Erotic Poetry

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Rife with Metaphor

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 00:41:36 GMT

The sporting life ripples
flesh and pumps iron
determination shot through
with veins of sweat
that condense like pearls,
slick with passion,
soaked in frenzied desire.

the women in the room

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 20:41:57 GMT

I wove myself into the women in the room.
I stole from them, and they never knew.
I left whispered kisses,
just warmth on their throats...
and slipped inside them
though we were never alone.
I've come to know what my women feel.
I've come to exploit
their silent fears.
I am to them what they need from me,
what they beg me to be,
so silently,
on bent knee....

My tongue soothes hearts with words,
soothes skin,
delves into places where sex begins.
Where it grows from a blush, to a flush.
I am an apparition, nurturing an ember at the core,
growing a fever in the flesh, in the depths,
in the space between the hips.

A room of women....
with a craving too deep to appease.
A room of women waiting to come.
Waiting to be the next one.
Gentle words, gentle tongue.
And I am the one
who steals into the room
waiting to see what they wish me to do.

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 19:20:40 GMT

I didn't write this poem but I liked it so much I figured I'd share it with you.

Run your hands up my thighs and under my skirt.
I want to feel you close to me.
Kiss these lips so sweet and tender
Leave me breathless wanting more from you.
Stuck in the middle of the craziness that is your
lust.
Desire leading the path to between your legs
where I want to be.
tasting and lingering there for a very long time.
Your chest tightens with ecstasy as my
fingers replace my tongue.
my lips travel up your stomach
nibbling and kissing and licking.
you grab my breasts taking them to your mouth.
I want you, need you.
Must have you.
I am on back, to my surprise.
You’ve taken control. I think I like it.
your fingers dive into me as your lips
are pressed against my neck making their way down.
I know there’ll be a mark on my right breast.
I’m ok with that.
I like that you bite and I like the fact you like pain.
three fingers aren’t enough.
I want to be widened to my limits, I always tighten back to normal.
tears of pleasure form in my eyes as you thrust so deep into me.
I moan and I sigh feeling the rise and fall all at once.
playing with my clit as you suck my nipples.
holding my arms above my head with hand as the other brings me to the brink.
my hips rise pushing against you, pulling you deeper.
As I get closer to coming you release me wrists and I feel extra fingers
in my wetness.
I let out a yelp of excitement.
then just as quick as it was there it was gone
I pout for a second until I feel those same fingers in my ass.
I hold back no more and as your lips press against my pussy
I come on your hands and a little on your face.
As I come down from my high I smile evilly at you.
Now its your turn.

I seem to be making a habit of posting things pre-edit.

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 09:29:00 GMT

Beautiful, Beautiful Boy
You make yourself vulnerable, unhidden,
every imaginable pretense dropped
Unfolding yourself in the harsh spotlight of honesty
despite the danger of ridicule
and your delicate, oft-mangled heart.
Stepping gracefully through danger and into trust
you somehow think I'm the one deserving thanks.

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 15:47:19 GMT

She was the glow of evening
reflecting from my mind's eye.
Seared like a token of affection
on my skin.
I remember when
kissing was an art
that we spent hours engaged in.
And each would begin
with a gentle sigh
that came from somewhere deep inside
where her belief in love dwelled.
I held her fragile heart,
as it pulsed in my palm,
as it echoed in the cavern of her breast.
Gently, slowly,
lest I move in haste,
and lay ruin and waste
to the perfection of her--
I captured her like a butterfly.
Tasted her captivity,
her eternity of belonging to me,
and I knew I'd love forever,
as long as I could have her.
She slowly died being kept
and those last tears she wept
tasted like sadness
and champagne.

be cautioned of sexual violence in this piece

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 14:07:20 GMT

I like the cruelty of your lips,
and the anger in your stride.
I like the way you disregard me,
the contempt in you eyes.
I crave the impact of your wrath,
it'll come; you're so vain.
I feel the threat of you near,
and I relish the pain.

