Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

Mourning Mist

January 18, 2026

creative writing, erotic poetry, love letter, romance

Missed you are,

I have to say.

Mourning mist with

my eyes closed

wet by my cry…

Now, You I find:

Droplets glisten

on lustrous skin

newly cleaned

Just for me!

I drink a lick

from your neck

teeth massage

as you slide in

slow pushes, long

with kisses, caresses

spinning me round

atop Your cock

a bounce to hop

You in and out,

up and down,

Your hand guiding

my ass rock,

I arch You deeply

fitting you keylocked

COMPLETELY

an eruption we build

fucking each other

HARD, HARD filled

PUSH, OH!

PUMP, OH!!

YES! OH, OH, OH!!!

How I want to hear

You cumming inside,

moaning in my ear!

I must confide.

(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening. I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening,)

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Upload my Shame

January 16, 2026

erotic poetry, love letter, midlife crisis

A thought late at night keeps me awake, so here I came to upload my shame:

You are my favorite fantasy,

And, my worst nightmare.

You’re a flame I love to fuck with,

But, I feel the burn of you.

I can never look. I can never touch.

Some nights the yearn slow crawls

Between my legs, through my core hole,

Stirring tickles into the story of my soul.

Left alone, I wonder if you’re full

Or like me separate from fulfilled…

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Darker Still

October 20, 2025

erotic poetry, love letter

Your lips           my skin

Oh, Love!            I want

to feel               your tingles

tickle me           once again.

I need                you in me!

Pop up                 my head…

You slip.               You slide.

I open                myself wide

I let you                come in

play around          but then

in the end        down you came

Tongue lashes        help me

atone for               my sins:

An angel                in my

DEVILISH              MIND.

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Innocence to Sin

April 7, 2025

erotic dream, erotic story, love letter

Oven HOT,

baking again,

handmade icing

SLOW dripping

down my fingers,

my tongue licking

palm to tip

to clean the drips,

in my mouth

the WHOLE digit

I sticks,

sucking the sweetness

with a tongue-

scrubbing wipe

to end with a silent

swallow-swish,

and while savoring

the flavor, a moan

vibrates my lips,

eyes roll CLOSED,

OH…OH…OH…

You pop in,

turning on my tongue

till you POP OFF!

My eyes again OPEN…

Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.

“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.

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Blunt

January 7, 2025

erotic poetry

rolled thick

PERFECT

between

my lips

You sit

quiet

waiting

to be lit

then,

Sucked

in HOT

my window

steamy

mouth dries

creamy…

swollen sweet…

dreamy.

Oh, how

I miss

Your taste

on my tongue!

OH, how

I long.

(To You: Do you recall the time I picked you up in Downtown Chicago? Under a bridge, parked on the side of the road, you in my…well, to be blunt, you made me fly high in that memory;)

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OH, how

January 1, 2025

erotic poetry

I dream

of your chest…

watching

you dress

in my bedroom

after sex,

muscles tight,

your movements

making my eyes

hypnotized…

inside I’m dying

to grasp

your thick thighs

as you enter me

again

and again

and again,

oh, oh, OH,

how I need

You now.

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I tell myself…

December 5, 2024

creative writing, love poetry, romance

Just a sip, a lick, maybe a bite

of you that’s what I’d like,

I tell myself, often at night,

as I lie open, phone light

deepening my dark eyes,

I love you in the muck of my mind.

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A Sunday Spoon

July 16, 2023

romance

With YOU a Sunday Spoon, that’s what I’d like to do…

You’re behind, holding tight my cup, while I finger your long spoon,

Sweetness covers my sour tongue melting my mind to addiction!

(To YOU, love: Like ice cream in the southwest desert, I dream of you creaming me into a mind-freeze;)

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