Erotic or not ........... who wrote what?

25. Piscator

Aubergine
The French expression is exquisite,
fat succulent globes glowing darkly
but if you're looking for length look
to the East, though they lack girth.
Yet the Greeks do it best
sleek glossy globes, rubbed with
olive oil then laid in their bed and
immersed in an effusion of
ripe succulent Roma slowly
simmered with garlic, oregano
perhaps a few chilies, if you like it
hot and then covered with a thick
white sauce béchamel and lasciviously
savoured with a mature rich red.

26. legerdemer


Inspirational

Sometimes, s/he wears nothing, my muse,
though often I have to strip garments in my mind
slide off velvet or silk, satin or leather
take off a garter, undo one or two laces
roll down straps, or maybe suspenders.

My muse is stone-hard, marble-columned,
though not Doric, Ionic, Corinthian, or Tuscan
and definitely not fluted, though perhaps
Greek Erectheum, if you know what I mean.
Ornaments invite my fingertips and lips.

Or possessing sodden flowing creases,
making me tongue-tied, only of words, not caresses.
Soft and yielding, responsive, swelling,
an invitation to all my senses, though scent
touch and taste are so much more important than vision.

My muse, s/he teases, and leaves me aching.

27. greenmountaineer

As the Sun Sets in North Platte, Nebraska

Dearest! what shall we do tonight
in our Social Security home,
now that Christmas has flown
like snowflakes across the Rockies
back to schoolyards and offices in Fresno?

Shall I stoke the fire, strip you naked,
feed you dark chocolate, Lady Godiva?
Shall I pour the last of Stag's Leap merlot
after you painted and polished yourself
and pretend to watch the fireplace glow?

28. AlwaysHungry

Doggerel Style

My lover sought to help me write this poem;
A threesome theme would seem to be a winner,
But for research, we'd need a willing sinner,
And so she brought a lonely colleague home,
Ostensibly to share some drinks and dinner.

Her name is Candace, and her expertise
Is software engineering. She had taught
For years with single-minded zeal, and thought
Her life complete, but lacking the release
Of sizzling sex, we knew that it was not.

And sure enough, she told us as we ate
That even though she found her research thrilling
And academic life was quite fulfilling,
It seemed like years since she had had a date.
We shared a smile; we knew that she'd be willing.

So slowly, as we plied the gal with scotch,
We steered the conversation toward revealing
That we both reveled in erotic feeling.
My lover mentioned that she likes to watch,
And Candace seemed to find the thought appealing.

Our Candace, at the age of forty-seven,
Was trim, with boobs that seemed about to burst
From their brassiere. We ogled them at first,
Then eyed her skirt, imagining what heaven
Was lurking there to satisfy our thirst.

She shook her dark hair fetchingly, perchance
To further spark our interest as we rose
From dining. Time for putting on some shows;
My lover smiled as she commenced to dance,
So slow and sultry, while she shed her clothes.

My lover's movements seem to hypnotize
Our guest, who spent so many nights alone.
She sits with me and lets me hear her moan.
My fingers slowly wander up her thighs;
She opens them to make her wishes known.

My lover, fully naked now and hot
To take things further, comes quite close
To Candace. Inches from her nose
My lover thrusts her oozing, steaming twat,
As deep inside her trembling finger goes.

Now Candace rubs her crotch against my hand,
That hand that trespassed deep between her thighs,
While gazing at my love with pleading eyes
That tell her it would be so very grand
To eat her cunt until she sweats and cries.

My lover, always quick to take a hint,
Reclines voluptuously on the rug.
The smell of her arousal, like a drug,
Possesses me and Candace, and her glint
Of wanton promise seems to tug

Us down to join her. Candace kneels between
My lover's legs, and there begins to feast.
I tug her panties; soon I have released
Her from their silken prison, and I've seen
Her pussy, wet as is my love's, at least.

My pants come off, my rigid cock slides in
Behind to Candace's inviting cunt,
While Candace, bending wildly down in front
Devours my lover. Such a look of sin
Is on my lover's face; I hear her grunt

With randy pleasure, looking in my eyes,
She's watching me fuck Candace, and each thrust
Propels that mouth against her; soon she must
Be cumming, I can hear it in her cries,
And Candace's sweet cunt will surely bust.

