Erotic Poem

  • Rueful

    It started with a kneading.

    Then a caress.  From hands that

    Sensually sense.  Flesh that

    Needed the touch, trembled.

     

    It brought back memories of

    What was left behind.  For

    Good reasons.  Logical reasons

    That made no sense right now.

     

    Only her senses made sense.  Lingering

    Lips closed in where words became lost.

    Stop.  A voice from deep within yelled.

    But never breached her outside aura.

     

    The touching continued unabated. 

    She returned with gripping.  Nails

    Scratching, hair pulling tension.

    Twisting her.  Moving her.

     

    The to and fro of he and she

    Like crashing waves in a shallow cove.

    Swirling together until they locked

    In mindless, thoughtless, senseful instinct. 

  • Rolling Over

    I always take my cock to bed

    Ready to raise its bulbous head.

    Hoping you respond to my snuggle hug.

    The feel of your skin in my caressing hand

    Brings bawdy blood to my body love,

    Bobbing against your bottom.

    “I’m so tired,” you say.

     

    I must roll over to slow the ballooning.

    End contact with the sensual inspiration

    Of your skin.  I have to withdraw.

    Not rejecting just protecting.

    Another day, I pray.

  • Drowning

    Another Xangan wrote the bulk of this and asked me to help polish it a bit. She prefers to remain anonymous but I’m sure she’ll watch your feedback.

    Drowning 

    A mermaid beckoned me to the sea this day.

    Her beauty undeniable. Her song hypnotizing.

    I could not will myself away.

    I dove into the water

    Entangling my body with hers.

    Sweetness and wonderment,

    Swimming away from the burden of the upperworld.

    She told me to go deeper.

    For a moment I feared for my ability to breathe down there.

    But she laughed

    A musical harmonic laugh.  Teasing and taunting me to go deeper.

    When I began to lose consciousness she kissed me.

    Her kisses gave me breath.

    I followed her deeper.  The water warming my senses. 

    She promised me magical moments lasting forever.

    I inhaled deeply.  A wonderful calm overcame me. 

    Breathing.  Carefree.  A new world of reality.

    Of illusions perhaps.  But a wonderful, magical miasma

    Filled my soul.  Breathing dreams with my angel.

    Reveling in the comfort underwater.  I had become a siren.

    For how long I could not tell.  Forever perhaps.

     

    She warned me about resurfacing

    Like a mother warns a child.

    The sun would burn my tender skin.

    Gravity would collapse my legs.

    Stay with her and leave the upperworld behind.

    * * * * *

    After a time, I dreamt of resurfacing.

    The desire to return grows,

    The magic of the underworld fades.

    Nothing against pescetarians, but I’ve had my fill.

    Yes! A filet mignon cooked Pittsburgh style ought to do the trick!

    I pry the seaweed from my hair and ascend to the known but unknown.

    I’m frightened. Aware of the abuse, betrayal and abandonment that awaits me.

    Where the days become so complicated.  So raw.

    I remember the sensitivity of my mermaid.

    Knowing that I can return to her when I am hurt.

    Does that knowledge make the world easier?

    Addiction haunts my life in the upperworld,

    Calling to me.  The power of illusions.

    * * * * *

    The ocean deceives the eyes,

    It’s surface hiding the activity below.

    So, too, does the heart.

  • Manipulations

    It was a manipulation,

    Just using my hands.

    Her naked oiled body lay before me

    Having already been smoothed by my palms.

    Right now both my hands lay between her legs.

    Open, inviting.

    One hand with fingers deep inside;

    The other washing over her puffy lips

    Rubbing the skin back and forth.

     

    Her body moved in waves.

    Her back arching and falling.

    Her breasts rising,

    Her legs opening,

    Her head rolling slowly side to side.

     

    I enjoyed watching her swollen nipples,

    Rise like the mountains once rose in the west.

    Seeing her stomach quiver,

    Her hips move involuntarily,

    Capturing the rhythm and tension of her stress.

    My hands floated with them.  Attached.

    A part of her constant movement.

     

    The manipulation.

    The tiny sensors were touched.

    The fingers inside drove a little deeper,

    Circled and withdrew.

    The fingers on top were in control.

     

    I moved them along her folds.

    Up along her lip and down against her clit.

    Pacing with her hips,

    Feeling her legs open wider,

    Offering all to

    My manipulations.

     

    Suddenly, time was compressing.

