erotic poetry

inspiration for more

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Instead of a jaw clench, I twist and bite my bottom lip. No more downturned scowl! I have a cheesy, pink-cheeked grin now. Lungs suffocating to finally breathing even when life’s challenging, that’s what you’ve given to me.

What you may not know is that I have a light behind my lids where you walk in the door, and you look into my eyes when I touch your skin…a moment that strengths my soul, inspiration for more.

I don’t know what we’re doing, I don’t know if it actually means anything to you, but you make my eyes smile so tight with pleasure that the corners become wet.

I wish I could tell you tonight that I dream of running my hand over your skin, learning you as you feel my hand move, a game in which we both win…

Oh my fantasy, that’s what you do to me. I want someone I can’t have, but who drives me crazy.

Imagine

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My subconscious created a scene, unbeknownst to me, and delivered it in the form of a dream:

In a large room filled with people at tables of three facing a chair in the center of a raised stage (I sware the room was more like an old classroom).

With people mingling, volume increases to deafening, until a door opens with a whip-snap, closing mouths, silence resounds when you walk in and over to me, tears streaming down my face I’m so happy to have you in my space.

You lean to kiss my cheek, but despite the world watching, I take my opportunity and pull your lips to mine, yet with a gengle nudge, you separate just a touch from the tip of my nose, and slowly you watch my eyes beg…

Then, unabashedly you explore my full-pout lip with your thumb and your tongue, until our tongues gain a rhythmic tempo of sips, slips, and slides, and I feel the power of your passion entering me as a lightbeam  that then lifts us upward upon a cloud, our bodies lying down, and you see the flaws, the scars, and you keep kissing me deeply, while I moan, squeezing you to me as if I’ll never let go.

I just gotta see it again

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Immediate impulse

Swelling with hot pervasion

sparkler-tingles juicing me up

in my center, I hold my breath

I just gotta see it again

Oh, I growl, a craven sound,

“I want to eat you now!”

My eyes close imagining

my lips planting a kiss

on the supple skin

of your left dancing hip…

Hand over my mouth

a bit of drool coming out,

for I stop myself slow

Immediate impulse

Licking the phone

(Sorry, I don’t know how to share the adorable clip picture thingy of riding a mechanical ‘bull’ but a hot corn dog! I shit you not, it got me in a funny way that I’m struggling to ignore with an “Oh! I love you!” Yelled out uncontrolled, lol…I crack myself up sometimes 😅)

Ok so here, this helps to calm me as my theme music when life becomes overwhelming (from an absolutely adored album & my music league entry for round of 7min or longer:)

Piano Concerto No. 1

But, of course this is followed by one of my favorite love songs of all-time…a dedication, if I may be romantic and bold

lend your love to me tonight

Funny how my brain works.

seek & find

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I giggle, so damn tickled,

rolling hot, feel you fall

into my sweet spot,

teased tense, I clamp down,

and your hip beat slaps

my sweet, sweet spot

bam-bam-Bop

up…up…up

with a cherry POP!

But we don’t stop!

From my valley

to your rock-top,

together our possibilities

exploding inside my mind,

urging more seek & find…

You are my Srircha in this life;)

Sriracha

(Looking for a soup ingredient song, for music league is back on…this cracked me up, had to share, lol:)

Actually submitted this song…

Chicken and Dumplings

Per music league rules, of course, technically, chicken and dumplings are in soup too.

Nailed It

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I don’t know how, but you hit it…

No, I must say, you nailed it,

and it gets better each time,

in the rhythm a powerbeat,

your mouth, wisdom pounding

my own heartbeat, a breakthrough,

blowing melody in my sweet spot

through the saxophone sounding

a triumph awaiting our final coming

together we’ll fondle excitement

dance ourselves to empowerment…

All day, again and again, I bite my lip smitten by all the ways I can envision playing a game called “Sweet Spot” in which I suck all your sweets as my favorite treats.

(Reality readers: Wow, so easy to love this new track, to go sneak off and do it again and feel the energy that flows through my whole body as I listen (my naughty making my appetite so much more of a lustful  craze-crave, but I know I MUST behave!!!

Oh, how I long to play…

Funny, kid in bed and him in the garage, I’m alone on a Saturday night again. But, that’s ok, I’ll just pull out a little friend, who lights up my dark by showing me a door that opens me OUT of my world 🚪;)

Sweet Spot

My Pickle

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I have a pickle.

It’s not an ordinary pickle.

Yes, it’s long and hard.

Of course, it’s bumpy and green.

But, my pickle smells funky,

like a skunk dancing with a flower in the rain.

Cradled in the palm if my left hand,

a pointer-push to gently plug the tip’s hole…

empty, the shaft waits…

Until, from a right-hand flicker,

the flame ignites, and I suck

a mouthful of a gracious spirit

through my pickle, filling my soul

to maintain a smile, alone

with my Sunday friend,

the only one who always leaves me satisfied in the end.

proclivity

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My proclivity

eats my sanity,

to the point

I want to scream.

I feel a little devil within.

He tells me things!

It’s true! Naughty ones

between me and you,

lips rambling truth

plant together lovers

engaged in passion:

tickles, licks, nibbles

necks, chests, legs

down, up, back

slide, slippery wet

bouncing high

a fuck-fabulous

bed-banging ride

again and again

in and out, walls hot

oh, Oh, OH! I mount,

hard-cocked relief

pounding, moaning

I become a beast

sex-starved too long

I want more!

I want to do wrong!

Please, drill my core!

Fantasies whispered

only to me, we try

everything you need,

I fulfill YOUR dreams…

warm inside

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Brain sweltering, heat melting me,

a tornado following me incessantly,

tearing at my seams, all as I’m drowning,

OH! So parched, and I slip my fingertips

to wrap into the thick grooves of clay,

addiction carved out waves,

mind dancing with a dream,

reality lost (my SELF almost not caring),

tongue extended, longing,

dry-salivating for a drop to come down,

so I tip – tip – tip – TIP…Til

the rim sits just above my open mouth,

tongue out suspended,

wiggling with such want

I realize (shaking a hand full of empty)

syrup stuck to the bottom of the cup

There, your eyes peering through at me,

tempting my taste buds to bloom

my opening wide, warm inside.

Inspiration: E.E. Cummings

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The first poet who got my goat and really made me want to teach and write with a different kind of poetry is E.E. Cummings.

Years ago, I bought myself a small book called erotic poems e.e. cummings to spark some needed inspiration, but failed to find a spark let alone a flame of spark to build the desire.

For the first time I opened it today, needing out of my head in a big way, looking for inspiration that isn’t…Anyway, this is honestly the very first poem I read:

Layers of Beauty