You look like late October,
while a storm swirls in your hair.
You took me to the darkest place,
and dragged me to despair.
You tied me to a metal rail
and looked me in the face.
The veil of pain I wore was frail.
so you'd leave me in this place.

You'd never left me by myself.
My resolve started to fade.
No one would hear my cries for help,
but I wouldn't call out anyway.
If you left me here to suffer,
I deserved to feel the pain,
and that was when you brought her,
and everything would change.

Your shadow in the doorway
burned a silhouette against the moon.
She made a sound of panic
as you dragged her in the room.
You lit a tier of candles
on an alter you had made,
and laid her down before me
as a gift from the depraved.

Her hair was all around her,
like spun gold in firelight.
She writhed in her apprehension.
I could've told her not to fight,
But something about her misery,
was exquisitely tantalizing,
so richly erotic to me,
that I didn't see the rising.
You turned in my direction,
and your eyes turned me to stone.
You grasped your full erection
like you wanted me to know
how insignificant I was,
and so very replaceable.
You pinned her thrashing body,
and shoved inside of her.

I couldn't look away
when her back arched off the floor.
Such exquisite pain
as her body cried out for more.
Her screams were not escaping
for the hand you held her with.
I couldn't stop the raping,
but I thought she wanted this.

I thought she was like me,
just involved in this role-play.
But the panic in her eyes,
and the bruises on her face,
slowly made me understand
she was here against her will.
You watched me as it dawned on me.
This was the real thrill.

You waited for my reaction,
as you fucked her and she begged.
I hated the attraction,
I had to this violence.
I wanted to fight, to claw at you,
and I wanted you inside me.
I wanted all your rage could do.
I needed your punishment in me.

You climbed off, I saw her breathing.
I turned to you as you approached.
I knew that you would hurt me,
but I needed the reproach.
The thing you slid inside me,
was so cold and very hard.
You knelt down close beside me,
and slapped me hard.

You used that thing to fuck me,
and pushed my face into the dirt.
You wanted me to cry out
but no matter how this hurt.
I'd take whatever punishment
you deemed I was worthy of.

If that is all I can have of you
I'll take perversity as love.

Newborn words

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 19:42:29 GMT

Irony
Spread out before me
with delicate eyes full of hope
and pale, lust-scented flesh
aching for approval.
Exquisite creature, I cannot be cruel to you.

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 21:03:13 GMT

It's not really erotic, but it's about an ex girlfriend I saw wandering in town today.

You smelled too much like summer, too much
Of the sweet and sharp perfumes,
The tea tree hand cream, citrus blooms.
You tasted like the city, dripped in urban sweat and
Ran dirty nails through your salty hair,
And blinked at me with your eyelids wet-
You crystallised against the light,
You slipped from solvent, long dissolved into
The grey street backwash, dripping out you shone;
Refracted, gleamed, and gone.
The seconds muted as I checked; your shadow
Lengthened, stretched into the wilderness of feet and
Wheels, I waited, wasted all my daydreams
As you glanced through sulphur smog at me.

Lady of the Storm

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 16:28:03 GMT

This one was inspired by another one of my readers.
It's kind of a metaphoric description of a woman making Love to the rain.'

or was it the other way around?
Eh you decide.

Lady of the Storm

She's a million miles from home
a bit aware of the distance covered
She's filling the field with her voice
feeling the storm roll over

Mid day seems like an evening
A dark rolling blanket fills her vision
just keep on comming I feel her
my breaze surrounds over comes her

Thunder rumbles over head
and I'm pouring over you
hair flowing down around your shoulders
I was simply covering you completely

I'm pouring down through her hair
I'm running down over her chest
Coursing through her fingers
And filling her with every drop

Do you think you could make my heart flutter
Do you think your heart could flutter along
DO you think the rains would cleanse us
and make the storm grow strong

Pour out your will my love
Pour it out for me
Let your hands reach out
Let them find and cover me

She's a light step in the puddle
and a bit drenched by my hands
She's outlined by the winds
feeling caught up by my flow

Midnight seems like forever
A warm blanket of water courses down
Just stay wrapped inside of me
Inside my brutal front

Waves of pillared cumulous roll over head
and I'm your passion's song
Voices stretched for miles and miles
I was simply singing your song

I'm running through her lips
I'm covering her softly closing eyes
coursing taste over her tongue
and filling her mouth with every drop

Do you think I could enjoy you more
Do you think your pleasure could flutter along
Do you think your hands could reach me
and bring the thunder on

Pour out your senses my love
Pour them out for me
Let your body stretch out
Let your embrace come and cover me

Another lesbian Poem

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 22:09:43 GMT

Hello!

