Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

erotic poetry

  • Lick the Moon

    I want to lick the full moon, let it’s light, flowing white, drip sips into my mouth open wide… How I love you perched hard ‘n’ high! Shower me with your power and make me come alive. Read more

  • Youthful Yearning

    Youthful yearning keeps churning for just a fistful of your energy, fondling my muscles to move, kneading my ass to shake, squeezing me to twist ‘n’ shout “OH, YES!” real loud as you make my earth quake. Read more

  • A reflection

    Your words that voice warmed frigid fingers to flicker light in the dark alone to write: Your face that smile pops up head pulsing stimulation tickle-pricking pure pleasure to shout out a showering EXALTATION! For a moment, I FEEL POWER! Read more

  • Awe

    Awe tastes like coffee, steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe as I swallow a good gulp Awe slips down the throat, and with a pump to the gut rumbling the insides up, giving a swift kick of giddy A rocket to the flaccid brain. Awe is trigger addictive to someone like me, turning darkness to light, I drink… Read more

  • A Musing

    The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment. A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts… I want to eat you like cotton candy, feel your sweetness melt upon my tongue so I can swallow you into my soul, keeping you to… Read more

  • Sun on Ice

    Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you. Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes, Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from… Read more