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Erotic Touches

Poetry By: Twisted
Erotica



Honestly, it is 1:15 a.m. here and I have to wake up a 5:30. It's really smart to stay up so late isn't it. Nope, not really, but still. *yawns* I'm so tired, but honestly, I have to thank patsoldcat for inspiring this, so this is dedicated to him, my sage and my muse!

Grrr...sleepy, sleepy...well, more poems coming your way soon...um...yeah...

Let me know if I'm getting better at this erotica writing!


Submitted:May 18, 2007    Reads: 1,606    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


A seductress calls for a night of pleasure,
A tempest of seduction is beginning in the subterranean constituencies of my piquant cavern.
Nestled amid silky thighs is your hand,
Stroking me with three fingers, readying my virginal place for your impression.
My stomach muscles twists into knots as your hands plunge deeper still,
Stroke; but there is not the pleasure that I felt as you took me roughly.
I feel only now gentleness, and in the cries that are sure to come,
There is only time for coarse and ardent larceny.
Whisper: " Take me in all the way, please, and squeeze the tight little mouth around this."
I open my mouth and take you in as far as I can.
Suck gently, then roughly, prize your balls, and stroke the base of your shaft,
Your moans are louder as my sucking becomes more desperate and irregular.
It's satisfying to know that I hold this supremacy over you; you need me to achieve your desperate release;
I remove my orifice to taunt your tip with my finger and tongue.
Your begging, whimpering: " Please let me bury myself into you."
I look up at you as your mouth is tempting: " Make it animalistic; cum hard in me then."
You swiftly lay me down upon the twisted sheets, kneading and paying attention to my breast,
It is I at your mercy now; moaning, twisting under your torturous touch.
My nipples firm and rigid as you take them into your scorching mouth, your erection poke me impatiently in the thigh,
And I part my legs, letting your thick and immense member rest at my entrance, teasing.
You take your lips away from breasts, a mew of protest escape my swollen lips,
You laugh deep and husky, your breath hot in my ear: " I love the taste of your skin."
You coerce yourself into me deeply into me without admonition, and my body shakes in surprise,
I gasp and moan, an encouragement for sadistic passion.
Deeper, deeper into my folds you move, this surreal clenching of my privates around you;
A held breath as I gaze into your eyes-pain to my body, tenderness in your eyes.
I close my eyes in bliss as I climaxed, your breath caught in you throat a moment before you too exploded,
Your mouth rests on my pulse as my hands encircle you and press you closer to me, my legs wrapped around you.
We catch our breath and sit in the silence of sweet sex, you move in me and I know you're ready again,
But for a moment we still sit, and cuddle, and exchange our souls through our innocent erotic touches.




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