Poems that make you want to drop your pants

[Guest]

Sorry. I'm a pervert, but there are plenty of very good erotic poems on Literotica that I don't believe they should sit there in archives smoldering by themselves.

Like this one for instance:



compromised
by SeattleRain ©

~

last night
he finally gave permission
to bring you into my mind,
through compromise,

he brought you as a gift,
a gift he wanted to watch from the side
being opened slow,
low on my knees, hand through denim
smile and lip bite,
unzip, lift and tumble free

for light kiss tease and breathe in
between, until your muscles weak,
you to knees while he greets

I take more than my fair share, again,

hand and knee crawl between,
my bookend lovers, face to face
a reflection in time's mirror-
he demands only your eyes meet his,
in payment for borrowed lips, tongue
the use of my generous mouth

touch is optional, yet you allow
long hands on strong shoulders
for balance as we seek and
find our collective rhythm
crescendo, fortissimo

marimba mallets played with
two hands down spine
woodwind and trombone
mouth and slide
in low between a

supersonic trio,
squeezed like an accordion
air pushing through with whispered song
up to loud orchestra hit

James Brown demands:
"take it to the bridge"

six eyes close
lift and jump in together
landing tangled,

collapsed and floating down
our collective stream

~~

 

[Decayed Angel]

WickedEve

Posted this one a while ago and it remains one of the most erotic things I have read... ever:


Gently This Time

~*~

moths flutter
between wools
summered beneath my bed.

Just once, you
aflutter,
devouring softly.

~*~

 

[annaswirls]

mmmm that Seattlerain is hot! Do you know if she likes girls?

whoever inspired this story must be quite a prize,

Sorry. I'm a pervert, but there are plenty of very good erotic poems on Literotica that I don't believe they should sit there in archives smoldering by themselves.

Like this one for instance:



compromised
by SeattleRain ©

~

last night
he finally gave permission
to bring you into my mind,
through compromise,

he brought you as a gift,
a gift he wanted to watch from the side
being opened slow,
low on my knees, hand through denim
smile and lip bite,
unzip, lift and tumble free

for light kiss tease and breathe in
between, until your muscles weak,
you to knees while he greets

I take more than my fair share, again,

hand and knee crawl between,
my bookend lovers, face to face
a reflection in time's mirror-
he demands only your eyes meet his,
in payment for borrowed lips, tongue
the use of my generous mouth

touch is optional, yet you allow
long hands on strong shoulders
for balance as we seek and
find our collective rhythm
crescendo, fortissimo

marimba mallets played with
two hands down spine
woodwind and trombone
mouth and slide
in low between a

supersonic trio,
squeezed like an accordion
air pushing through with whispered song
up to loud orchestra hit

James Brown demands:
"take it to the bridge"

six eyes close
lift and jump in together
landing tangled,

collapsed and floating down
our collective stream

~~

 

[arienette]

Yes
by Belegon

Yes.
I do want a place
on your shoulder -
whispering in your ear,
but not as your guardian angel.
I’d rather trade my harp
for a pitchfork
and be on the side that says:
Yes -
kiss her in the ladies room;
Yes -
put your head in his lap
on the freeway;
Yes -
go home
with the nervous married couple.
Yes -
Tell me
all your naughtiest impulses
so I can be
the one
to say
Yes.

 

[champagne1982]

Aerodrome

“...across feminine land indulging its easy limbs
In miles of softness...”

Stephen Spender​

Hover in the void

..between breath
and await a touch​

floating the gentle curve

of anticipation​

a whisper of flesh

..trembles
rises an arc​

of almost – almost

..to fingertips.​

Voice, a sound

..lighter than air
an ascending “Please”​

of her fragrance

..in open sky​

and soar

..the surge of need
a breeze – zephyr shed​

embracing

..in ardent motion​

to crest in the wind

..then descend
through calming gusts​

and humid sighs

..of afterglow.​

One of the best from one of the best...

