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

[UnderYourSpell]

This thread is just for poems, please put your comments in this thread HERE

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1. Piscator

Pluperfect

A cool crisp spring evening
as I follow the dog out
for her penultimate pee.
Deep violet lingers
on the western horizon
Ursus Major overhead
in the dark sky
as Mars hangs red
almost within reach
a fingernail moon
hangs in the west
glowing darkly
reflecting earthshine.
To the east
a fading comet
moves o'er the horizon,
it's last farewell.
I call my wife and daughter
from bedtime stories
to witness the splendor
as close to perfect
as we can reach.

Later she comes to bed
warm from her bath.
We kiss lightly
then deeply
lips move to breasts
to nipples, then lower
penis presses against
moist vagina enters
slowly, deeply, fully
suspended in a fermata
till familiar rhythms resume
and the pace quickens.

Later we linger
coupled in the moment
as close to perfect
as we can reach.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

2. Ashesh9

Bend over slut
Expose sexy butt
Phut ...phut.....phut
Smack !....'Ouch' ....." Whore"
Oh what a bore !?
Above's stereotyped smut
In no ways sexciting
But for blackmarketing
In back alleys near schools
To sell to adolescent fools
In the wunderland of testosterone
It still finds deep pockets , horny penii
& a commercial Throne !?!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

3. AlwaysHungry

There is a coiled steel spring inside my love
beneath her supple yielding
behind the luscious curtain of her scent

It drives her
restless pulses
tensile fervor

I feed the meter
slip her a token
of my fevered esteem

Her eager movement never quite subsides
day to night, moment to moment
she's right on time.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

4. Piscator

Conjunction

Blue eyes fix on brown,
universe condenses
senses overwhelmed
by your aura.
Face to face,
mouth meets mouth,
fingers caress
your breast, then
hands slide lower,
to encompass your
fecund mons.
Lost within
boundless depths
yet filling them fully,
in pursuit of
consummation.

Later, mirroring
each other in
post-coital lethargy
we drift slowly apart,
until our orbs
align once more.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

5. Ashesh9

The smooth albastered slopes
To be caressed , kissed , slapped
But not subjected to crude gropes
In the valley of Botticellian derriere
Often referred by the Great Unwashed
As a female posterior
From different angles & views
Listen : Breakin' Newz !!
Offers vistas of delight
Taut , vulnerable , tight .......
............smooth , gleaming chrome
Jus' glide your hand over each dome
Squeeze.......
Please.........
Tease........
Release........
Slap .....Spank......Smack....
That delicious awaiting back.....
Then go back to smoothen
Rounded Buttocks....
Angry.....Red.....Heathen
Squeeze Svadisthana chakra
At tge base of your Linga
Inhale Poorna breath
Withold oxygen
....semen
Do not go for le petit death
Squeeze....
Tease.....
Release......
Her Bottomness's Globes do please.....
Then return to marbled back
Slap....spank.....smack.....
Just remember the script , cycle ....track
Heady cocktail of Pleasure'n Pain do serve
Because both of you deserve
Erotica.....
Not Pornorika......!!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

6. AlwaysHungry

While the world was sleeping
we traded brazen secrets
soon I knew
just where you love to be sucked
or bitten
how deep
how hard
and the molten goodness of that place
between your thighs -- what is it called?
Oh, you described for me the taste
until it filled my dreams.
I whispered the dimensions
of your heart's desire,
and all the places it might go, and then

one endless summer day, we met.

Love at first sight.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

7. greenmountaineer

The Stevedore's Wife

"You're as skinny as a rail,"
her Momma always said,
"and the way you do your hair,
you'll never get a man."

And yet she did. His hands were soft,
however wrinkled was the face
that worked the docks as stevedore,
once a seven seas sailor boy

whose muscled arms wrap her in joy,
the sweaty workday battened down
and whisked away; his musk remains
as she lets drop her dressing gown.

Life with him, who is who he is,
is just a dinghy tied at bay,
but in bed she takes him in
where she and her hearty sail away.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

8. legerdemer

The Object of My Desire



There is ... something... about the male body.
Strength. Muscle. Sinew. Furrrrrrr...
The differences in skin - smooth in
parts, stretched taut, hiding power.
The cock, soft or engorged
the testes.... soft and dangly balls
to nuzzle for my amusement.

Do you feel like an object, desired?
Do you smile at the thought of saliva
pooling in my mouth?

I see you lengthen, swell.
You're allowed - nay, invited - to dream
of what's underneath, that which
embraces my secrets.
I bring them to your lips
to share their tangy promise,
then slide, slow, onto surrender.