The din of satisfaction fills the air.
We pause. My lover rises. In response.
The wicked Candace stands, and struts, and flaunts.
My lover comes beside her, to compare.
She says to Candace, "I know what he wants."

She smiles at me. I lie upon the floor.
They kneel above me, kissing, and embrace,
Then grind their cunts in turn against my face.
It's better than I'd dreamed, please, darlings, more!
I can't decide which one I'd rather taste.

My love impales herself upon my cock,
While Candace rubs her cunt against my lips.
Three lusty moans, three churning sets of hips,
I feel my cum erupt with such a shock,
And then two hungry tongues collect the drips.

29. Magnetron


Blonde Widow

Feet up in the air
toes unfurled
trembling

Lithely legs everywhere
curled around my body
grappling

Gorgeous with extraordinary markings
resembling creature comforts of my youth
having lured me into her lair

Now a sanguinarium
where I fall victim like all the rest
in dangling threads of silky blonde hair

Petite
far from dainty or sweet
uncouth to say the least

in a ravenous rampage
beastily feeding upon each breast
gorging on my succulent cured meat

Living to eat me

Eating me to live

All manner of juices
whatever I had
sucked dry

There is nothing more of myself to give.

30. AlwaysHungry

her waves sweeping out
wet sand swallows up my toes
embrace the breakers.

31. champagne1982


Aphrodite and Priapus

Splayed open and displayed;
an orchid with a bubblegum
center. Chew it, work it
with your tongue and teeth.

Incoherent exclamations shake
plump fruits as she locks
her thighs against your ears,
your head trapped and breath

stopped by the open-lipped
stew flooding your nose
and mouth with a slippery
gush of cunt wetness. Orgasms

at the insistence of an agile
tongue, twisting in an opening
designed for fucking, organized
to take cock and suck it dry.

Spasms squeeze her flesh around
your thrusts to urge your hips
into faster, harder, longer thrusts
and when you can move no more

she rolls her pelvis and sinks
long talons into your ass
demanding your offering on her lusty
alter. This is just a beginning.

32. Magnetron

Plurpefect

I nurbled against herple purple flecked behind
in a retro speckled kind of closely encounterpled
third eye grind
while
in subtle slurples sheplu never declined
snurkled on herple numerous nurples
as
the tentacled hordes of herple cuntulapunta
did langolingle on my well hung bungoldingle
and it was right then that
Oh! Derple derple DERPLE !!
Sheplu gorpingly gurpled my surplemen !!!

It was the end plurpefect to an evening plurpefect.

33. champagne1982


Woman on Man

Bring me that plum tipped treasure
that I may savour all you have tasted
in preparation for this moment.

Let me draw a silvered line of saliva
along the twisted trail your blood
takes to engorge and heat your flesh.

When it gets to be too much for both
of us tug the hair at my nape to close
in on my kisses while gravity performs

magic. When you swirl your wand, hocus
pocus you disappear around that wrong
turn at Albequerque and turn up here.

There is evil goodness afoot and you feel
it in the wet slaps of my swollen heat
while we dance this ritual of affirmation.

34. Magnetron

XXX-Men: Days of Future Perfect Past Pluperfect Presently Banging Your Mama

Yeah, Motherfuckers
I'm that robot, Bender, and I'm back
from the distant future of the Futurama
If you read my smart phone sexts
you'd know I had teh buttsecks
with your aunt, your sister and your mama
Put it to them real good
like no human being ever could
I fucked them every which way
from sideways to Sunday
and if Frankie Blue Eyes were here today
He'd say, I fucking did them my way

My dick is thick
a hydraulic piston that does the trick
and it get's the job done quick

when I stick it in their asses
the womens beg for me to stop
but I keep right on going at the risk of blowing
my gaskets
and the top of their heads off with pleasure!

I'm a sex machine
calibrated to be dated
take me home tonight
prepare to be vibrated
you'll see what I mean
when you switch me on
I can go all night long
unlike that antique model Magnetron

35. UnderYourSpell

There was a young lady with cred
who had lots of fun in her bed,
then tried slit on her tongue
and from very well hung
took a liking for cunting instead.

36. Ashesh9

Poor Emily Doe

There was this Idiot from Stanford
Entitled White Trash Lord
'Stead of tucking Sweet Drunk Gal in bed
Behind Dumpster : he stuck pine needles in her head
Today he's common fodder for each'n every Media e-board .......