Yet another poem about a certain young woman : ).

Barn

A sullen quietude descends.
It lends some atmosphere to greet the gloom and
Settle in the stagnant room.
Your heady breath disrupts the moths;
They flit and fleck the walls;
A crane fly
Hovers lonely in your wake, I walk
My fingers down your shoulder blade.
Putty soft and thick as cream
I drag across your creaseless seams,
I’m gone.
The wet-skinned plush;
The salted sweat that foams across your thigh,
I dream and
Blink the dust and tears and
Tension trickled through our eyes,
And I am
Gathered small and incomplete
Beside my monolith,
And stretched out I can’t even reach
My fingers to your fingers;
My feet down to your feet.

Haunting me

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 18:59:14 GMT

Slither over and wrap around me.
Enslave me with your passion.
your kisses,
caresses
and agility.
devour me whole
ingesting me for eternity.
Your scent conjures memories of
nights full of touching
exploring and love making.
You excite me,
ignite me.
I want you to want me
the way that I need you.
You’re yummy and
delectable and so very
unforgettable.

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 17:26:04 GMT

"Wifebeater Shirt Virginity" By Alexander The Poet 07.16.05

There is just something arousing and erotic
About putting on a wifebeater shirt
For the very first time
It clings so tight to my body
And I feel the pressure on my chest
The feeling...
Makes me want to squeeze it as if they were breasts
I think I put in too much sugar in my tea this morning

THE END

This one is mere seconds old, and as of yet has no name

Mon, 11 Jul 2005 21:08:45 GMT

Dark, murky hours
tangled with cordite and honeysuckle.
This breathless tumult
and the delicate texture
of your sweat-glittered skin.

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 21:34:43 GMT

No standard silhouette,
You stood illuminated, light and pale,
All limestone limbed and weighty
With your flaxen hair whipped round your face;
The blood of empires in your veins,
A figurehead that rides the waves.
All streaked with beauty,
Salt smears of the wind-whipped ride,
Hot breathed, heavy scented
And you conquer as you smile.
You stood - a Venus in the Shell, a Virgin of the Rocks,
A warrior, my valkyrie, a motif carved in Dover chalk
And I, all eyes and empty mind
I grasp the sinking flesh filled skies
And writhe below the fog.

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 17:06:44 GMT

This one was done at the request of one of my readers.
I thought it was interesting, dark, ironic, and very sexxxy.

A Lover's Passing

There's a chilling breeze
running through this meadow tonight
along side the scent of my Lover
who's feet are covered in dew

She leads me into the shadows
smiling quietly her eyes hint at passion
Her hands touching me here and there
guiding me to where I know not

sit me down Love
and let my body rest
take me in your hands
let your warmth cover me

Slide down on me
breath me in
and let your lips carress me
let your hands embrace me

Take your time
tease me but only slightly
and let your tongue lead me
let my passions roam

There is a soft cry
echoing off of the trees
resounding in the muffled whimpers of my lover
who's liquid warmth brings pleasure

Her soft lips embrace leads me
sliding from begining to end slowly
Her hands embracing me all the while
I listen to her and feel her and now I am close

breath me down Love
and let my passion rest
take me in your lips
let your warmth cover me

Slide down hard on me
breath me in quickly
for my passion comes quickly
my relief, my release, is sweet

Do not wait
for I can not
tempt me harshly in this mist
and let your tongue lead me

There's a low cry of a man
running through this meadow tonight
comming from the place where his lover
brought him and pleased him well

His heart gave way in the night
Her lips left him as he fell
He found his silence
Deep in his satisfaction He left her

Standing beside her, over her
while she wept over him
his pen glides across the paper
leaving only golden traces

The memories she would keep
only pleasure only passion
only sweet satisfaction
and in the end she would understand it

Cross Posted Everywhere

When I think of you

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 13:37:16 GMT

Here is another one of the poems I've been working on.

