- Erotic Poetry
- A Great Morning
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A Great Morning
The rain is falling gently,
waking me from the fog of my sleep.
My body moves against the silk sheets,
bring me instance pleasure.
My hot body writhers against the feeling,
as the sheets wrap their arms around me,
but then I bump into him.
The heat of our bodies meet,
causing a sizzle of pure bliss.
I rub up against him like a cat in heat,
moving my hands from his strong square shoulders
to his dimples right above his muscular ass.
He rustles in the sheets, coming out of a slumber.
He turns towards me and he opens his eyes.
Our eyes meet, both growing in intensity,
an intensity of lust and passion.
His hands wonder over my body,
exploring every hallow.
His touch makes me shudder,
the pleasure sends heat coursing through my body,
causing me to become soaked.
He moves first, wrapping his arms around me,
pulling me towards his perfectly sculptured body.
Our bodies press tightly together,
his cock presses against me,
pushing itself against my wet mound.
He dips his head down,
bringing his mouth upon mine.
His tongue parts my lips,
stealing into the hallow deeps of my mouth.
Our tongues duel and dance.
A sultry tango erupts as our tongues twist.
I give in to him, my lover.
His power over me grows as his magical hands move over me.
He pulls me closer, grinding his body against mine.
His knee parts my legs, spreading them wide,
he looks down,
seeing the glistening juices between my legs.
Then with one powerful thrust, he enters me.
He fills me.
The he rides me, causing a friction between us to grow,
a pleasure sweeps over us both, causing us to go faster.
His firm, deep thrusts enter my body, and fills it up until,
with one last thrust, he explodes,
shooting into my tight, wet folds.
His orgasm starts mine,
my body shaking as the orgasms take me over.
After the shaking stops, I lay against him.
Catching my breath, he steals it away,
kissing me with his beautiful mouth.
We lay in each others' arms,
falling into a deep sleep once more.
- COMMENTS
vrosej10over 13 years agoI must say I loved the opening image of this poem. The sensual delight displayed in the sheets was very original. In erotic poetry, it is hard to be original.
buttersover 13 years agoThe rain is falling gently,
waking me from the fog
He rustles in the sheets, coming out of a slumber.
stealing into the hallow deeps of my mouth.
A sultry tango erupts
Catching my breath, he steals it away,
they make for more eroticism than the rest of the write, which tends to fall into the clichéd ruts so often populated by those writing erotic poetry. 'sultry tango' and 'hallow(ed) deeps' show you have an ear for the erotic above well beyond the swollen bulges, tight wet folds and glistening juices.