    Her movements more rapid,

    As were mine.

    Her breathing more unpredictable,

    Hungrily grabbing the air.

    And my fingers would surprise as well.

    Thrusting or squeezing

    Just once

    Then twice

    Between manipulations.

     

    Her body arched and froze

    My fingers thrust deep and fast.

    Her entire body squeezed into her middle.

    I grazed her clit.  She screamed.  More clit.

    Focused, fast, careful, delicate, tiny exploitations.

    More screaming.  Gasping.  Body wrenching.

     

    My fingers, my palms continued,

    Until her tide began to subside.

    Great crashing waves.

    Each smaller than the last.

    Time slowed and was swallowed.

    Fingers withdrawn.

    Palms moved over her body

    Soothing her yearning for a cuddle,

    Pressing breasts, placing my face on her stomach.

    Her hands cradled my head.

    Her fingers sunk into my thick hair.

    My eyes watching her

    Catching breath, smiling lips, grateful eyes.

  • Submission

    I am in one of my submissive sex moods.

    Very susceptible to suggestion.

    Won’t you please take advantage of me?

    Do you think me less masculine

    Because I want to serve you?

    I would be glad to sit on the floor

    By your feet.

    My head in your lap.

    Inside your lap; your legs open.

    Or would you prefer to have me

    Massage your back.

    My hands gently rubbing your naked skin.

    Servitude.  Do with me as you wish.

    Use me as your boy toy.

    For just today.

    Tomorrow I will return to that other world

    Where I will be in charge.

    But for today, I am yours to do with as you please.

  • The Beach

     

    Your body amazes me

    Your smooth soft warm skin.

    Your curves excite me.

    Your lady parts entice me.

     

    I put my cheek against your flesh

    To feel the electricity between us.

    My moist mouth presses warm kisses

    Along the length of your form.

     

    I touch you softly

    Palms and fingers sensing your energy.

    I worship all of your body

    But relish in the response of your sensitive parts.

     

    I lay you naked on our nude beach

    Put suntan oil all over your body

    Let the world watch as I rub lotion on your breasts

    And through the thin hair of between your legs.

     

    Would you mind if we drew a crowd watching

    Your Tshirt over your face

    My hands all over your body.

    Let them watch.

     

    Let them watch while you arch your back

    Feeling that special tension as I pet your pussy.

    Gently running my fingers through your lips

    Trailing one fingertip across your clit.

     

    I adjust the Tshirt

    It still covers your eyes but lets you peek beneath it

    Men standing in the sand also nude

    All pointing at you.

     

    I reach across your body and rub your shoulder and down your arm

    My arm brushes across your nipple.

    I repeat this a number of times.

    Your hardened nipple bends and pops with each passing glance.

     

    I take a little more oil and drip it on each nipple.

    I use just one finger on each to rub it in

    Around in circles.

    You moan as the men move closer

     

    I ask the men to create an opening where the sun can come in

    And shine warmth on your body.

    They gladly oblige

    One asks if he can take pictures.

    “OK” I say.

     

    More men join the crowd

    And a woman is allowed to move to the front.

    My fingers are working on your nipples

    You lift one leg in response.

     

    Placing my hand on your inner thigh

    I push it back down

    And move your legs apart

    I begin to spread oil over your lower torso

    And upper legs.

     

    You are moaning regularly now

    As I slide my hand between your swollen lips

    My finger moves up and down your slit

    From clitoris to the opening of your pussy.

     

    The men move closer.

    The picture taker takes close ups of my hand

    Flicking your clit

    As you arch and moan.

     

    A man asks if he can masturbate his come on you.

    The men have been exceptionally quiet.

    “OK” I say

    They all move closer

     

    You lift the Tshirt to see better

    And there are men all around

    Holding their cocks and

    Jacking off

     

    I move my finger lower to your opening

    As you replace the Tshirt.

    I press my finger against the ridges of your opening

    Rimming the orifice

    Pulling it open.

     

    A man asks if he can lie between your legs

    And eat your pussy

    “OK” I say.

    He jumps down and lays his nude body between your legs.

     

    You see his long blonde hair

    And caught parts of his young nude body

    But never saw his face

    Which is now engulfing your pussy.

     

    I turn my attention to your breasts

    Moving around to straddle your head

    Leaving more room for the masturbators

    Your naked body fully exposed to them.