When I think of you

Eyes open and for a moment I'm still sleeping
though the darkness is seeping through my sight
The night is stretching out for a minute more
and then conciousness takes me

Hand reaches for the knob
and then the light switch
my feet find the cool smooth floor
can I take just a few more steps?

The water is one and the steam rises
one foot in to the tub and then the other
a torrent of heat and liquid hit my face
and now ... now I am comming around

Here I stand in the begining of my day
this is when I think of you
You stand here with me in this begining
water pouring over your body

a smile cracks my lips
and I place my hand in the small of your back
pull you up to me
and enjoy the first kiss of my long day

Soap covers me and my hands slide
down and around me as I contemplate my day
and still you are there
Kiss me Love let me know you see me

Lower you go and I feel you
your lips grasping me and your tongue
it runs up and down the length of me
as I stare at the water running over your head

for a moment I take pause in this moment
but you ... you continue and I relax
I can hear your lips and feel your hands
I can smell you and feel your body on mine

Giggling you pull up and against me
letting your breast slide over me
teasing me with your softness
and then you turn and press yourself into me

Still I am here alone
and when I think of you
my hands on your hips
and with a gentle but firm slap my hand print is on you

I can see your body writhe
I can feel your hips against mine
I can see your ass slam against me
I can see my hands wrapping around you again

When I think of you
in this moment
I begin to lose control
and you beg me to cum for you

When I think of you
I just can not hold out
From my mind to my hand
I explode and convulse and tremble

When I think of you
in this moment and for this moment
you are there in my arms again
and then once more you are gone

Still I think of you
the steam rises
the water continues
and my day moves on

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 03:52:32 GMT

Untitled

I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen
the drink had lowered my inhibition
I felt fuzzy and warm- muscles lose and lips parted
your limp body was sprawled next to me
legs spread-head hanging over the side of the stained mattress
I watched in a drunken haze as your breasts rose with each breath
they were smaller than mine-perkier
I rolled toward you-my legs intertwining with yours
I touched you-gently traced a finger around the edge of your left breast
you didn’t move-unconscious
I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen
I fondled your small breasts-licked at your mouth
the small tank top you wore exposed your flat stomach
I rubbed my nose against your skin, caressed your navel with the tip
my foot rubbed against your bare ankle
I could feel the beginning of stubble- you hadn’t shaved that day
my tongue lapped at the cotton material covering your breasts
I wanted to peel it away- expose your small nipples to the cool air
my hand reached up the leg of your shorts
whimpering at the feel of your thigh
curls met my finger tips
I watched your face as I tugged on your dark brown curls
there was a slight crease on your forehead
were you dreaming of me
the door to your room was locked
I felt dizzy-I blinked rapidly and avoided the Grateful Dead poster that hung on your wall
my panties landed on the hard wood floor-they were the ones with wild cherries on the back
I took your hand-glanced at your face again
I kneeled on your bed-on the yellow and white blanket I had bought you for your birthday
my legs were spread-I lifted your hand and placed it against my sex
manipulated your fingers-humped the palm of your hand
I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen
when I molested you in a drunken haze
used your body to reach my first orgasm-covered your limp hand in my juices
my tongue cleared away the evidence
you awoke stiff and coated in my saliva
I hid my face in shame and learned to control my moans
while I masturbated in my room to the memory of your skin

Marking Resistance

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 03:00:53 GMT

A mark of resistance, the line that bifurcates my heart
and clefts my soul, joins in opposition the war within
as it sears my thoughts for you. Flesh unmarred by your passing.
Eyes vacantly looking inward, hoping to visualize a complete past.
Movements fraught with indecisions have lost fluidity or grace.
There was a place that was whole, full of forgiveness and laughter
now caustically mocking the present. I stand, swaying
in the cool night air, aware of nothing else, waiting
for a breeze strong enough to sweep me off my feet
into a far flung future. The body spins around
this central axis. The line that has pierced me
embeds me in hard dry earth.

