- Erotic Poetry
- Be Moderate Where Pleasure is ...
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Be Moderate Where Pleasure is Concerned, Avoid Fatigue
Copyright © 2004 StaffWriter
Hot sweat dripping from my brow
Sears the cheeks
Of the woman beneath me
My eyes squeezed shut
His perspiration burns
My mouth gaping open
As I cry out his name
I witness the coupling
Of my best friends and lovers
My view unobstructed
While bound to a chair
I thrill to it all from this helpless position
My arms, locked at elbows,
Suspend my bulk
Above heaving breasts
My turgid nipples
Sway to his rhythm
His steady thrusting
Fills me to the core
I squirm as I study
His firm penetration
Her moist cavity,
Its portal distended,
Welcomes him in
My rhythm continues
Fanning desire
As her moment draws near
My eyes flicker open
My vision unfocused
While in my deepest places
I clutch at his hardness
My dampness betrays me
My own body writhing
Vicariously enjoying
The erotic tableau
Played out before me
My tempo increases
Her time is at hand
Driving steadily deeper, I fulfill her needs
Overwhelming sensation
From the junction of our coupling
Crashes upon me
Carries me over the edge
Her face glows in happiness
As he brings her to climax
Rapture becomes her
Her joy leaves me trembling
How I wish I could touch myself
I clasp her trembling body
In tenderness and love
As she slowly descends from passion's great heights
I pull him down to me
His rigid intruder still locked inside
His arms enfold me
As I drift off to sleep
She grabs heavy shoulders
Tugging him closer
I watch them share kisses
Till slumber overtakes her
Her energy spent
I slowly withdraw the source of her pleasure
Gently roll her to one side
Then lift her to a chair
My dreams, they come quickly
As I feel myself carried
With scarves I'm bound gently
My dreams undisturbed
Even in sleep he treats her with kindness
He binds her with scarves but not too tight
I shiver again as I watch him approach me
I melt in his strength as each knot is untied
It's my turn at last, my turn for release
Hot sweat dripping from my brow
Sears the cheeks
Of the woman beneath me
- COMMENTS
StaffWriterabout 19 years agoAuthorI'm not sure of the protocol for adding comments to your own work, but thought the readers might like to know a bit of the background.
This experiment in three voices began while waiting for a fried chicken dinner at Cable's restaurant. I wanted to explore different ways to distinguish each narrator, from number of lines to font attributes to phrasing style, while still telling the story in sequence with minimal redundancy.
Since I'm the author I'd planned to leave the ratings unchecked, but it's a required field. If enough people vote, my own entry won't skew the figures too badly.
Bridget69about 19 years agoVery original structure which simultaneously captures the different observations, points of view and sensations throughout. Nicely done!
Anonymousabout 19 years agoCreative use of fonts, the mind, emotions, and witty desires. Greatly enjoyed thank you
Du Lac~