     

    The man eating you is voracious

    Licking his saliva all over your labia

    Hid hand presses against your ass

    Lifting it

     

    His tongue finds your clit and

    He takes your little nub into his mouth

    You feel his lips tighten around it

    And he begins to suck on it

     

    Rhythmically sucking your clit.

    His lips ride up and down.

    His fingers have penetrated you

    They push deep inside you.

     

    Your hands reach down and grab his mane

    Fistfuls of blonde curls to hold him tight

    And let him know

    How much you love the sweetness of his kiss.

     

    Your stomach is splashed in warm semen

    You hear many of the men grunting

    And become aware of your own lust filled noises.

    You are loud because nobody cares.

     

    More splashing semen

    A new man dives down in the sand

    To suck your toes and rub your feet

    My hands are press and cup your breasts.

     

    It is hard for you to concentrate on any of these

    Just the blonde young man continues to massage your clit

    In his mouth

    And run his fingers quickly in and out of you

     

    You feel his fingers slide through your opening

    His lips jacking off your swollen clit

    Fingers hitting something inside you

    You grasp and pull his hair

    Semen hotly raining on you

     

    As you fall over the edge

    Arching twisting

    Held helpless by my thighs on your head

    Blonde head on your center

    A man pulling on your legs.

     

    You scream again, exploding.

    I remove the tshirt from your eyes

    As you watch a thick crowd of men still

    Masturbating over your naked body.

     

    Your blonde hero soaked in your juices

    Lifts his head and smiles.

    You wonder how a boy so young could get so good.

    “Let’s take our young blonde man home” I said.

    “OK,” you whisper.

     

     

  • Dance

    Dance with me

    Sweep me away

    With arms around

    Tightly wound.

     

    Make me dizzy

    With delight

    As we skip along the light.

     

    Send shivers down my spine

    Putting rhythm in my hips.

    Bring moisture to my lips.

     

    Close onto me

    Two bodies as one.

    Pressing, messing, expressing

    Sweating, bodies petting.

     

    Dance with me.

    Until we are two exhausted.

    Sent away.  Spent

    Until another day.

     

  • Your Clit

     

    There is not a sound except that

    Of the flickering candle.

    Quiet, calm, cozy.

     

    You lie on the bed

    Your naked back displays its

    Slopes and curves.

     

    I tell you to relax, receive, enjoy.

    Receive this gift of hands in celebration

    Of who you are.

     

    My strong hands begin the massage

    On your shoulders and neck

    A gentle massage.

    Soft kneading; smooth gliding.

     

    Down your back I rub.

    Then up again

    Smoothing soothing strokes around your edges.

     

    Swift soft caresses down the middle of your back

    Across the broad muscles of your buttock.

     

    Touching the backs of your thighs.

    One hand along the length of each leg.

    I move slowly.

    You feel each of your nerves awake as I pass.

     

    Kneeling between your legs now

    My thick hairy thighs press against

    The inside of yours.

     

    Massaging each of your legs.

    Two hands on one leg

    Moving up so that the edge of my hand

    Penetrates your intimate space.

     

    Just grazing that warm moist space.

    Just touching it.

    Feeling a drop of your moisture.

     

    Moving higher

    I push my palms against the roundness of your rump.

    Thumbs work their way between your mounds.

    Tips passing through your crack.

     

    I lower my mouth and kiss the small of your back

    And each dimple beside it.

    Why do I love this special curve of yours so much?

     

    It’s time for you to turn over.

    I place my hands on your forehead and brush your face

    Ensuring that you close your eyes.  Relax.

     

    I kiss your cheeks

    As I cradle your head.

    The roughness from my beard

    Scrapes your sensitive skin

    Softly.

    The heat from my breathe

    Fondles your ears.

    The feathery hair on my chest

    Tickles your breasts.

     

    I want to make love to you

    With my hands and my mouth.

    To watch you enjoy it.

    I want to revel in your pleasure.

     

    I stroke your shoulders lowering

    My lips to your nipples

    Sucking on each

     

    My fingers trace below

    Your waist.

    Reaching between your legs,

    Petting your wisp covered bush.

     

    My face draws lower

    My mouth joins my fingers.

    Wet lips. Licking tongue. Hot breath.

    Surrounding your nether region.

     

    Fingers penetrate crevices and holes.

    Poking.  Prodding.  Awakening unknown places.

    Feeling you up and down.

     

    I hear your hard breathing.

    I sense your muscles tense.

