Tag: erotic poetry

Seduction

Whispered thoughts
breath against your ear
tiny kisses on your neck
sweet sighs and silky moans

Arms spin and wrap around me
fingers slip inside my sweater
nips of my earlobe and jaw
pinching my tight, pink points

Growls about patience
whimpers of frustration
your grin against my neck
pleads for more met with a laugh

Pressing me into the island
flattening my hands against the counter
I feel your desire against my behind
cannot stop myself from writhing

Pushing my chest down to meet my hands
leaning over me until lips meet ear
grumbles about patience, again
then hand meets ass with force

Three blows, each side
hard enough to sting
but arousal wins you over
as you pull me back up by my hair

Fingers dip inside my jeans
sliding inside satin thong
the ribbon, you call it
and chuckle again

Hand in my hair
slides down to my throat
fingers exploring my slick folds
cut short by the voice of a child

Don’t worry sir, don’t fret
the seduction will continue
all day and every day
I will seduce the fucking hell out of you…

Delicacy

There is so much ugliness in the world today. It overwhelms you, disgusts you and detracts from your perfection. 

I will be the beauty that diverts you from it. A muse to help you ruminate the delicacy of life.

With silky waves of gold and bronze, cascading around my soft, pale shoulders.

With cherry lips, curved in a pouty smile, and the curious tongue to wet them.

With clear turquoise eyes, that glimmer and shine, lined with curled lashes, entrancing you with my sultry wink.

With the sweet, pink blush that rises over my cheekbones, lighting my skin from within in my arousal.

With soft, heavy breasts peaked with velvety, pink pebbles, taught and begging for attention.

With the pleasant, hourglass shape of my frame, enhanced by my posture, as I own my femininity.

With strong, bare arms to control my delighting hands and gratifying fingers, all too eager to please and enchant.

With the curve and dip of my lower back, and glorious, round lift of my derriere, beguiling you with just a sway of my hip.

With the tapered, luscious thighs that beg to be parted, raising my calves on polished tip toe.

With the sweet, moist folds that divert all attention to the intoxicating pleasure which resides within my core.

I’ll stand before you, lips parted, glowing with desire, and impatient with need.

I won’t let the news keep you low, I will lift you up with my passion and lust.

I won’t let the world weigh on you, I will pluck it off with my love and kisses.

I won’t let the flaws of society hold you back, I will soothe and cover them with my devotion and affection.

Take in my naked loveliness and allow nature to take over.

Inhale the scent of my skin and allow your animal instincts to kick in.

Absorb my radiating arousal and allow attraction to course through you.

Touch me, feel me, kiss me, lick me, bite me, smack me, grab me, take me.

This is all that matters, you’ll see.

The delicacy after all, is me!

Pearl necklace

Candlelight, oil, cinnamon and fingertips,
I create relaxation and some unnecessary romance.

I glide over every muscle, soothing every ache,
then ask you to turn so I can finish the dance.

I tease and taunt, the way you love,
then I stroke and lick, to really pleasure.

I twist and twirl, suck and swirl,
working hard for that taste I treasure.

You push and pull, taking control,
but you still hold back, savoring my whimper.

Then you pull me up and slam my hips down,
groaning then chuckling as you listen to me simper.

You have found your power, either in my touch or patience,
but I revel in it, pressing and squeezing, obeying every command.

My arms are raised, the push and pull of my hips,
you respond with new orders, insistence in your hand.

Moaning and writhing, seething and screaming,
my body gives way to your perfect design.

You force and coerce, drawing as much as you can,
until finally, my liquid limbs compel me to resign.

I fall to my side, breathless and out of my mind,
but you are not finished, completion unmet.

You turn to torture my pink pebbled points,
taking out your dissatisfaction on those two sweet summits.

My fingers attempt to please, but cannot manage a pace,
so you rise up above me, and I prepare my lips.

But you surprise me by straddling my chest,
forcing your throbbing cock between my tits.

You require me to hold them, and pinch my nipples tight,
while you slide between my breasts, dominating them completely.

It doesn’t take long, the pleasure so exquisite,
before you’re pulsing, climaxing, cumming so repletely.

Your fluffy white seed squirts across my throat,
coating my collarbone but missing my face.

And as you back down, you smile at me sweetly,
“You are lovely, my dear, wearing my pearl necklace.”

 

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.