37. UnderYourSpell

An old bed
Magnet Ron -----
the sound of springs.

38. Magnetron

Beauty Marked

On my knees
gingerly prepping the damp
soil with dexterous fingers, musing
If only I could prolong this sensation
perhaps bottle it to be kept handy
using it sparingly like a heady fragrance
for whenever situations such as these arose
but then I suppose there would be no more need
for your bourgeoning flower garden of tulips
to bury my bulbs accompanied by wooden
stakes tap-tap-tapped in, marking
your gorgeous body of work.

39. Magnetron

Spluperfectifeyed

You with your predictable disturbing recreation
a sick animal who can't get it through his thick skull
while I get spluperfectifeyed

I've been waiting my whole life for just one COCK
And all I needed was just one COCK
But all you want is for me to suck your COCK
I find myself spluperfectifeyed, spunked in the eyes again
All I wanted was just one COCK
One tiny little innocent COCK
Hoping that the time has come to deFROCK
I find myself spluperfectifeyed, spunked in the eyes again

Why, do you like blowing it all over
My, limited scope of vision
I, can feel it all start burning
I think I'm losing my eyesight
And why, do you like blowing it all over
My, limited scope of vision
I, can feel it all start burning

Can't see now, but you just don't get it
Don't you think maybe you could aim for my breasts?
Why do you always lose control at the last second?
I get spluperfectifeyed
Sticks in my eyelids, begins to burn
I put up with it because you never learn
Don't you think maybe you could aim for my breasts?
Why do you always lose control at the last second?
I get spluperfectifeyed

I dodge left to avoid the stream from your COCK
I fake right to avoid the stream from your COCK
I duck to avoid the stream from your COCK
I find myself spluperfectifeyed, spunked in the eyes again
You think it's really funny, you FUCK
There's no romance in a money shot, you FUCK
Try a face full of this runny snot, you FUCK
I find myself spluperfectifeyed, spunked in the eyes again

Why, do you like blowing it all over
My, limited scope of vision
I, can feel it all start burning
Hindsight is twenty / twenty
And why, do you like blowing it all over
My, limited scope of vision
I, can feel it all start burning

Can't see now, but you just don't get it
Don't you think maybe you could aim for my breasts?
Why do you always lose control at the last second?
I get spluperfectifeyed
Sticks in my eyelids, begins to burn
I put up with it because you never learn
Don't you think maybe you could aim for my breasts?
Why do you always lose control at the last second?
I get spluperfectifeyed

ewww ...
... owww!

But I don't deny you
No baby now, I don't deny you
I never learn my lesson

Can't see now, but you just don't get it
Don't you think maybe you could aim for my breasts?
Why do you always lose control at the last second?
I get spluperfectifeyed

Spunked in the face, right in each eye
once again spluperfectifeyed
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
once again spluperfectifeyed
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
once again spluperfectifeyed
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
once again spluperfectifeyed
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
Spunked in the face, right in each eye
spluperfectifeyed, ewww ... owww!




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40. Magnetron

Time Machine

Build a Time Machine
take me back to the Eighties
when big hair was sexy
everywhere on the ladies
in all the right places

Boys,
you should see the look on your faces
Yeah, I'm one of those girls
who just wanted to have fun
Oh-oh
just a girl who wanted to get

laid in the backseat of a '73 Buick
or a candy apple red Camaro
that certainly did the trick for me
Getting my fuzz busted
avoiding every speed trap
cruising about town
and all the back roads
facedown in his lap
sucking dick

Boys,
you should see the look on your faces
Yeah, I'm one of those girls
who just wanted to have fun
Oh-oh
who just wanted to
Oh, boy
just a girl who wanted to get

Jolly Ranchers at Ben Franklins and
get her jollies watching spandex aerobics
such bodacious babes on the Tube
( that was code for "TV" )
VHS porn was more my speed
Slumber partying, smoking weed
grabbing some boob, finger poking buttholes
First time a chick ever went down on me

Boys ... and girls,
you should see the look on your faces
Yeah, I'm one of those girls
who just wanted to have fun
Oh-oh
who just wanted to
Oh, boys ... and girls
back then
I just wanted to get

into a Time Machine
travel back to the Fifties
when big hair was sexy
everywhere on the ladies
in all the right places

Oh-oh
Oh, shit!
What they say about history repeating itself
must be true

Guess I'll sit this trip out
read that Penthouse Forum
collecting dust on the shelf
maybe grow back my bush
while waiting here for you.