 

[Maria2394]

Her Request

"Write me a poem," she said,
"of promise
and lust. Put your pen
to paper as you would
put your hand
to me; your fingers

on my slender
neck, your thumb
tight beneath. Push

that slick trail black
and blue on virgin
page and tell me
in words I can hold
in my mouth, savoring

your intents as pulp
between my teeth. Slip
what you want of me
into language that rolls
on my tongue, clings
in spittle to my lip. Write

what you need of me
in latex or lace and pull
the verse tight
about my breasts;
make me inhale
sharply
as I read. Give me

words that knot
in my hair, draw
my face
down
till my whispers barely fit
between me
and your poem."

~~~

by- E.M.

** I saw this on Clean Sheets back in '05. will always be my favorite erotic poem

 

[champagne1982]

oooo maria.. I just felt fly wings tickle my tummy

 

[RhymeFairy]

Dark Ride
by : f-cynyr


I found the promise
that branded your skin
as you shoved through the mist,
and rain.
Those were the days of walking
and
endless time,
when even whispers
lingered on the air and lips
and
body parts.

When the madness that I
carried in my pocket,
was freely shared,
when the blood racing was
important
and the chest hammering
was a
Friday occurrence and
the edge water crept
closer and closer.
I lost my sight that drooling night
when we spoke
names and spells,
hoping to capture
the elusive
and snare the faith that
would free our flesh.

But even lips tremble
on this dark ride and
the passing of days,
unbeknownst to hands
and caldron eyes, spool
away, with no regard of
return.

With the sea surging
in my vision,
the ocean selkie was you,
the tides ebbed
and with the tide
we traveled from
water to memory.

Surviving the name choosing
and changing
that captured us,
froze us until
there were the entrails of prophecies
that we shared,
each
devouring it piece by piece.

Just before dawn,
bits of abandoned
night dissolve on tongue and
lips as the dark whispers into
our flesh,
and we
tumbled and shook
on this dark ride, till
we awoke.


~~ I kinda remember ( I think ) someone saying this poet had another name.
I know not what that other name is but I absolutely love this poem.

 

[Guest]

Mmmy kind of dirty poem

Nymph's Song
by champagne1982 ©


Temptation in a sex god suit
is how I see you.

You walk with lewd suggestion,
Pelvis thrust and rolling at
those narrow, fucking hips.

Don't you smile at me and
draw me to your lair.
I have no need to acquiesce.
Giving in is easy.
Waiting is delight.

Lustfully strutting through my
female intuition,
this mind your naughty playground.

Smooth, naked skin and fully hard with
your engorging, heated blood.

Stop smiling at me with
your fingers in my hair.
I have no need for escapades.
Reality is better,
Touching you is right.

Redemption in a lover's kiss
is how I know you.

You sigh with sweet intimation,
Hips thrust and rocking at
My trembling, fucking lips.

Why don't you smile at me and
touch my secret places there?
I have needs we must address.
Wanting you in daytime,
Loving you tonight.

 

[Tzara]

I'm gonna cheat. Ah, I hear you say, like usual.

Well, perhaps you're right. The problem is that the poems from here that I remember really getting me, um, charged up have, for the most part, wandered off to better places. I could name authors' names, but that would only engender wild and jealous competition for my approbation, which I only bestow sparingly, to certain acolytes whom I subject to wild but cleansing exercises, purely in devotion to the spiritual arts.

In other words, that which is a good thing for them and which, oddly, also benefits me.

But let's not dwell on the filthy shallowness of life. I want to post a poem that always rocks my socks off (and, as well, seems to cause the removal of other articles of clothing) by Kim Addonizio.

Ahem,

You Don't Know What Love Is

but you know how to raise it in me
like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
How to start clean. This love even sits up
and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
Any day now she'll try to eat solid food. She'll want
to get into a fast car, one low to the ground, and drive
to some cinderblock shithole in the desert
where she can drink and get sick and then
dance in nothing but her underwear. You know
where she's headed, you know she'll wake up
with an ache she can't locate and no money
and a terrible thirst. So to hell
with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt
and your tongue down my throat
like an oxygen tube. Cover me
in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

 

[Guest]

I'm gonna cheat. Ah, I hear you say, like usual.

Well, perhaps you're right. The problem is that the poems from here that I remember really getting me, um, charged up have, for the most part, wandered off to better places.

Nah, I wouldn't say that, wasn't even thinking it. The point was "erotic poems" and I agree with you too. Some of my most favorite erotic poems have left Literotica to be published. I'm going to track one down and bring it back here, permission by poet of course.

 

[flyguy69]

"Write me a poem," she said,
"of promise
and lust. Put your pen
to paper as you would
put your hand
to me; your fingers

on my slender
neck, your thumb
tight beneath. Push

that slick trail black
and blue on virgin
page and tell me
in words I can hold
in my mouth, savoring

your intents as pulp
between my teeth. Slip
what you want of me
into language that rolls
on my tongue, clings
in spittle to my lip. Write

what you need of me
in latex or lace and pull
the verse tight
about my breasts;
make me inhale
sharply
as I read. Give me

words that knot
in my hair, draw
my face
down
till my whispers barely fit
between me
and your poem."