     

    Rocking with you

    My hand rocking pushing you

    Fingers buried deep inside you.

    My mouth covers your lips

    My lips uncovers my tongue

    My tongue moves around your clit

     

    Do you like that word?

    Clit

    Do you like me to suck your clit?

    Do you want me to tickle your clit?

    I want to tease your clit

    To wet it

    To rub it so gently

    And so quickly.

    Your clit.

    My tongue.

     

    I will suck it.

    I will lick it.

    Let me kiss it first

    With tight lips surrounding it.

     

    Your clit.

     

    Until you arch for me

    Cum for me

     

    Pushing fingers in deeper

    Finding your g-spot.

    Rubbing the very edges of your g-spot.

    My fingers fucking you

    Faster and faster.

    My mouth sucking your hard stiff clitoris

     

    Cum for me now

    As I suck on your clit

    And rub the edges of your g-spot.

     

    Cum

    Cum hard for me

    Let me hear you scream.

     

    I feel you clit throb and your pussy pulse

    I hear your gasping scream

    I love to feel your orgasm.

     

    I want to make you cum again.

    I want to make you cum again.

    Can I?

    Can I service you again?

    Can I?

     

    So I know you are not done yet.

    As I lift your legs

    Placing your knees over my shoulders

    I feel your breath relaxing.

     

    Lifting you see my face dripping

    With your own juices

    My hands reach around and under your thighs

    My hands find their way to your breasts.

     

    They fill my hands as I squeeze them slightly

    My hands slide up surrounding each of your hand nipples.

    Holding one I lick the nipple around its rim

    Feeling each bump against my tongue.

     

    My body continues to move up slowly

    Bringing your legs with me.

    You feel my torso

    Pressing the back of your thighs.

    You feel your ass lifting.

    You feel your sex

    Is open to me as it has never been before

    When you are alone.

    Spread, lifted, wet and dripping.

    Wanting my manhood to fill your cavity.

     

    You gasp as I slide into you

    Like two puzzle pieces we fit

    My cock is buried inside of you.

    We’re one.

     

  • The Kiss

    It is sunset and a dim light

    Surrounds the room. 

    Soft music plays.

    .

    The first kiss.  Warm, soft.

    Two bodies held closely.

    You surrender.

    Your spirit flows around me.

    .

    Squeezing your breasts against

    My massive muscular chest.

    Strong arms surround you.

    Embrace you.

    .

    Lips delighting, quivering,

    Becoming more frantic.

    Faces, cheeks, electric skin connecting.

    .

    Wet warm breath

    Down the nape of your neck

    Sinking lower, rising higher,

    Finding the opening to your ear

    Among the guardians of soft long hairs.

    .

    My hands move to your shoulders.

    I step slightly away,

    Moving your loose clothes

    Off your shoulders,

    Slowly down your arms,

    Over your anticipating breasts

    Bunching your dress at your waist.

    .

    We move to the bed

    Gracefully, gradually.

    Hugging and kissing as we move.

    My leg lies between yours

    My hands gently surround your face.

    Warm hands sculpting your beauty.

    I anoint each of your features

    With soft caressing kisses.

    .

    My lips move lower

    My palms press

    The smooth flesh

    Of your neck and shoulders

    All finding their way to your billowy mounds

    With their sensitive tips.

    .

    Hands grasp one while

    My tongue spreads moisture

    Over your nipple.

    Lips and tongue attentive

    To every bump and the sides of

    Your growing bud.

    .

    My leg presses between yours

    Sliding across your mound

    Dipping into the crevice of your legs.

    You unbuckled my pants as you moan

    Responding to a tingling

    That started with your nipple  

    And is working its way around

    Your torso.  Finding its way to

    Secret places.

    .

    Our now naked legs slide

    Against one another,

    Sending sparks between our thighs.

    Our bodies rolling, tossing, thrashing.

    Heavy breathing and moaning

    Manifests our growing lust.

    .

    I pull your dress off and everything else

    I find separating your naked body from me.

    You do the same. 

    .

    As you pull my jersey over my head

    I slide down between your legs.

    My face in sensitive flesh

    Where you recently removed hair.

    .

    My arms on your thighs, my hands together

    Near the presence of your sweet swelling lips.

    My fingers slowly part your folds.

    My tongue finding the recesses

    Along your slit.  Probing, prodding.

    .

    I press my face into you.

    My lips against your lips. 

    Kissing.  Suckling kisses.  Wet kisses.

