Everyday Erotica

[boomer177]

It's in the pauses....

Hardly everyday erotica. Thank you, Lyricalli.

 

[Lyricalli]

Hardly everyday erotica. Thank you, Lyricalli.

Thank you for the nice comment.

 

[Angeline]

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.

 

[NjoyIt]

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

 

[champagne1982]

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

 

[Piscator]

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

Good morning to you too!

 

[butters]

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

 

[Trixareforkids]

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[butters]

todds n trixie - these last 2 are damned sumptuous

 

[butters]

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

you've taken this to a new level, tods. congratulations!

 

[Sinseria]

you've taken this to a new level, tods. congratulations!

I completely agree with Butters ...excellently written!!!

 

[todski28]

you've taken this to a new level, tods. congratulations!

Thanks you

I had messages from trix and lyricalli, helping out with this
m glad their comments have helped the edits.

 

[todski28]

I completely agree with Butters ...excellently written!!!

Thankyou.

 

[Lyricalli]

Thanks you

I had messages from trix and lyricalli, helping out with this
m glad their comments have helped the edits.

If you'd like, I can help you edit this, too.

(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.

 

[Piscator]

Washing dishes
I can't help but remember
that old commercial
and wonder if
my hands will be soft enough
to caress your softest places


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzmTtusvjR4

 

[champagne1982]

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.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Damn Champagne, that is a tasty piece!

 

[Piscator]

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.

trussed, stuffed and a delight to feast upon

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

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.

Thankful indeed!

 

[butters]

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.

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!

 

[Lyricalli]

Ditto what they've all said above. Yum!

 

[Lyricalli]

Damn... now I'm really hungry again! Must be because it's nearly midnight.

 

[Trixareforkids]

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[Lyricalli]

You guys are on fire in this thread, lately.

 

[Trixareforkids]

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