synapses
pales in the face of
the void of my feelings

a pull deeper than the tides,
a light, brighter than a harvest moon
a delicacy sweeter than honey;
reality infused with
more magic than witchcraft

days merge and blend
swirling into a steady lifetime
of morning smiles
and afternoon delights
your love, like a community garden
overflows with abundance
a cornucopia of simple being
upon which I gratefully feast

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Contained

i yearn
to feel contained
within the safety of your arms,
like a thousand bronze statues
your musculature dances
scrutinized by eons of longing

your hand
so harsh in its love
reddens my skin,
closes gently on my throat
the ultimate safety contained
within your grasp
i can feel the weight
of a million worlds
tickle my soul
as i lose myself
in the nothing and the everything
that is the space within my stars

sometimes,
you make love to me
gently, slowly,
a million kisses painting my skin
languishing in the pleasure
becomes a painful
expression of desperation
contained by muffled cries
othertimes,
our lovemaking
becomes a primal exercise
of fire and passion
my will matters not
and i lose myself
in the fury of your love

like our story
our love is boundless
fleeting,
eternal,
ephemeral,
all at once constant
and ever-changing;
we are fluid as water
and solid as stone
a curious contentment
of freedom and fancy

within our love
insanity becomes reason
and marks on thighs
become war paints of passion
i could lose myself forever
because i know i’ll
always be contained
within the safety of your arms.

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Apate

I somehow know you better
than I could ever know myself.
a lifetime of mundane wonder,
lit up like a macabre circus.

the dramatic nature of your curves
brought me close to the precipice
an ant inextricably drawn
to the sickly honey between your thighs.

your lips were my heroin,
your breasts my belladonna.
your eyes, a mirror to my soul,
your essence my nourishment.

I somehow knew you better
than I could ever know myself.
a sweet agony of hidden meaning,
forever about to crash ashore.

One hand clasped on your throat,
another between your thighs,
a succubus in her element,
ready to drag you into my abyss.

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So you want Sexy Poems?

For you, my reader,
I spread the pages of my soul,
I dip the tip of my tongue
In the forbidden ink of divine intervention.
A lost soul longing for a set of lips,
To kiss, lick, suckle to my heart’s content.

A tickle of a button
So soft it could make a feather tremble,
A breath caught between two sheets;
One second, two, three?
A gasp!
Air rushing through inflamed lungs,
Tiny beads of sweat dangling
On skin as soft as lips
Caressing freshly painted nails.

For you, my reader,
I explore long lost caves
Forsaken by the gods;
Heathen sanctuaries
Of nymphs, sprites, and fairies
I penetrate sacred grounds,
Document my stories
With tale after tale,
Stroke after stroke
Of my pen on shaking parchment.

A trusting hand,
Curling inside forbidden fruit;
A pressure so pure
It parts the sky with its lust.
The surrender…
Sweet delight, like hydromel;
Nectar of the gods.
Even they are unworthy
Of the delicacy, that is you.

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Missteries

It’s a knock on the door,
the turn of a key in a lock;
a click of a dress shoe’s heel;
checkered socks on dark hardwood

It’s a kiss on the cheek,
the whiff of sweet perfume
on the nape of a neck;
gentle passions burning,
aflame like a candle’s wick

It’s the heat of a hand,
rough fingers extending;
the warmth of a sigh;
a shudder of anticipation
waiting for a breath

It’s the thump of a heart,
beads of delight dripping
onto softly parted lips;
eager moans beckoning,
the deepening of eternity.

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Mind Over Matter

How does one love?

for is the love of love itself not a confusion,
a disarray of synapses, receiving tiny bolts of information
that make us believe a familiarity, of sorts, can give way
to a rumbling inside that can barely be contained.

But how can this be?

the intensity rises with every thought,
mouth-watering passion, so thick in the air, you can taste it.
I can smell you, kiss you, taste you, breathe you, swallow you…
surely this is not merely a figment, or a chemical imbalance.