Your tight nipples beckon - I want to
suck them, bite them
bring out a single drop of blood
then soothe the tender flesh
chew with my teeth.
I am enticed, titillated.
Your flesh feeds my hunger,
piques it
fills my need,
but never sates.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

9. UnderYourSpell

Her breast soft white,
where she held him nuzzling to suckle
at a nipple erect with longing from
his hardness pressed against her thigh.
Theirs were stolen moments
magnifying a need too strong to forbid,
yet still he teased, his tongue between her lips
and a wandering finger tip entered
her most intimate of places
until her dam swelled, burst
and in a moment's inattention
she threw him on his back,
impaling herself, wanton and wanting.
"Oh my love, my love, heaven must be here
and you are my salvation."

 

[UnderYourSpell]

10. Magnetron

Plumperfection

My sunbathing neighbor?
She waggles her rump
in thong bikini glory
believing it to be
the epitome of

plumperfection

Leaning over the fence so as to
conveniently shield an escalating erection
I admire the view

Not sure where she heard
this, but ... I laughingly mention,
"That's not even a real word!"

Spreading her thesaurus
wide open on the patio table
she beckons me with a head jerk
to come inside her backyard
and do her one better

Upon my rather cocky entrance
I tongue my fingertips
flicking through the pages
in search of something alternative
odd sounding and obscure

but
I am unable
to put my finger on
a more appropriate adjective

distracted by
my throbbing vascular system
hard at work
with its pounding demands
and
concern for the welfare of her tanned bottom
how an ounce of prevention
is a worth a pound of cure

She says,
"Never mind
Boy, the sun is hot
Would you be so kind
as to cream me up?"

"Umm ... sure"

and I find that I've got a lot
of time and pure
plumperfection
on my hands

 

[UnderYourSpell]

11. Magnetron
Curse of the Pharaohs

Boners, boners, boners
wrapped up remnants of their owners
Expired pharaohs pound their phalluses
gritty with dried formaldehyde calluses
Embalmed members palmed with tired hands
Quite the moaners who occasionally shout
while gettin' busy on their obelisks
in palaces amidst ancient cities
cursed with the absolute worst
punishment imaginable;
Eternities with their hands full
rubbing one out
wishing to fondle Nefertiti's titties


boners


boners


boners.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

12. greenmountaineer

Tony's Vintage Comic Fetish

Wid one hand spankin' da monkey,
dhe udder one on a bible
come from Tijuana
I got in Nono Alfredo's house
now dat he's wid dhe fishes,

Fongoul! I'm a fool
for dem Betty Boop boobs,
bigger dhan Olive Oyl's tits
who dhinks mabee Popeye's piccolo
ain't as big as Wimpy's is.

And when dhere ain't no Tom, Dick, or Harry,
Betty and Olive, dhey're lezzies,
and dhough Olive likes a clean shaven man,
dhe man in her, whatchamacallit,
boat is hairy.



Tijuana Bibles

and dhen dhere's dhis:

I Want a Clean Shaven Man by Olive Oyl

 

[UnderYourSpell]

13. legerdemer

Lost in the Joy of Sin

I am the joy of man's desire,
thoughts abandoned, body alight,
drawn by lust to your heated fire
enflamed and lost in searing sight

of sinful thoughts, our flesh impassioned
from our wistful sadness fashioned.
We strive to hide ardor, unknown
to our daylight-blinded lovers, thrown

to fates that recall Dante's Hell.
Bathed in sweat, our bodies writhing
lost in pounding rhythm, the bell
loudly chiming out its gloried knell.

Through wet folds your cock is guiding.
Hark, no peaceful music sings
where our wanton flesh is conspiring.
I drink the cum from endless springs.

We share ardor's glistening pleasure
as we've misplaced all wisdom's treasure.
We lead each other with love's own
joys, propriety and modesty unknown.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

14. Magnetron
Superpluperfectified

I propelled myself into the wormhole
it's density tightly cramping about me in
a vast macrocosm of microcosmic spasms

penetrating
deep into the past within the past
of her very last multiple orgasms

fully immersed in this
erogenous zone that was behind her
I likewise passed the point of no return
and suddenly came

to become inside
what I can only describe
as the overwhelming feeling of being

superpluperfectified

 

[UnderYourSpell]

15. GuiltyPleasure

Fuck Me!