    In different places, moving around

    Your upper thighs and lower pelvis.

    Finding the ultra-sensitive non sexual crevices

    Where your legs meet your torso.

    .

    We’ve done this before.  You can relax.

    Your hands move between grabbing handfuls of sheet

    And

    My short soft straight hair

    Cradling that object of your pleasure.

    .

    I move my arms under your thighs

    Lifting your legs.

    Kisses move around the backs of your thighs

    Onto the very bottom of your cheeks

    Finding their way in between.

    My tongue licks the space between your front and back entrances

    Tantalizingly close.  My breath

    Heats your backside.

    .

    Larger licks along this length

    Bring your rim in contact.

    Grateful moans.   Unbelieving groans.

    My tongue wets your rim

    My breath blows it cold.

    Alternating warm and cold.

    Wet and dry.

    .

    One arm under both knees

    Pushing to your chest

    Opening up your backside.

    My tongue and my fingers work together

    Making it hard for you to distinguish

    The manipulations of each.

    .

    Returning to your main entrance,

    I slowly lower your legs.

    Kisses lead the way.

    Digits poke your entrance

    Rolling around its gateway.

    Opening it, awakening all of its nerves.

    .

    My lips surround your little nub

    Running up and down

    Moving its hood

    Creating some suction.

    Then, a flaccid flat fluid flapping

    Against its underside.

    .

    You scream, “Oh God.”

    Anointing me with special powers.

    Powers that create, manage and manipulate

    Your pleasure.

    .

    Licking you slowly while you want more.

    Taking time to feel my fingers penetrate deeper

    Roving around inside your canyon

    Slipping along places

    Drawing deep muscular responses.

    .

    Teasing, tormenting, changing attention

    From one sexual center to another,

    When a longer focus on one would

    Bring conclusion.

    .

    I delay.  I play.

    You twist and grab and moan.

    I feel you grab handfuls of my hair.

    I look up at you and know

    You no longer know who I am.

    So lost in your own lust.

    .

    I know you are ready

    Focusing my tongue on your clit

    My fingers rotating in and out

    While circling inside.

    .

    You start to come.

    Arching your back.

    Thrashing.

    Challenging me to stay with you.

    My mouth closes on your nub

    I kiss and suck on it.

    Your movements pull and twist your body.

    Like a rodeo rider my lips hang on.

    .

    My fingers feel you gush

    A small shower in your chamber

    Releasing a unique freshment.

    .

    You buck on the waves of orgasm,

    Until your clit can stand no more.

    You push me away, desperate, laughing.

    “Enough!” you shout.

    You think it is over.

    .

    You are wrong.

    I lift my torso over you.

    Planting my cock at your swollen entrance.

    I slide in without difficulty

    And begin my rhythmic movements.

    .

    You are offering your vessel to me

    In gratefulness.  In a moment of completion.

    .

    My torso is so much larger than yours

    My neck is over your face.

    The hairs of my chest rustle your shoulders.

    .

    My weight bears down.

    You nipples pressed inside your breasts.

    .

    You cannot move.  Overwhelmed and

    Overcome.  You love the helplessness.

    You feel your moist tunnel respond.

    .

    Rhythms of hips, pounding of prick

    Deeper inside you.

    Your arms wrap around my upper body.

    Our lower bodies moving

    Together. 

    .

    Your legs open wider

    Your feet lift.

    The penetration goes deeper.

    My speed increases.

    .

    You begin to orgasm again

    As you rock your pelvis.

    Your heavy breathing

    Is interrupted with gasping.

    .

    I stab you deep and hold it.

    Gushing.

    You feel me leap inside you.

    .

    Your hands lower to my tight ass

    I rock hard a couple of times before another

    Stab, gush, hold tight.

    .

    Your arms squeeze me low and high.

    Easy thrust, another gush.   Perfect timing.

    .

    My mind rolls over while my body stays on top

    And waits for my cock to withdraw itself.

    Kisses.  Gently falling away.  Sleeping soon

    As I move beside you.

     

  • Teen Threesome

    Two boys kissing sweetly
    Naked hairless chests
    Tasting lips softly entwined.
    I thought when suggesting strip poker
    That it would be my soft blue lacy bra
    That would draw attention.
    Yet as I watch in my underwear
    These two lean bodies press against one another,
    Bulges showing in their briefs,
    I am as surprised as they,
    And almost as excited.