I love to write poetry. All kinds really. Of course my favorite is erotic. Or at least I think it’s erotic.

I don’t subscribe to any particular method. Don’t give a damn about verse and rhyme. Hells Bells.

Just write it ’til it feels good. Hope you enjoy what I have offered here.

 

DECEPTION’S DANCE

 

I lift my head to see your eyes

Bright blue, wet with need.

Outstretched hand, I take it.

Allowing you to lead.

Whispered words in my ear.

Fluttering softly over my skin.

Shivers of desire, chasing fear.

Lips brushing, tongues tasting.

The hard heat of you hammering wildly.

In tandem our pulses blend.

Resplendent voices rise

My chaste heart lets you in.

The dance is done, laden with lies

My heart sleeps, dancing at end.

 

KISSED BY FIRE

 

What sin may I find this night?

Whose kiss of fire shall sate my need?

 

My center aching needfully

 

My sweet slit flowing its cream.

 

Flames spiraling

 

Ascending higher.

 

Beyond the rapture I’ve known.

 

Flitting fingers caressing my flesh

 

My hollow need be filled.

 

Wanton wet my center

 

Straining against the heat.

 

Lips searing my budded pleasure

 

Tongue licking with ravenous greed.

 

My hips taunting–whetting his hunger

 

That ever aching thirst.

 

Come quench me now

 

My deliverance hastened

 

Emancipate my need.

 

The fire stoked

 

His kiss the flame

 

A swelling heat is rushed.

 

Its fervent rocking raising me high

 

Soothed by fires of bliss

 

An aching purely quenched

 

Lips of fire my sinful savior

 

What recompense be his?

 

My answer sure and swift.

 

Lips of fire shall kiss him now

 

Bringing a sweeter need.

 

My desire for him

 

Our souls to touch.

 

Another aching need.

 

 

 

Touch

 

Can I whisper in your ear?

Sing you a midnight lullabye?

Soothe your heated flesh?

Take you in my mouth?

 

… Tess sighs.

 

Pink tips await the cooling taunt of a tongue.

Thighs await the firm yet gentle touch.

 

…Tess moans.

 

Her cloven inlet moist with hunger.

Her velvet tunnel throbbing with need.

Midnight lovers embrace.

 

Tess whimpers softly and touches herself.

 

 

 

Begin

 

 

The fractured starlight keeps me awake

…and in a midnight shroud I hunt you down.

Roving hands and trembling fingers

… touch your skin so hot and eager.

 

Hot wet kisses rendered

… your nipples peak.

Hands splayed across your chest

… shards of lightning wielded.

 

The river of fire runs straight as an arrow

… settling anxiously in your cock.

Crested riverbanks overflow

… the molten wave unleashes its wail.

 

Unbutton your jeans and let’s begin.

 

 

Afterglow

The fine sheen of our sweat-drenched bodies now cooling

…takes us down.

I fall back on my pillow as your lips sway softly over my skin.

The air filled with the heated scent of our coupling envelopes me

…and I breathe in its fragrance.

 

I feel you withdraw and mourn the loss.

My center now empty I await your arms to bring me close.

My head on your chest, your fingers playing in my hair.

I look up.

Moonlight captures spent lust on your face

…and I basque in its ethereal blush.

 

We kiss.

We smile.

We say good night.