Category: Erotic Poetry

Good day kiss

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Your lips, so soft and sweet, the ruddy pink color of pleasure, brush barely against mine like the velvet wings on cupid’s back. My own swell and part, desperate for capture, hungry for roughness and fervor, but resigned to the delicious docility of this, my good day kiss.

As you press and slip your wet, warm tongue between my teeth, to mimic a sultry slow dance within my mouth, my resolve weakens quickly.  You steal the breath from my lungs with the turbid tempo you create, drawing a single whimper from within.

Your silky but scratchy beard caresses my skin, and reminds me of the sensations it creates as it skims over the delicate surface of my neck and decolletage, or that secret spot on my shoulder that only you know, or the sensitive points of my heavy breasts, where you love to tease and taunt.

Your long, slender fingers brush lightly down the valley of my lower back, then over the luscious curve of my ample tush, before grabbing your handful and pulling me flush against you so that I might feel the decadent effect of my good day kiss, on you.

Angled and meshed, our bodies meet so perfectly, but I lower from my tip toes, to avoid the dampening between my quivering thighs. It is too late, and I feel my arousal in full heat, dripping slowly over my folds and escaping to the fabric below.

I mindlessly twirl my fingers in the soft, short hair at the nape of your neck, anxious to lengthen this moment, pause time so that I might lap up the attention served to me in this intoxicating vessel that is as glorious to taste as it is to feel.

Your slow withdraw tells me I cannot, so I open my eyes to gaze into the clear, lake water green of your eyes, memorizing the lust I find there, so that I may draw from this memory when it is absent in the future.  When my good day kiss is missed.

I'm Yours

Confined within the shell of my heart,
But calmed by your possession, in part.

Breathing in the control you exert,
And aroused by your command, and the hurt.

Buried beneath the layers of pain,
I release something that is not named.

My mind which seems always the boss,
Is quickly denied, and I enjoy the loss.

When you called me your bitch,
You more than satisfied that itch.

Humiliation pushes me past my limit,
And in your design, you know how to spin it.

Corner me,
Control me,
Make me,
Evade me,
Hurt me,
Love me,
Have me….

Take me.

I’m yours.

Patience

I believe if patience were human, he would be a man.

Maybe an arrogant man, with time on his side,
Definitely a dominant man, with will and might,
The boyish instinct to tease and torture,
And confident, with no desire to improve…
Or impress.

He lounges, smirking insolently, enjoying every plead.

Just like a man.

He slips through your fingers and drives you insane.

Just like a man.

He often leaves you, when you need him most.

Just like a man.

He sometimes comforts you, and in those moments, you love him.

Just like a man.

Drawing you in, enough that you’ll stay true.

Just like a man.

But not quite satisfying every desperate ache…

Just like a man.

In those moments, when he stands at your side and holds your hand,

Or wraps you within his embrace, protecting you from misery,

Or nibbles your neck and shoulder with that sweet anticipation of what you believe will come…

You adore him.
You become his.

And then he disappears,
Just like a man.

Love on your mind

Your words in my head,
Kiss on my neck,
Soul in my heart,
Hand in my hair,
Fingers around my neck,
Breath in my lungs,
Mind on my love…

Your mind on my love….

Everything stops,
The world stands still,
Our bodies connect,

Is my love on your mind?

Time speeds up,
Minutes fly,
Hours soar,
The night leaves,
The new day begins,
Sleep evaded,
Lost in a heartbeat,
Mind on my love…

Your mind on my love…

Is my love on your mind?