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Click hereyou're leering again,
the way you do
when desire drives
away the world
and you hunger
for my flesh.
I love that look.
lust seeps
from every pore.
you the hunter, I your prey.
I pray to see that look sometimes,
call it to mind
when workday worries spin
mundane threads that weave
my life cloth common.
and there it is.
passion painted in your face
you take your place between my thighs
where work cloth is rewoven
into tapestries of amethyst,
lunar-silvered pearl essence,
lust embroidered afternoons.
I am your canvas.
paint your fantasy across my flesh
with quick swirls
and long, slow strokes
of your imagination.
leave me colored by your breath
vivid with your touch.
inspire my desire
with one look
that sexy lustful look.
the one that paints the sunrise
and the stars
This is a good idea but is not as effective as a lot of your work.I think it could be fairly harshly precid with up to 5 or 6 lines taken out altogether.That might produce a more "suggested" than "stated" effect.
Great woman’s touch (or should I say look?) at the intricacies of erotic fantasies. You can teach many how intimate they can be, without loosing their power; how multifaceted they can be, such as best tools to rid off boredom at tedious work place… And the language is so rich and distinctively that of a woman. I just reveled on it: “where work cloth is rewoven /into tapestries of amethyst, / lunar-silvered pearl essence, /lust embroidered afternoons.” Ok, it could be written by either man or a woman, but with all the fabric and the jewelry it’s sounds to me much more like a woman’s voice. A beautiful one.
To read new words from you, but they still conjure up magic for me.
I enjoyed your poem.
My best wishes