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Everyday Erotica

No, not mine

but I got this book today and am rereading poems that knocked me out when I first read them in college. They still do! This is, to me, beautiful erotic writing.


My sperm is lyre in your blood your
Smell wanders over me like a mouth
You die a moment in my eyes then pass through into
____my heart
Where you live as a drunk
Where you live as that body burnt
Naked by the throes of your whitest name
River carving a deathmask for these words
I paint the features of a face on the head of my cock
But I don't call it Orpheus
Bridge between love and paper between dream and
____quicksand I
You salt tongued to idea abyss' gaze
Our sunglasses broken like a ciao
All of time battles your instant
You lie under cool enormous leaves once the sun's eyelids
Your instant--into which dies mine and eternity's and our's
Sweat bead upon your belly


Bill Knott wrote that.
 
Last Night

I love the aroma of your aroused pussy
It darkens ever so slightly and swells
It glistens and begs to be touched
As your droplets turn to flows

I love when you walk toward me on your knees
Your thighs around my head, so warm and soft
As I explore your wetness and it drains warmly down my face
Your thighs clutch my ears and the moans escape your mouth

You ride my face in your own erotic world
Eyes closed, riding and applying pressure
I want all of you all your runny warm cum
You release and I drink it all in

The aroma, the taste, the feel on my face
You settle and sit fully to my muffled delight
I slowly start to clean from the inside out
I swallow and want more and you don't disappiont
 
Wet and already aroused
in not quite dawn our spoons
hiss in nestled rustle
and realize each other
before you glide slippery
from dream to day time
reminding of vigorous remnants
of last night when even pain
was less important than fit

Press deeper and find those bruises
that ache in delicious rhythm
of strokes bumping to an end
over and over pulling me
through sleep into coffee
kisses tasting of sex and bed
before grinding across the sheets
and opening the door to awake
 
champagne1982 said:
Wet and already aroused
in not quite dawn our spoons
hiss in nestled rustle
and realize each other
before you glide slippery
from dream to day time
reminding of vigorous remnants
of last night when even pain
was less important than fit

Press deeper and find those bruises
that ache in delicious rhythm
of strokes bumping to an end
over and over pulling me
through sleep into coffee
kisses tasting of sex and bed
before grinding across the sheets
and opening the door to awake
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Good morning to you too!
 
You are a delicious distraction,
like having your favourite snack on your desk
and you cant seem to help yourself

A whisper and a world away
I dont know but some how you
caught me in those little whispers and now,
now I know how truly wicked your tongue can be
You dont need excuses
just someone to touch the right buttons

when your's pop up
when they do I'll be sure to give them my best
tongue lashing.

till then

You can wait and
You will
because that moment will be mmmm,
when true cravings come
from insatiable places

I can reach them
I can,
But patience
gorgeous
because release is all the sweeter
when want
builds to need
and the only need you have
I will fill
 
step slowly in
one foot at a time
toes kissed by fragrant foam
the silky heat of creamy water
raising follicle and nipple alike
glide gently down enamel's slide
enveloping the senses as hair floats
glistening bubbles find ears
wavelets lap at cheeks and ease
with deep familiarity
'tween thighs
no place hidden from fingerless soothe
of the scented creature that is bath
pulse makes itself known
wherever the mind allows itself to travel
along arteries to capillaries
each breath caress of sighing lungs
each bead of sweat on forehead
a tiny pool of life
buoyed and held, eyes close
body and mind adrift in sleep's warm seas
tasting dreams
 
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cider slides silky smooth
cold beads on bottles edge
the glass perspires
the smell of thai food inhaled
its scent lingers on fingers
clouds the air
eyes closed as sweet meats
tantalize

I smile a small smirk
as she picks the first round of music
in her short shorts that cut a high V that teases,

my hands knead her delicate neck

somehow as night moves on
and song blends with next song

our lips collide
space dissipates
we are one

we sink our roots in moist soil
the itch of desire scratched into
the bedpost
and hammered into the wall
 
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your form was designed
to consume the likes of me
to take all that I have and turn it
into beauty
metamorphosised into more
than I can be alone

you, malleable, bend and take
more than the lust
I ache
to fill all that you are
with all that I am

I know it's a lot for you to bare
slender of frame and delicate
gentle curves,
devout in swollen softness
I intrude and feel like a thief
there is a strength in you that grips me
firm, intense
and I find it is you that has stolen me

I can see in your eyes that
we hold each other
on the cusp
of profound visions
crying out to a god, any that'll listen

or even in this moment
able to create our own in the joining
of our limbs,
these brittle words
held together by the strength in my arms
as you hold together around me
stretched tight I cling
to the first
S
C
R
E
A
M
you cry out
grasping to the edge
where vertigo threatens
the dizzy breaths
and I howl
as if you are the moon
 
