- Erotic Poetry
- He Fucks Me Gently
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He is way out of bounds, as he quickly makes his rounds, my tortured heart just pounds.
He holds the hottest burning candle, it is more than I can handle, my pain is his
greatest scandal.
He ties my limbs and heart, as if he made chart, he chains my legs apart...
He fucks me Gently...
Endearing as he speaks, and reddens both my cheeks, its crimson that he seeks.
My voice is but a mumble, around the ball gag I stumble, my cries are more than humble.
Watching it hardcore, I wait for his implore, "Such a lovely whore."
He fucks me Gently...
His love is way too bold, as I beg, my words untold, my soul awake but ever cold.
He knows the Master's worth, as my wet is his to birth, he splits me with his girth.
Never softly does he enter, he is my greatest mentor, He fills my empty center,
He fucks me Gently...
In orgasm I will bask, as I near the time to ask, he denies my greatest task...
He frees my mouth to hear, my sobs of needy tear, his pleasure is my greatest fear...
I beg him for release, please Master, my wetness will not cease, please fuck me without lease...
He fucks me gently....
Blood rushes to my head, as he inverts me on the bed, my ass is violently spread...
I beg him for reprieve, I just can not conceive, what I am about to receive...
Please do not enter there, I cry out as I despair, and as he grabs my hair...
He fucks me gently...
I pray he will forget, the reason for this debt, I have learned and I regret!
He hears my pleas of guilt, the repent that he has built, and spears me to the hilt,
It is then that I am granted, the butterfly implanted, my orgasm is enchanted,
He fucks me gently...
When the mattress is too wet, my body covered with his sweat, at last, I have paid my debt...
He holds me in his arms, displaying all his charms, and soothing my alarms,
As he rolls on top of me, my soul is warm and free, and in the answer to my plea...
He fucks me gently...
- COMMENTS
Sapphire_Oalmost 17 years agoYour poem tells its story well. I enjoy repetition and pattern and you have used them effectively. Thanks for sharing.
Why are people telling you to write ghazals? Clearly they do not understand ghazals. Ghazals are image-rich leapings, celebrations, allusions, traditions, drunken revelries, and communal symbologies... not patterned narratives. Sorry, but that just irked me.
goliathtameralmost 17 years agoAuthorIt was not submitted that way. Yesterday, I am quite sure, I would have noticed if it was like that. Puzzling.
twelveoonealmost 17 years agoProbably good advice to "read what you can about the GHAZAL form." Other than that some of it is forced. But what the fuck, it is about fucking. I am curious as to why Gently is capitalised, and than not.
champagne1982almost 17 years agoYou maintain a fine rhythm here, not forced or overtly Seussian. (Did you know Dr Seuss wrote adult fiction?) I suggest you check out formula poetry, in particular, since after reading this I'm sure you'll like the form, read what you can about the GHAZAL form. I think it would be a match made in heaven.