41. Magnetron


Praying for Mary to Come

Rather than request guidance from a saint
to unfetter her from lack of self restraint
these latter days she often prays
channeling a kindred spirit
another supposed virgin
rarely on her knees

genuflecting
in ways that may seem strange to most
you could say
on the verge of sin
enraptured

Quivering fingers dipped into her
chalice delicately offered up
as if held in place by both
a righteous left and right thumb
belonging to hands unseen of some holy ghost

Hear her softly sing

as she moans

almost in choiring,

"Please,
Sister Mother Mary
be one with me
daughter of the Lamb
led to the slaughter
speared on a wooden cross

Your humble servant I am
sharing in your loss
my womb likewise salted
bearing the curses of Lot

Feel my fervent
devotion to your Son
intensely burning

burning white hot
yearning
for His return

Sister Mother Mary,
Will you come for me?
Will your Son comfort me?
Mary, will you come?
Mary, will you
come for
me?!?

Breathlessly
taking the communion
captured with trembling fingertips
a compulsive need to savor it
tongue licking
lips smacking

wanting so badly to believe this
wine was once upon a time water
transmogrified by a carpenter's blessing

poured out from an empty vessel
very intimately
so inappropriately
touched by the hand of God

replenished
when His song was sung
filled with seed
divine enough to conceive
A Savior fit to be King.

42. Magnetron

Sheer Red Panty Delight

My sheer red panties
soft and delicate as rose petal
upscale department store silk
luxuriously smooth
decadent

a second skin

Thighs escaping the lace frills
delight I take in flaunting

Precisely manicured stripe of pubic hair
thrill I get in hinting

Fabric grazing my heated labia
pleasure I receive while strutting

getting myself off on the pole
in damn near every stride

And your wandering hands
reveal their blatant intent
fingers eager to penetrate
the elastic boundaries
slip underneath

Overwhelming
is the idea of grasping
the flesh of this hind end
to draw apart my buttocks wide
causing a sudden draft of air
to rush in like a feather
tickling my butthole
for the explicit purpose
of hoisting me up a few inches further
and bringing me down gentle
with a measure of forcefulness
upon the aching tip of your throbbing
engorged
cock

Intentions, of which
will ultimately
and miserably
fail

I whisper in your ear,

"Keep your hands at your side."

Access Denied

Access

Access

Access

No matter how horny you are
Doesn't matter how hard you try
You'll never get inside
Access Denied

Nothing is going to come
between these panties
and my quivering lips
except for me
Don't care if you're feeling frisky
Forget about living out that fantasy

Denied, denied, denied
I said you were in for a treat
and at no time have I lied
However, you won't be fucking me tonight
through my sheer red panty delight

Access

Access

Access

DENIED.

43. Magnetron


I Was Only Teasing

From where I sat on the bus
applying eyeliner, blush, lipstick
I caught you gazing at me
in the reflection of my compact
Finished, I smiled mischeviously
tongued my lips deliciously
and winked back

I was only teasing

Noticing your interest piqued
I decided to play a game
holding the mirror at an angle
hiking my miniskirt further up
a pair of goosefleshed thighs
Oh, the look in your eyes

But I was only teasing

Gingerly, I uncrossed my legs
spreading them a little further apart
a little wider
farther
until my shaven nether region
was completely exposed

You were on the edge of your seat
anticipating

and still I was only teasing

Then,
reaching down with my free hand
and with the index finger
began searching slowly at first
through the pink glistening folds
until necessity on my behalf
demanded a more ferocious dexterity

Still teasing, teasing, teasing

Eyelids closing
imagining other passengers taking notice
quivering, my entire body
simultaneously warm and cold
unable to collar the adrenaline rush;
this public exhibition culminating
in my rising inches above the seat
cheeks flushed hot with strain
as I forced myself to contain
vocalizing my delight and enthusiasm
by biting down on my lower lip
and I

I

I was

only just

teasing

The driver brought the bus to a halt

Panicked
I adjusted my skirt proper
grabbed my purse
breathlessly exiting
without looking back
finding myself alone on a city sidewalk
unsure if it was even my stop
a bit dazed
lightheaded
the compact in my other hand

Upon regaining a modicum of composure
I checked to see if my hair was in order

and you were ever present in the reflection

still watching me.

