- Erotic Poetry
- Fuck Fever
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(With apologies to John Masefield, my Inspiration but not my Muse!)
I want to meet in the woods again
I want to caress and to kiss,
And squat upon my haunches for you
I want you to watch me piss
I want to bare you my breasts again
My nipples erect and so pert
I want you to suckle my tits again
Suck them hard, until they both hurt
I want you to take 'adult' pics again
I want to pose saucy and nude
I want to be erotically charged for you
I want to put you in the mood
I want to bend over your knees again
As you gently stretch my cheeks wide
I want you to massage my sphincter
And gently probe me inside
I want you to stare as I wank again
And spread my legs akimbo
I want to moan and groan and gasp
I want to be your bimbo
I want you to brandish my vibe again
And make me beg for more
I want to plead "Cum for a ride" again
I want to be your whore
I want to stroke your cock again
And brush him 'gainst each lip
I want to lick his girth and length
And suck upon his tip
I want you to pull down my knicks again
I want to show you my wares
I want to spread myself wide for you
Freshly shaved, with no pubic hairs!
I want you to fondle my slit again
See how I'm juicy and pink?!
I want you to rub against my clit again
I'm ripe for a fuck don't you think?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 15 years agoI've wasted many hours perusing prose and poetry on Literotica.. Finding and reading this one compensates.
What a fine example of erotic poesy!!!
skip.69over 15 years agoI cannot think of any poem which is so arousing as this. You have excelled yourself with this one, Clarissa. My only regret is that I am not on the receiving end of this poem.
Scorpio44almost 16 years agoI love women who can and do speak their minds. To discover one who can do it poetically is such a blessing. Thank you.
I'll be in the woods at three this afternoon.
Bring chocolate. I'll bring berries.
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoAn enchanting young damsel called Clariss’;
Arranged to meet me in Cricklade for a kiss;
We clicked when we met ;
I made her so wet ;
And now I love watching her piss
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoI can only share the views of the others on here - Lady Clarissa must be the horniest thinking woman on the planet - or in the Universe! Oh to meet up with her in those woods - it would be heaven on earth just pampering her and making sure her every need and wish is catered for! Who knows - perhaps one day I might be fortunate enough. Keep it up Clarissa - and Silence all those lambs!