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How deep is your poetry?
I asked in wonder,
my voice a baritone whisper
that seemed to slick down
and slide to her,
she led me into its depths

to race me to the water's edge
to lap at its swollen banks
i watched her writhe
on me, with me
shudder to her own rhythm
speaking in foreign languages
whilst cursing the night
and singing songs of passion

a siren that echoes the beat
that pounds at my temple
the drips of sweat that
run down valleys and curves
natural crevasses cut on her skin
like Appalachian mountains
or a volcanoes stream

where insanity is art
and her fingers paint raking red lines
across my back
she bites my neck
now she is Nosferatu shrieking
damnation at the skies

finally she is the north wind
blowing heat from the valley
summers scald on skin
she gasps for air
heats heavy oppression has stolen
her oxygen

And no damn wonder
the depth of her poetry is fathomless
for she is poetry
and i have only read
the first verse
 
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todski28 said:
How deep is your poetry?
I asked in wonder,
my voice a baritone whisper
that seemed to slick down
and slide to her,
she led me into its depths

to race me to the water's edge
to lap at its swollen banks
i watched her writhe
on me, with me
shudder to her own rhythm
speaking in foreign languages
whilst cursing the night
and singing songs of passion

a siren that echoes the beat
that pounds at my temple
the drips of sweat that
run down valleys and curves
natural crevasses cut on her skin
like Appalachian mountains
or a volcanoes stream

where insanity is art
and her fingers paint raking red lines
across my back
she bites my neck
now she is Nosferatu shrieking
damnation at the skies

finally she is the north wind
blowing heat from the valley
summers scald on skin
she gasps for air
heats heavy oppression has stolen
her oxygen

And no damn wonder
the depth of her poetry is fathomless
for she is poetry
and i have only read
the first verse
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you've taken this to a new level, tods. congratulations!
 
todski28 said:
Thanks you :)

I had messages from trix and lyricalli, helping out with this
m glad their comments have helped the edits.
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If you'd like, I can help you edit this, too. :D

(Damn phone!)


I'm pleased that something I said helped you get this where you wanted it to go. You know I love this one.
 
Canadian Blessing

Mellow tones slick my skin
like butter, like oil I rub
over this dinner, this meal
I roast in thanks
for this pleasure you lick
along my neck.

The heat tingles
and picks at my face
like the sun baking
the desert, like your desire
for steam to rise and fill
your senses.

I salivate in anticipation
and you satisfy completely.
My want, my desire, my lust
all celebrate with a song
of thanksgiving that we share.
 
champagne1982 said:
Canadian Blessing

Mellow tones slick my skin
like butter, like oil I rub
over this dinner, this meal
I roast in thanks
for this pleasure you lick
along my neck.

The heat tingles
and picks at my face
like the sun baking
the desert, like your desire
for steam to rise and fill
your senses.

I salivate in anticipation
and you satisfy completely.
My want, my desire, my lust
all celebrate with a song
of thanksgiving that we share.
Click to expand...

trussed, stuffed and a delight to feast upon
 
champagne1982 said:
Canadian Blessing

Mellow tones slick my skin
like butter, like oil I rub
over this dinner, this meal
I roast in thanks
for this pleasure you lick
along my neck.

The heat tingles
and picks at my face
like the sun baking
the desert, like your desire
for steam to rise and fill
your senses.

I salivate in anticipation
and you satisfy completely.
My want, my desire, my lust
all celebrate with a song
of thanksgiving that we share.
Click to expand...

Thankful indeed! :)
 
champagne1982 said:
Canadian Blessing

Mellow tones slick my skin
like butter, like oil I rub
over this dinner, this meal
I roast in thanks
for this pleasure you lick
along my neck.

The heat tingles
and picks at my face
like the sun baking
the desert, like your desire
for steam to rise and fill
your senses.

I salivate in anticipation
and you satisfy completely.
My want, my desire, my lust
all celebrate with a song
of thanksgiving that we share.
Click to expand...
all of this tastes finger-licking good, champs, but mostly the opening stanza/strophe/verse! wow! slides off the tongue, down the chin, to be licked up from the neck. more than a mouthful, a meal fit for thankslit-ing!:kiss:
 
champagne1982 said:
Canadian Blessing

Mellow tones slick my skin
like butter, like oil I rub
over this dinner, this meal
I roast in thanks
for this pleasure you lick
along my neck.

The heat tingles
and picks at my face
like the sun baking
the desert, like your desire
for steam to rise and fill
your senses.

I salivate in anticipation
and you satisfy completely.
My want, my desire, my lust
all celebrate with a song
of thanksgiving that we share.
Click to expand...

I intone a thanks
hands clasp yours
as this bounty,
slick with oils
aromas waft and scents shift
to all those things I wish
to eat,
to devour
to sink my teeth into

to tear at flesh
and let its juice sit
to savour it on my tongue
to gently drive my fingers into the breast
and tease it from the bone
sandwiched between delicacies

lick the last morsel left on my plate
to have you taste the sweet
that you have created
the bounty you have spread

I am full to the brim
satiated

but we know later
we will both indulge
in a midnight snack
 
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Damn... now I'm really hungry again! Must be because it's nearly midnight. :devil:
 
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