- Erotic Poetry
- Our first date
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Our first date
Pick me up at one I said with the confidence of a woman scorned.
On time with that smile and those eyes that caught my soul off guard. See, I noticed your eyes our first meeting in that ridged place I call my daily life.
Your words are so smooth and full of passion. I need you to speak my name.
The edge of the cliff was beautiful. You know I have pain, so you ask to talk. I held some back, but I want to scream out the words that eat away at my soul. I don’t want to blow our candle out before I have a chance to be licked by the flame.
I wanted to tell you the pain I have inside from the breakup.
When you drove me home I had the plan to ask you in, so I did. Your throat was tight, and you were such a gentleman to come in for a drink.
The view is spectacular from my bedroom I whispered. Your beautiful eyes sparkled at the words.
As we sit at my window and stare at the city lights, your hand wanders my back and I turn to face you. You are my demon and my savior all in one. You carry such an unsuspecting burden.
I touch your face and lean down to kiss your lips, so powerful.
My hands search your shoulders for the strength to hold my unsteady legs. My tongue seeks it’s pray. You moan and enjoy my rage. See, I am angry at life and I plan on making you pay for the sins of my torturer. You slide back on the bad and I follow.
My secret is already soaking through.
You are so strong and your shoulders are so broad. Your arms wrap me up and hold me close as I fight to have my way. I want control, or do I want to be controlled…
Your commanding hands seek out my pleasures as my body allows you to take over and bring me to a memory that I have not felt for so long. You whisper that you want to please me, only me. Your time is not tonight.
I am so scared of this pain I have pushed back for only one night.
You lips grace my nipples and I feel the rush of rage come to the surface.
Get out I snap at you. It’s me not you, I stumble over my words.
You smile and your eyes tell me that on our second date, you will not allow this.
I can not wait.