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 16:06:27 GMT

Penis Envy

I love to touch myself
to cup my sex in the palm of my hand
to feel the heat that radiates
through the white cotton briefs
that lie beneath my frilly skirt
my finger slides in along the edge
I ignore the slick folds I find there
my finger traces the bulge
the hard cock that is dripping with precum
I imagine the hardness that should be there
that nature has deprived me of
I scratch my nail along the thick vein
on the underside of my cock
grip it in my hand
my hips pump forward
thrusting into my hand
my thumb rubs the head
teases the slit as it oozes
I bring the finger to my mouth
dart my tongue out
its wrong
the taste is all wrong
the throbbing between my thighs
angers me
I hate my body
the curves-the softness
I adjust my skirt
smooth it down over my knees
ignore the wetness that coats my briefs

Wednesday, 7-8

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 03:42:42 GMT

Hush, now, beautiful one
Breathe easy
And lie here upon the pillows
Our time is short, this interlude brief
But my desire knows not the tick of the clock
Nor crow of the cock
Indulge me now
And soar
Give me again, what only I’ve ever known
And only, ever, I will

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 22:20:31 GMT

The sun dives under willow trees,
The dappled shadow
Blots your limbs.
I paw the
Fallout from twirling leaves;
You curve beneath,
Meniscus skinned.

In a shady corner of a city park,
We read until the letters blended
Seamless with the dark.
The distant drone of traffic pulsing down a road,
I packed my book and held my thoughts;
With you, I counted early stars

Silence strung our hands,
Our hips, your lashes closed
Beneath my lips.
Crystal whispers, breath
Lost to the hungry ether.
Delving slow
We clambered
Through our form and matter,
With the moonlight
Crashing in.

Sat, 25 Jun 2005 14:18:13 GMT

This is a poem I just wrote based upon a couple of
people's suggestions and one person's request.

It's is VERY sexual in nature and rather graphic
though I use NO profanity and nothing obviously lude.
I have to say this is probably one of my best works.

I hope you enjoy it...

Passion's Wake

almost like theater seats
the head stones line the horizon
tonight the moon can not break through
the torrent covers this place

I see that form walking through the gate
her hips swaying to the beat of the rain
and her head bent like a lioness
seeking out her evenings prey

let me find your embrace and make it mine
she is hungry for the embrace of my lips
let me lay my body down in your arms
her body is hungry for the passions I hold

From the small of her back my hands slide
as her lips trace their way down
finding every button and every lace
until I am completely undone

Her lips are on me breathing me in
as my hands slide around her hair
take me in and tip me with your tongue
reach down and suckle me my mistress

for a moment she enjoys my flavor
and I her lips as well as the rain
as her and it both pour down on me
and envelop my mind, body, and soul

Oh the pleasures I find in her lips
as I dip my hand down and grasp her
taking her head in my hands and thursting
pushing myself deep into her warmth

Now I am ready Love
Now I am here in this place with you
I can enjoy our moment and breath you in
for you are the one I desire

Gently she finds her way
almost like a painting of her atop the stone
her legs slightly parted and the water
runs down her breasts and creates her outline

Let me taste you
Let me linger here
Let your legs fall over my shoulders
and let my lips find you again

Her flavor is that of roses
and her scent of lust devine
Her sweat is hidden by the torrent
but her body it reveals beneath the rain

Her cries are muffled by the crash
as the thunder echoes our reply
and Her body clenches and twists
as her first tremmor goes wildly by

for a moment my eyes glide up
and simply enjoy her body in the moonlight
hands finding their way around her
undoing every botton and lace

Her layed back on the stone
and I before her legs trembling
we glow together under this clouded night
gleaming from the torrent that drenches us