44. Magnetron

[ swuck-slap ]
hands full
cups runneth over with buttock
bountiful as you thrust up and
down on my
[ swuck ]
control
there's absolutely none of it
at the mercy of your
[ slap ]
pumped and primed
while you bounce
up and down in my
[ swuck ] lap
feeling as though I'm about to be
[ swuck-slap ]
shot from a cannon
What is her name again?
Was it Shannon?
[ swuck-slap ]
I don't even know
so far from caring
[ swuck-slap ]
ready to explode
at any moment
[ swuck-slap ]
don't even know
[ swuck-slap ]
what the hell
[ swuck-slap ]
my own name is
[ swuck-slap swuck-slap swuck-slap ]
FUCK!

45. Todski28

To you, I am enough


Here you strive for perfect lines
grammar that's grammatically grammarly
primping and preening for the perfect polish

and I
I merely want to touch you
follow the contour of perfection in your lines

and it seems as if my careless throw away words are something so masculine
thick and clumsy
maybe a little lazy
but they are always honest
as I look upon the pristine
gift and beauty in your metaphors

the poetry in your poem
and furrowed brow

I want to stroke such elegance in all its
ethereal glory
yet all I have are these clumsy fingers
and a few honest words
(fuck)

yet you
you let me
touch you with them
as we mesh
the middle ground

dancing in the moth-flap wing beats
in the mirror of each others eyes
heart beats synchronised
as I enter
the depths of your words
and caress their beauty.

46. Magnetron

Arabian Sights

A fetching dancer from Arabia
she was blessed with button, quite the outie
t'was nuttin' in the back of my Audi
compared to her external labia

and I banged my head against the sun roof
when she showed her enormous volta, which
caused me to turn hard left into a ditch
perhaps I shouldn't have tried to get proof

with selfies, hands free of wheel minus care
but who would take me, a lowly chauffer
whose naught but one step above a gopher,
at his word about happenings this rare?

Smart phones are for incredible dumb shits
I'd be dead if she had flashed me her tits.

47. Piscator

Electric Toothbrush Adaptation
OralBee's electric toothbrush adaptation
cumming soon the new sensation
after brushing, after floss
give your nether parts a toss
sleeve for boy and wand for girl
sure to make your tip toes curl
OralBee's electric toothbrush adaptation
multifunction liberation.

48. Magnetron

That's Just Fucking Pluperfect

Satan begs me to recite poetry
while using him each night as a sex doll
He thinks this inspires me to talk dirty
but his thorny butthole makes me howl

Satan, leave me be - I'm masturbating
so I can think clearly, what rhymes with bone?
... er ... umm ... He is impatiently waiting
what I want is him to leave me alone

Love expired, can't take this biz anymore
Crumpling to the floor, I jizz on myself
Satan with key calmly unlocks the door
Emptied prescript bottles litter the shelf

Oh, God - I'm still stiff? What the hell went wrong?
"Viagra!" Satan says, lusting for song.

49. Magnetron

Pulp Perfection

He was an international hit man
a well oiled Glock 9 tucked in his pants
She was straight outta the Crying Game
with Olive Oyled notions of fucked up romance
Together they were quite the pair
a modern day Thelma and Louise ...
... that is of course, if Louise was hung like a horse
and Thelma was a cock slut eager to please

Gone down on each other in a blaze of glory
A tragic end to their love story
Not for lack of trying to stay alive
The fault was because of their sex drive

So insatiable, he fired off a hundred or so rounds
with her mounting him from behind like a stud -

"B-u-l-l-shit!
I've heard this story before,
but there was no tranny involved.
She had a wooden leg! The only mystery solved
was that he died from splinters received
when she used it to peg him in the -"

"Asshole!
Not true at all!
She hadn't a pecker. Not a single ball.
And retained both of her God given legs as I recall.
She had a chainsaw instead of a hand
and accidentally chopped off his -"

"Peckerheads!
What I heard was ....."

Pluperfictional
Pulp Perfection
Stories of sex and violence
penned for the sake of erection
The smut of urban legends
taking on a life of their own
( and sometimes the fantasies of their owners )
Like the farfetched nonsense
you can read at Literotica
written for the sake of boners.