- Erotic Poetry
- The light goes out, ...
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The light go out, it's very dark.
But hands and lips and tongues are blind.
They need no light to strike a spark,
They touch and fondle, kiss and find,
Her nipple stiff, his cock is too.
Their fingers know just what to do.
With moans and sighs, they want much more.
He sucks her breast, his cock springs free.
Her head drops down, she is no whore,
But what she wants is obviously
To suck his cock and have for him,
To lick and suck her juicy quim.
Somehow they stop and get all nude,
And then return to do it right.
Her lips around his cock are glued.
He wants to lick and suck all night,
But then he comes, and she does too.
They wanted more, but then were through.
- COMMENTS
leBonhommeover 10 years agoAuthorGlad you liked it. I didn't like that word either, but it rhymed.
"The higher the religious position, the less guilt after the act."
Priest, bishop, cardinal, ...?
erectus123over 10 years agokeep in mind "to cum" is different then "to come"....not that it matters as long as you do. Also, I must protest that your condescending remark about "whores" hurt me to the quick, where ever that is located? Who can say a bad thing about whores? They make man's life a dream, albeit a wet dream, and what's so bad about that? Morality has no place in sexual activity, unless you are having sex with a priest or priestess, then it is hard to withdraw, I guess. But still worth the effort? Here is food for thought. The higher the religious position, the less guilt after the act. So it is best to only deal with the higher ups, in what ever position you prefer, although sometimes one should compromise if the position is uncomfortable or reminds one of a whore....
leBonhommeover 10 years agoAuthorOh, you are right, no question, and your poems are better.
I'm just having fun, trying to rhyme, letter for letter;
Weak on emotion with dirty metric feet.
With Tristesse, sadly I cannot compete.
GuiltyPleasureover 10 years ago....before so here goes agian...It's nigh on impossible to compose a rhyming erotic poem. This one would be a good fit if Hallmark dabbled in porn cards. It is very likely erotic to others - but not to me. Sorry. I did vote though.