Your big, black cock
Your shiny ramming rod
Your chocolate tootsie roll
I want it. I want it in all my holes
Fill me up, stretch me out, pin me down.
Fuck me! Fuck me now. Fuck me in the bedroom
and fuck me on the dining room table, in the garden,
in the car. Fuck me in the ass and fuck my mouth which
drools at the thought. Fuck me from behind and fuck me from
above, fuck me standing, sitting, lying. How I want to grab the hard
shaft, kiss the swollen tip, suck you off, drink your cum, then let you
fuck me.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

16. Magnetron
Paranormal Pluperfectivity

Stuttering Bill thrusts his fists
against Audra's posts ànd still insists
he feels the ghosts of her lovers past
under covers that last he checked
were pluperfect, wet and chill
with their fill of ectoplasmic spill.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

17. GuiltyPleasure

The Art of Joinery

Her braid is thick and glossy
and slowly I tease it free until
her hair falls loose, flowing over
her shoulders in a chestnut flood.
I kiss her long, swan-like neck as she
arches it coyly, eager for my lips.
We stand now, both undressed and
uninhibited, flesh to flesh, warmth
and smoothness. Her breasts, heavy
in my hands, tremble, from desire or
tension I cannot tell.
Hands on those other cushions, I pull
her to me but the thing that she has
caused tries to pierce her belly greedily,
seeking her core in any way it can
as if impatient to be satisfied.
On her toes, she encircles my neck in graceful
embrace and I lift her as her legs wrap me and
the sweet sensation, sliding silkiness as we are joined.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

18. UnderYourSpell

Penis Double Acrostic

Perfectly made to fit various sizes
Elongated for pleasure whether Bi,
Nympho, kinky or even just plain
Intercourse. It's fashioned free
Style and always ready to pop.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

19. Piscator

T-rantosoreass

I'm the real thing slut
B or C rather than doubleD
and five rather than
the ten in your dirty videos.
But I'm on hormones,
sleek and smooth.
with a bubble bottom
for you to kiss
and a hard stick
for you to lick
before I fuck
your fat white ass.
Not long but thick
and you'll squeal
like the stuck pig
you are as you
cross another item
off your bucket list.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

20. UnderYourSpell

With apologies to Thomas Hardy

Around the bed he chases faster
until at last her qualms are gone,
flees from who would be her Master
around the bed he chases faster.
Wondering if he'll out last her
and if his erection'll last that long.
Around the bed he chases faster
until worn down her qualms are gone.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

21. AlwaysHungry

Ministration

You can't hide it from me
but I'd like to see you try
I know it's down there, like a furtive oozing magnet of
celestial wickedness and aching appetite
I can smell you clear across the Milky Way
and soon
I'll swim in your syrup, a torrent so thick,
so righteously spicy, it scares me sometimes
how my world revolves around your clit
and you know it, it's your palpitating glory
it's my beacon of love
In your glistening dell
from which lewd blessings flow.
Take my hottest homage
until it seems like too much
and that dizzying brink
will be just the beginning.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

22. UnderYourSpell

He laid her on his silken sheets
desire in his eyes,
her trepidation turned to lust
his tongue between her thighs.

"Oh Master" cried she, virgin still,
"How do you thrill me so?
"Your tongue tip enters now my butt,
why do you stoop so low?"

But answer none, so wet was she,
he spread her with his dong
and with a shriek her wall was breached
he had no sense of wrong.

She fitted like a velvet glove
each thrust brought forth a moan,
till boiling balls exploded there,
her ass was overthrown.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

23. Lyricalli

The Ice Cream Melted on the Countertop

Splayed in wanton abandon
sundress bunched
at my shoulders
hands pressed above my head

A stray thought
wandered through
wondered if I'd be wearing
bracelets of your fingerprints...

Before I was lost to
the dizzying frenzy
fingernails rasping over skin
the warmth of your lips
the sting of your teeth
my hiss from pinches
given to pebbled nipples
the breathless fuckyesfuckyes
when smacks landed on my eager pussy

You holding me
right there
teetering on the edge
pulling me back
with the softness of your tongue along my lips
my neck
the swell of my breasts
the curve of my hip
sliding slowly
between my lips
flicker across my hungry clit
fingers tease
the epicenter of my ache
my pleas a keening mantra of
fuck me

goddammit

fuck me


Then...
that slow stretch and slide
a tempting taste of relief
for my pulsing need
and I rise
to the stroke of your thumb
the insistent thrust of your cock
wrap myself around you
when I go over
I'm taking
you too

The free fall
is a fury of hips and hands
nails and teeth
you crashing
into me

over me


And I've no idea
when I lost all concern
that the curtains were open
and the neighbors might see

But I think I need
to kiss you hello
like that
more often.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

24. Tzara

From Your Secret Admirer

Your husband's love I've not forgotten
And, no, I don't intend to share.
Mine's simple. Pure. I'm quite besotted
By your fine eyes and lustrous hair.
Your dress, when it's a bit revealing
Quite has me contemplating stealing
A sidelong glance along your breasts
Or your sweet. . . . Well, I'll let you guess.
But don't despair, my love is nothing
That you should fear. I merely wish
It could be more—a touch, a kiss,
The pleasure of you gently blushing—
But that can't be. So I'll just dream,
Write poems like this, and sometimes scream.