- Erotic Poetry
- Swallowing. A Sonnet
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My lips and tongue caress the tender crown
Of his manhood, like a true wanton girl.
Desp’rately, he coerces my nightgown
Open, and finds my dewy, hidden pearl,
Which he delicately strokes. The pause is
Exquisite. Still, I continue my task
With fervor. Soon my thirsty tongue causes
Thick liqueur to flow from his carnal flask.
The warm, salty sip of love’s full measure
Gushes down my throat. Thus, the naughty thrill
Of triumph, and the taste of his pleasure,
Reward my greedy tongue's prodigious skill.
This amorous nectar, this heady bliss,
Is wine more potent than the sweetest kiss.
- COMMENTS
Cliffsnrivers5 months agoCommunication is key - the first girl who ever went down on me was grateful I brought it up and had zero expectations or pressure…..it builds trust.
MargotPayge9 months agoAuthorThank you. That is what I was hoping to convey.
Some women like the idea of letting... no scratch that... MAKING a guy come in her mouth. It is a way for her to assert control and give pleasure at the same time. Others do not feel that way at all. How we feel depends on the sum total of our experiences up to that point.
And for everyone reading these comments:
Talk about it. You have no idea what someone else is thinking or feeling unless they tell you, and even then only if they are honest with you. This poem might be a way to open the discussion.
Cliffsnrivers9 months agoBlowjobs are torture for me.......the feeling is both exquisite physically and mentally. The pleasure changes with the direction of the mouth, tongue....hands. Mentally it drives me crave more on a dangerous level.....I want to press my hands into my lovers hair and guide, press...scream.
The torture comes from years of upbringing....worried I am being selfish...."is she gagging, does she think I'm being too rough....what happens if I cum....she'll hate me if I finish in her mouth"
Your poem paints a love scene where both lovers understand.....the word pearl is perfect......and I loved the adjective "fervor" - as steel said - it paints a wonderful picture.
steelyblue739 months agoEqual parts beautiful and erotic. Words should paint a pretty picture, as this did.