~~~

by- E.M.

** I saw this on Clean Sheets back in '05. will always be my favorite erotic poem

Aww, thanks Maria (and Champ!).
's and 's

-Elton

 

[Maria2394]

Aww, thanks Maria (and Champ!).
's and 's

-Elton

Elton, IM so sorry I didnt ask permission

will you forgive me?

also, will you call me and sing candle in the wind?

 

[Guest]

pink panties ( dunes nearby)
by Maria2394 ©

Moonlight sparkled pale yellow
beads with her mirrors reflecting,
racing from crests of random waves,
quick silver razors escaped into curls
against the cooling sand.

Pink panties were not missed
until the sun rose atop them
near sparse dunes, scattered grasses
and the number seventeen, be wary
of nesting sea turtles sign.

"Pick them up,
when you're sure no one is looking,"
he whispered,
as if the roar of the sea
might silence, as if the sand
gave a damn what we had to say.

 

[annaswirls]

whoa that is a hell of an ending! so straight and at it after the beautiful details of the first two stanzas.

thanks for posting this, I had not read it before

pink panties ( dunes nearby)
by Maria2394 ©

Moonlight sparkled pale yellow
beads with her mirrors reflecting,
racing from crests of random waves,
quick silver razors escaped into curls
against the cooling sand.

Pink panties were not missed
until the sun rose atop them
near sparse dunes, scattered grasses
and the number seventeen, be wary
of nesting sea turtles sign.

"Pick them up,
when you're sure no one is looking,"
he whispered,
as if the roar of the sea
might silence, as if the sand
gave a damn what we had to say.

 

[Guest]

whoa that is a hell of an ending! so straight and at it after the beautiful details of the first two stanzas.

thanks for posting this, I had not read it before

Me too. What you discover while lurking through someone's Author's page. Siglines work.

 

[Guest]

A Hot Sex Scene
by WickedEve ©

We have forgotten last rain--
wetness shunned beneath graves,
roadsides, while we walk breezeless dry.

I ask the strangers to turn out our sun,
but they smell of gasoline and sex,
fueling us with their want
as we lead them to the place:

cracked floors, bare and spread
from wall to window,
with straight backs,
no cushion or plush for pushing,
only wood--soon sweat,
skin and cling.

We watch the heat waving
between chairs, cocks,
and six penetrables.

Count them: three, four, five, sex.

Brown with wide smile,
shaved from toes to beneath arms,
trembles to Deep Sleek.

Someone whispers, Deep Sleek
from outside the window
where noon builds bonfires on our backs.

Wild Cry burns shadows out of the corner
till the place is solar.

Wild Cry is a palm presser,
bent and touching boards,
her one, two, three,
the only shade for him and him

and him, stroking far into the heat,
groaning ultraviolet, Fuck!

~

We are beckoned, sol blinded,
fire stirred and kissing the sun.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Color.. By: The_Fool ©



Color her…indisposed.

Black wrapped tight
Across her eyes.

Blue tangled around her wrists
Cinching her tight
In repose.

Consider him…intangible.