Slightly I enter her and slightly she cries
as we come together in our pleasure
Ever so gently I burry into her
and feel her warmth cover me completely

Her body moves like a dancer
who glides across the floor with grace
her eyes are the finest porcelain
and her breasts are drawn from marble

in the dark like fine towers of ivory
I move her legs and pull them up
resting on my shoulders she gives me a smile
as her eyes roll back and her lips give forth a sigh

This vision of her pours through my mind
the rain beating forth an ever lasting rhythm
oh her warmth and her softness are devine
and her passion is a dream I can not shake

My hands find her hips as I pull her up
and over I move her and bend her hips
pulling too once more I find her warmth
as I lay myself inside and grasp her hips

Her head jolts from the impact as we come together
Her cries echo with the thunder
as they turn from barely audible
and become an echoing piercing cry

This porcelain body moves beneath me
and a loud smack and then another
as I spurn her on to push harder
her body trembles and her cries oh her cries increase

The world is spinning as my head reels
and suddenly I feel the surge within
ready to come forth and release me from my pain
but no, she stops me and throws me to the ground

Clouds roll over head like so many waves
and the rain beats upon my chest
Her body once again writhes and moves
and her warmth takes me again

Not her chest I see but the muscles of her back
The round of he porcelain body
meets me halfway down bucking and moving
and bringing her to another larger tremmor

this time, but only this time
her muscles lock and her warmth presses me
and I am found pinned to this wet and soft grass
her being clenched by her warmth

Her soft and gentle sighs and cries
turn to more open and piercing sounds
her voice echoes off of the stones watching
as finally she tenses with every muscle

Her body for only a moment is frozen
and her face is like poured rapture
Her mouth tense but open gives birth
and forth comming is her sirens song of pleasure

This face I see is suddenly glazed over
and her body is so completely lax
as she turns and lays on her knees
and then brings herself up by her hands

once more together we come in this rain
and once more her head racks with my impact
Once more I find that spot where I am ready
and then ... only then ... she turns

As my passion pours out on her
and her lips embrace me the moon breaks fourth
As her tongue lingers on me
and my hands find her hair the stars begin to shine

Now a heap we lay upon this soft and wetted grass
our bodies well pleased and our minds empty
save for the once burning lusts we have purged
leaving nothing but satisfaction in it's wake

I warn you
I didn't edit it for spelling or grammar
so there are probably more than a few mistakes
I wrote it off the cuff and didn't recut
or rewrite or even reread any of it

it's very VERY raw...

Lusciously Beautiful

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 14:55:01 GMT

My fingertips glide over the curve of your back.
your skin smooth and delicate like an angels wings.
Lacing your backside with kisses and nibbles,
desire racing through my body.
Your breasts so high and silky.
Your smile teasing and charming.

I want you as I need you.
Pushing your hips against me and watching my
smile turn to an mischievous grin.
And I flip you gently.
I bow my head and I lick you and taste you.
Concentrating so I can never forget this night.

As I dip my fingers into you,
your back arches and a gentle moan escapes
you full pink lips.
Your eyes are shut as I dive a little deeper.
I can’t help pressing my body to yours as I explore.
Feeling your heart beat against my cheek,
hearing your breath catch as I quicken my pace.

My lips caress each breast tentatively and adoringly.
I can’t get enough of you.
My breasts pressed against your stomach as you rise an fall
thrusting against my hand.
As you start to sweat you began to glow so
Lusciously Beautiful.

I feel the end sneaking nearer and nearer with each moment.
You guide with soft words.
I hold as you hold.
I feel you tip the scale and clamp around my fingers.
Breaths so shallow and almost silent.
I slowly pull my fingers out and bring them to my lips.
Your taste if of divinity and strawberries.

You glide down from that cloud of passion.
You raise your head with that sexy lopsided smile of yours.
Your body is weak from climax that you lay back down.
Your glimmering almond hair bellows out in gentle waves
as you give one last sigh of tranquility.

I lay beside you and we fall into a quiet slumber, smiling.