Do we ever truly love?

the overwhelming need to bond, and retain our feet on solid ground,
makes one forget that life is more than babbling babes and blue balls
it is adventure; the glance of a flame-haired beauty, across the bar
a piece of silk floating in the window of the forgotten hotel room.

So, what is love, love?

love is the salty taste of your lips after a run
it’s the gentle strength of your hand against my cheek
the softness of your touch when you part my thighs
it is the warmth of your smile when you lose yourself in thought
the fullness of your laughter when you can’t contain your amusement
it is the depth of our souls intertwining, time and time again
but love is also knowing how to let go when our time is up,
just to welcome you back in tender embrace, every time you return
love is knowing that I am yours, beyond convention and expectation
it is knowing that you are mine, and that I hold the key to your heart
even if no one else will ever know, and we are forever worlds apart.

We are love, love.

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Until We Meet Again

The raw scent of musky love
Envelops my thighs
My back arches, beckoning your arrival
My legs spread gently,
Always willing and ready
To feed you, my relentless lover.

Hands perched on parted thighs,
Only the most palatable position
For the refined and dedicated palate
Of my energetic connoisseur.
A sigh exhales, a moan soon follows
Etching ancient art
Into the heat of my burning body
A bit of this, a splash of that,
Savouring the many shades that unfold
So deliciously onto your tongue.

Nails digging into shoulders,
You tickle me just right
A timeless creator of the sparks
That ignite the fabric of my being.
Aching…
Come closer, my love,
Please,
Yes, slowly…

The deafening rumbling
Of a wave crashing onto shore,
Parting the seas of my lust,
Electrifying my senses.
I gasp for air,
Insatiable.

Overwhelm me with your love,
Just a little longer…
Deeper.
Harder.
Forever.

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Love Nest

Aloft in the nook of her window,
the cat-shaped musings dance eerily on the walls
feline representations of lust and love
heeere, pussy, pussy, pussy…
a slight flick of the wrist, a twist of the waist
a kiss blown beyond the cheek, into the loins
a bend and snap, or the pull of a glove
sway dears, again and again, those hips
make the succubus green with envy
as she eagerly watches the passersby,
thighs aching, wings waning, heart pounding
she craves the undying soul of her lover,
inhaling every scent, tasting every sweetness
forgetting the misfortune of the chaste
in the dimly lit hall of eros, she calls home.

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Terre connue

19 janvier, 2019

Aujourd’hui, mon amour, j’ai le coeur lourd.
Non pas des éons qui nous séparent du monde
Alors que dorment les passants insouciants.
Mais tel un poids attendrissant,
Un bleu immédiat
Se prononce au fil du temps, sur ma douce poitrine,
Ton absence me pèse.

Tu es bien trop précieux, mon trésor
Mais tandis que les flammes caressent mes genoux,
Assise patiemment, dans l’attente de ton retour
Je sais que je ne puis te briser
Car ta force est celle des étincelles des cieux
Radieuse.

A se demander, parfois, comment dire?
La pluie fait fuir les goutelettes
La montagne assèche les rivières
Par le feu qui brûle en toi,
Incendiant mon coeur, ma personne, mon tout.
Je suis libérée de nouveau,
Des chaînes
Qui me penchaient vers le passé.

Corps nus, entrelacés
Nous avons créés en nous un foyer
Une demeure inconditionnelle
Toujours prête à accueillir
Notre amour secret aux tôts réveils
Arômes de café noir, sirop des dieux
Amour incarné au petit déjeuner.

Jamais ne n’aurai espéré
Rencontrer un autre ange, venu d’ailleurs
Diable, vêtu d’un costume bleu marine
Doux rêveur, amant à la main lourde
Nous sommes tous deux, Sisyphe
Chaque jour notre pierre,
Chaque minute notre montagne
Encore, une fois, toujours.

Si demain, le destin t’arrachait d’entre mes mains
Je ne me briserai pas, non.
Le temps des brisures est résolu.
Mais un trou noir remplacerait mon coeur,
Aspirant petit à petit les flocons avoisinants
Jusqu’au jour où je te rejoindrai,
Quelque part dans l’Univers.

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