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Click hereA curve,
fold of flesh,
silken skin
over firm muscles.
Gasping for breath
as bodies writhe
against searching
fingers.
Your soft
wet tongue
runs across
my own soft
wet cavity.
Exploring,
discovering,
waking up to
a desire
stolen away
by the day
only returned
in the dark.
Moans escape
lips buried
in secret places,
as we play a game
invented centuries ago.
A bead of sweat
makes a path
along my flesh
as it runs
over my gentle curves,
mapping a course
as it finds my body
like you have done.
Heat spreads
from between my legs
out
out along nerves
into the air
forming waves
that crash over me.
I drown
in pleasure
breathe it
deep inside me,
your mouth to mouth
brings me back
into your arms
where I belong.
the trail it runs. . .very inspiring.
I love the tangles feeling of this read, so many things happening at once, as it should be.
Very nicely done.
My very first read on this site...woohoo.
:)
Jin
All the curves and themoans were hot enough, but the poetic climax, which appeared at the last stanza, threw me off balance as well. CPR forever.
I experienced shortness of breath while reading "Climax," especially in the verse mentioning nerve endings. Thanks for reminding me that I have a pulse. As the orgasm plateaus, I would've liked to see elongated lines, but, hey, we don't all cum the same way. Cathartic!
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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your poem is a delicious sliver of quiet ecstasy. i particularly love the lines:
waking up to
a desire
stolen away
by the day
only returned
in the dark
you deserve your E....you have a marvelous voice and clearly, even when you whisper, you know how to be heard.