Erotic poetry is concerned with the sexually diverse and alternative aspects of the genre, rather than specifically with the love and romance associated with 'Love Poems'.
Although romance and poetry seem to go hand in hand, explicit, frank, and even fetishistic sex can also be great subject matter.
Poems with a primary focus on sensuality and passion are better suited to our 'Love Poems' category, anything else is welcome here.
I find myself bound to you again. Five-leaved ivy vines circle my wrists and thighs, for I am Persephone in reverse, abdicating the lengthened light while pursuing your longer shadow. "Is this not what you wanted?" Your voice, low and mocking as you lead...
In the darkness of her room, She lies upon her bed, Fingers dance, a frenzied plea, As she calls out his name, lost in ecstasy. The man from work, so bold and strong, His hands on her body, so tight, She closes her eyes and imagines, Him taking her with a...
A buzz, the alarm clock rattles My bedroom curtains open I smile, cock in hand Like every morning, there she is A light behind her Such promise My morning silhouette *** She is naked, a sexy vision Her form projected Her curtain, my screen A tease just be...
Seduced by my poetry manipulating her mind and body I chain her to my bed and then blindfold her before reading erotic verses to her soul that trigger her arousal Despite her discomfort I watch her being drawn to my voice and to my touch till eventually s...
My love unbuckles, my pants. Slide them down, my boxers next. Follows to hit, the floor. Around my ankles, they bunch. Padding for her knees, to enjoy giving me my daily present. She starts, around my balls, Dragging her tongue, up my stiffening cock. Run...
She is a beautiful danger my favourite kind A shipwreck for my soul My Kryptonite With her mesmerizing eyes Instigating a spinning delirium within my chest A burning lust within my rampant manhood Tempting my soul into the hell of her choosing She is Eden...
A woman, she sat in the bath alone, Her body aching, mind hungry and prone, To thoughts of pleasure's sweet release, As roaming hands sought to increase. The splashing waters swirled around, Each slick fold explored, every curve found. Her engorged clit t...
I indulged her with another kiss. The kind that falls from velvety lips with tongues that intertwine The ones that make her body shiver From her eyes that glaze and her breath that quivers Her dulcet plea to smell her scent To taste her flower ravenously...
Sitting in her car on her lunch break, Naughty thoughts had somehow found their way. Unbidden yearnings made her body wake, She felt a sudden craving deep within. Her thoughts ran wild, her body awake, As she yearned for a moment of sin. With a deep breat...
The farmhands come and one by one, They plow her furrow, plant their seed. My work begins when down's the sun, When I return to do my deed. It's I who always left her fallow, Reliant on the hired hands. For me the work is reap and swallow Others' seed at...
I’m in his muscular hands within his care and grace His blue eyes penetrate me body, mind, soul and cause naked shivers to ripple over my form Bound as I am with rope lines criss- crossing my body His tongue tastes Just above my legs His lips purse and su...
In her office, phone in hand, A clandestine act, no one will understand. The screen's glow illuminates her flushed, curious face, As she ventures into this forbidden, arousing space. The men on the screen, wanking and fucking, Her heart races, body quiver...
Your haunting wanting eyes surround me For I see a sharp ripple of greed and lust inside their darkness commanding me to obey and bow my arms bound to your bed Your tongue slithers growling against my aroused aching form Your focussed work between my spla...
A revelation! Without a doubt Framed with a T-shirt at the top And panties pulled down A glorious biscuit, unbuttered As you bent forward, revealing A cherished rosebud Pillows of white flesh Spread by a soft grip Her moist, petaled pussy Creating a path...
In the hush of her sacred sanctuary, A whisper of desire, a feverish yearning. Her pulse thunders, a wild, primal rhythm, As primal urges stir, passion's hymn. Unbidden, vivid images flood her mind - His lips devouring her neck, possessive and kind. She i...
It is just true: She's busy all day With computer and phone And no time to play So I slipped 'neath her desk When she took a short break For I can address A particular "ache" She came back in And sat in her chair Zoom meeting started 'Ere she knew I was t...
