I could smell her sweet aroma,
From the room across the hall.
It flushed my mind with soma,
Until no longer, could I stall.
Whatever deeds needed be done,
The world would have to wait.
My primal side needed some fun,
time it was to stalk my mate.
I raised my nose up to the draft,
and obtained her sinful scent.
A direction pointed from my shaft,
And so onward I went.
I came into her room to find,
into her P.J.'s changing,
I came upon her from behind,
The beast within me raging.
I wanted to just grab her and,
Take her where she stood.
Instead, with my mighty hand,
I touched as softly as I could.
I caressed her silken, curvy nape-
And continued down her spine.
She then released to me agape,
twas then I claimed her mine.
I carried her into my room,
Her body still undressed.
Her blushes such as roses bloom,
Her skin craved more caress.
I laid her on the bed quite soft,
And stripped myself to bare.
Her heart was fluttering aloft,
When off, her panties I did tear.
Her blush had then turned into beaming,
as I kissed along her thigh.
She could barely keep from screaming,
As my tongue went by and by.
Her savory sweet flavor danced,
further fueling my arouse.
Upon her lovely face I glanced,
through her quivering I browsed.
Her moans the fuel that fed my fire,
Now an uncontrollable blaze.
Both of us drenched in perspire,
My lips traversed her bodies maze.
I kissed a path across her waist,
And too her seething chest.
I did this while reserving haste,
And massaging her firm breasts.
My kiss trail lead up to her neck,
And right behind her ear.
Her tiny hairs did resurrect,
As our passions heat now seared.
From her neck, to chin, to her lips,
Another trail did I kissed,
Right hand grasping to her hip,
While the other bound her wrist.
I gently pushed myself inside,
While she thrived in pleasure.
I used her panting as a guide,
To gauge my needed measure.
Our bodies thrust awhile entwined,
The hours seemed to pass.
No limits to our lusting bind.
With rhythms slow and fast.
For a time we were immortal,
Forever dancing in abyss.
Our hearts omitting endless chortle,
While forever lost in bliss.
I read the signals in her face,
As I try to make her peek.
If must, I will bend time and space,
To get the groans I seek.
When I reach her special spot,
She arks her stomach high.
To see this vision can't be bought,
The pleasure in her eyes.
Her screaming then subsides to pants,
as she tries to catch her breath.
This condition’s known in France,
As named the “little death”.
I give her heart some time to rest,
And poor her some champagne.
When her tingles have regressed,
We start the dance again.
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Author notes
This was my attempt at an erotic poem. Please leave a comment and feel free to be harsh as this is a new en devour for me and I want to learn from mistakes.
Comments
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A Cold Shower Please
The imagery was great in this. I love how it is erotic, but poetic...not vulgar.
It is clear that this is about making love
wonderful
you are too talented to work for someone else, your potential is astounding
Peace,
Carly
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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ahem
ok, let me wipe the sweat from my brow... ;-) I really did like this from a poetic stand point. Very well written and nice flow to it. Good.... imagery... ;-) obviously, being an erotic writing it was exciting as well. haha but i really do enjoy your poems. a wonderful writer indeed.
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I might not get much when it comes to erotic poetry ,but i can say that your poem was great .Absolutely beautiful ! Very detailed and the imagery was really vivid . One of the best poems I've read so far in here .Nicely done !
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I`m not sure what turned me on more,this poem or gingerhalls comment!!
Anyway,i`ll tell you my least favorite bits first,which i dont think sit just right in this great poem,"Into her P,J.`s changing",and "when off her panties i did tear" and "pour her some champagne"...they feel out of place to me.
my best bits,which are pretty much the rest of the poem,so my best best bits are "obtained her sinful scent" and "her skin craved more caress" and "when i reach her special spot".....top rate poem,always a pleasure to read your work,this one doubly so.
Bye.
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hey enoq
i've commented before i think erotica is very hard to write, there's a fine line between it and porn, but you walked this line stanza after stanza, a high wire act, very impressive.
dave
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Thank You
This was definately a fun write.
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Sex tour
Thanks for the sex tour. You seem to know much about pleasuring a woman. -
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nah
Sex isn't pleasing a woman. Cooking for her now thats the trick! lol -
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cooking too?
you got that right brother! -
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Not often
She is the culinary master of the house but I do cook a few of her favorite dishes when she doesn't feel like cooking. The real trick is flowers once a week, and if your good you will get different kinds every time making sure that you personally make each bouquet in accordance with her mood that day.
Trust me not an easy feat!
But well worth the look on her face when she gets them.
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OMG!!! Holy crap batman!
I have to say Enoq, the imagery was captivating to say the least. This is a dangerous poem in the sense that I could feel it...lol...made me want to take a cold shower too. WOW, I think that you have succeeded in every way with this poem, erotic...yes, sensual...yes, EXCITING....YES, It literally gave me chills, nice job here!!!
You kept it erotic without the verbal harshness that sometimes comes with that title, you took the reader by the hand and led me through such a visual journey, that I felt like a voyeur...and I think I liked it!
"Her blush had then turned beaming,
as I kissed along her thigh.
She could barely keep from screaming,
As my tongue went by and by."
wow, ummm...wow.....
"My kiss trail lead up to her neck,
And right behind her ear.
Her tiny hairs did resurrect,
As our passions heat now seared".
OK... the hair on the back of my neck was standing at attention as well, just reading this stanza.
"When I do reach her special spot,
She arks her stomach high.
To see this vision can't be bought,
The pure pleasure in her eyes".
Just reading your take on her reaction was exciting for me, well done, so descriptive!
ultimately this was a great erotic poem, I usually don't read a lot of those type, but if you write more...let me know!...lol...what a great read!
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Great, just great!
After reading Rhetorica's comment I just had to read your comment and now I'm going to have to have another cold shower! -
Thank you very much!
Just day dreaming... you know how it is.
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Harsh my Ass!
This was no attempt my friend; I say you have succeded
With erotic poetry and with what your lover needed
Sounds to me your lovers needs were your main intention
Her fullfillment I would say there'd be no contention
Your words I will have to admit carried such a power
I must now excuse myself...I need a damned cold shower!
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lol
Thanks man. Good luck with the shower =(
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