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Click hereSoft lips dancing across my skin,
teasing, causing me to quiver,
stroking hands lifting me higher,
hungry bodies, clutching, mindless,
tangled, heated, wildly trembling.
Gasping beneath you, shuddering
in ecstasy, I cannot breathe!
Igniting fires, my belly tight,
arching upward, feel my madness,
No. Please don't tease. I need you now!
Clinging tightly, melding at last,
groaning, sighing, biting your flesh,
entwining, moving, ancient dance,
giving, taking, breathless whispers,
hearts pounding, thundering wildly.
Eyes closed, shivering, climbing,
wrapped around you, locked together,
higher, almost... going crazy!
Deep within, beginning to surge,
spreading like flames, coursing through me.
Panting, gasping, squeezing tight,
driving further, rushing, racing,
needing, wanting, pressing onward,
grasping hair, seizing, demanding,
exploding, collapsing, smiling.
I mean this is one of the most intimate poems I can remember. Not only in terms of the subject, but in terms of the language. You are drawn as a reader to an increased intimacy with the subjects by the intimate details, there is no way to claim cold neutrality. What is the TV watching all about?
After such a poem the poet should get temporary restraining order –too hot to handle; too seductive to resist.
I'm just liable to attack and seduce the first guy I see... and you'll be held liable..haha.
She's blowing off steam these days and just getting it out.
My advice, I'm afraid. Actually she's a wonderful writer. In better circumstances her work is terrific.
Nicely done imagery of a passionate session yet lacks impact, most likely due to gerund overload. Set in front of the TV and it has the same impact. You want to pull your readers in.