- Erotic Poetry
- We Need a Room
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If and when a room we should find.
I would do some naughty things that have been on my mind.
First your clothes would have to come off.
Then I would tie your hands with a very strong knot.
Next I would cover your eyes so you could not see.
This would heighten the experience and you have to trust me.
Then I would have you roll to your chest.
A hot oil massage I would give to you next.
Deeply I would kneed the tension from your back.
My ultimate goal would be for you to relax.
You now would have to flip over to your back.
So I could straddle your face and you could have a little snack.
But only for a moment would I let you taste me.
By now you realize I am playing like a tease.
Now that I am ready to move between your legs.
There I would find your cock hard as it begs.
Contemplating now what to do next.
Im sure to do something I love to do best.
In my mouth is where it will go.
Licking and sucking it ever so slow.
It's time for the next task at hand.
I think I have held out as long as I can.
I'd climb on top of your rock hard cock.
Fucking you wildly until you begged me to stop.
- COMMENTS
snurfalmost 20 years agoYikes... This IS hot! I love the use of poetry - so often gentle and mysterious (as in some of KinkyKaren's other work) - as a hard, aggressive form for those times when 2 people just need to fuck so bad! This poem really brings through the lust that can emerge between two people. Karen - let's get a room together!
WindChymeabout 20 years agoI like this a lot. It is very playful, fresh, open, childlike, free-wheeling.
But the words "cock" and "fuck" strike me as all business.
In the flow of this poem, these words are sort of like tripping on a slightly raised square of concrete when you're out for a walk daydreaming. Their tone seems a little at odds with the feel this poem had for me.
