Erotic Poetry
2004-09-26
The main lights go out, The dance floor lights come on. The music starts, The fog’s turned on. Women in low cut tops, Cleavage on show. Enter the dance floor, Friends in tow. Glances are met, Moves are noted. Temperatures are rising, Reticence gets demoted. Vision lingers, Pulses race. Curiosity piqued, By a beautiful face. Across the floor, Dancers do glide. Feelings flowing, An unstoppable tide. People are dodged, Hands are ducked. Shoulders hunch, As arms are tucked. Bodies get closer, Personal scents mingle. Bodies on fire, Nerve endings tingle. Finally they meet, Under the lights. Hemmed in by mortals, Eyes shinning bright.
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The beat goes on, The hour darkens. His hand touches flesh, To see what happens. She feels his touch, Brush her skin. She makes a move, Closer to sin. Breath on cheek, Hand on hip. Passion is on, A one way trip. With no rejection, He moves his hand. Pulling her closer, The flames are fanned. She feels his need, A mirror of hers. Union beckons, She grabs her purse. The exit approaches, Into fresh air Both make haste. Down the stair. The taxi rank is quiet, As passengers are dropped. The night is still young, Atmosphere not popped. In the taxi, Mouths do meet.
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Between her legs, Juices do seep. The fare is paid, The taxi heads back. He searches for key, To enter his flat. With mutual assent, They head for his room. He can’t believe, He’s pulled so soon. Next to the bed, They kiss and flirt. His hands slide, Under her skirt.
He feels the gusset, Of her knickers. Fingers roam, Leaving slicker. She groans at his touch, Their tongues meet. Her knickers fall, Around her feet. Her skirt follows, As does her top. She yells at him, Not to stop. He halts his touch, So he can strip. As her fingers, Massage her clit.
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The bed beckons, He pulls back the cover. Lying down, He invites his lover. She lies down, Next to his side. Smiling in invitation, As their skin collides. Mouth on breast, Tongue on nipple. From his cock, Pre-cum does dribble. Intent is stated, Assent is given. Cries of pleasure, As flesh is riven. He plunges deep, As far as he can go. The pressure builds, She’s about to blow. Her fingers dig deep, Scratching his back. She cries out, As muscles contract. He continues to thrust, Riding her waves. Seeking the release, That his body craves. Her body subsides, On a pleasure ocean.
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Her cum covers him, With its lotion.
Desperate for release, He thrusts harder. The smile on her face, Increasing his ardour. He feels the start, Of explosive orgasm. Releasing his seed, Into her chasm. Spent, their fluids mingle, Their bodies held close. Mouths whisper, Meaningless prose. He slips from her, As sleep claims both. Between her legs, Life grows forth.
Obligatory note type thingy. The fuck am I going to do this again! (Not in a hurry at least). I would never have attempted it, if it had not been for that stupid animal alphabet thing on the forum. But no, I had to try it (FOOL!). Which got me thinking (Always a bad thing), “I’ve never tried poetry”. Well, it’s another category abused, so what does that leave me with- Bondage, Gay (male), Ethnic….
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26/9/04 new note: The above was written and posted but lost as SSP was up-graded. Since then I have been unable to post. Sam Part 2 was the last accepted submission, and it was butchered. So this, hopefully, is the restart of submissions. The next will be the re-submission of an un-butchered Sam P2. Fingers crossed.
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