Hot breath
Offers sunshine in summertime
As he breaths in her scent and exhales.

His touch,
The wind wrapped
In silken leopard skin.

The breeze of his touch
Explores her terrain
Inciting sighs and smiles.


The contour changes
Beneath scarf-wrapped fingers
As grain waves in the wind.

Tropical licks
Yield moans
For hot wet kisses.

The curve of her waist
Offers a valley
Designed just for his tongue.

He tastes the landscape
As he touches
Almost trembling.

 

[Guest]

Red
by CharleyH ©


Like film,
interpreted by Baudry
I dream extensions of my own
inflected fantasy.
Theoretically scopophilic.
Watching.
Wondering what it could be like
you
without your Mercedes date
who you’re out of focus on
anyway
focused on me.

I feel your eyes.
I’ve felt them before
dripping over me
with the thick humidity
of a sauna.
Felt them stalk me,
smouldering my thighs
like cinders.
You are
red
burning in heat
wanting
me to notice
your fuck motions, innuendo’s, games.
But I’m not buying.
Not in the mood to purchase
what I can have for free.

I watch you wear your date
like diamonds
intoxicating yourself
on his gold plated AMEX
torching yourself
with a look to me
licking your lips
as if I were dessert:
Flambéed.

Tempting, aren’t I?
Under your nose.
I like how you look
at me
desperately undressing me
hot and humid under my eyes
nervous
under my words,
and although I am a whore to my libido
a stud to my lust
controlling to fuck
to be fucked
or forget
you
are not my orgasm
and I don’t need you to get off.

 

[minsue]

Coffee Break Fuck Poem
by Liar ©

I wanted her officially,
to snap the circles
and break every conduct rule.
Right there, tight then.

To grab her in the routine,
just walking down
the dust grey everyday
office corridor boredom.
Conservative attire
so blatantly unable to hide
pinnacle pleasures
just one peel away.

No stealth cliché routine
of muffled fast fuck
against the Xerox
after hours,
leaving ass-prints in the tray
for tomorrow's
guessing game rumours.

But slammed,
right there, right then,
like a post-it note
on the painted plaster wall,
a pinned up pro memoria
penetrated by me,
but wide open
for anyone
to read.

As we write our own
resignation notes
on that wall,
in sweat imprints,
skin fragments,
pulled hair,
and a song of
wanton wailing
against another wall
of bypassing colleagues
stunned silence...

...before signing it all
sincerely,
in our comined essences,
and walk off
as something more
than urban legends.

 

[annaswirls]

where are those sexy poems from the all of a sudden passion thread by Flyguy, Tristesse and Patrick? Does anyone remember them? grrrr, if it is not my keys, it is sexy poetry, where did I put those things?

 

[annaswirls]

where are those sexy poems from the all of a sudden passion thread by Flyguy, Tristesse and Patrick? Does anyone remember them? grrrr, if it is not my keys, it is sexy poetry, where did I put those things?

found it here

okay now I can go to bed

 

[jrite69]

This is one I wrote for a woman who requested one for her. Raw and unedited. I hope you like.

Imperfected
Good evening and I hope this pleases you
I see your small smile and shy eyes
Drawing in as I step into your space
I sense anticipation
And slight fear of the unknown
I seek to ease your fears
As I draw the back of my finger across your cheek
And down your neck
Capturing your luscious brown hair in my stroke
I am not looking at your wide and apprehensive eyes
As you gaze into my soulful ones
Instead as my hand moves slowly down your skin
My eyes follow
Down your neck
Across your smooth and soft shoulder
Sliding under the tank's strap
And letting it fall ever so slowly

Care and caution is how I shall be with you
I sense how lost you feel
How alone you must be
I assure you it is natural
And with a slight smile
My hand comes up to caress your cheek once again
And a kiss
Ever so soft
Ever so slow

You are no longer lost with me
My greatest desire
Is your pleasure in my arms
Come
Let us listen to the music you make

 

[annaswirls]

lovely jrite, she must have been thrilled

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

What ever happened to that fly fellow? He can't still be hung over.