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Erotic Poems

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.

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Steam

You're slowly emerging from a womb of steam, it rises from your raw skin like mist hesitantly fleeing. I want to know how that feels, to naturally cling to every pore, to swim through your tangled hair, slide along you as a fever that will cool but spends an entire lifetime burning. I envy the fresh clear droplets that vibrate in the soft  hollows of your neck, every intricate pulse for...Read On

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Goodnight, Sweetheart

Night of hot and unforgettable fun

Kissing each other passionately, Caressing groping your firm breasts. Nipples getting harder at my touch As your arousal gets heightened. My hands begin to wander, Exploring every inch and crevice of your body. Slipping into your panties, Fingers pushing against, Slipping passed your  Delicate folds of your pussy. Feeling your wetness on my fingers, Grinding your hips into my finger....Read On

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Passion

It starts with my arm around your waist before closing in  to claim a taste  Pressed hard up against the wall  wrists pinned over your head gazing into your eyes I proceed to venture where only lovers dare to tread  Lips brushing against your skin  teeth grazing your flesh Passion building beyond control  as our bodies beg to mesh  Right on cue my free hand goes round your waist ...Read On

Of Corn Silk

Suave and debonair around my daunting Wearing straw with a bow tie of corn silk  With eyelashes hung like awnings As my cock throbs in your cunt's coven With a touch of pale in my spawning As my mascara fades to haunting And as your thighs roll the dice My cum spews like cold ice  As jack o'lanterns hum a night mass While locust dance a last cheater's waltz Bought and payed for with a...Read On

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Breathe

Sitting at stop E on 2am cold plastic Watching bus after bus we could have caught drive by Don't look at each other Count the breaths between words   Your nose breathing hard on my face as we kiss for the last time My palm in the S of your back as your chest rises against mine   We're not doing anything breathe We can't do anything just breathe on my neck We're not touching...Read On

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The Complexities of Simple

I light the fire In you, a transformation Water turns to steam Love becomes carnal lust A simple look with complex intentions The whistle trills. I see you come Your body draped in sex All of my senses turned on You have what I want A primal desire that can’t, Won’t be quenched. I am mad with passion Driven by the taste of your lips The taste of your tongue. I peel your panties down My...Read On

His Hot Lover

How he loved her round breasts They were large and coned-shaped He loved looking at her chest Her nipples tasted like sweet grapes Tasting and sucking at her nips Were always a nice treat His tongue would tease at the tip He could feel his lover's heat His fingers would play on her mound While enjoying her nice globes She'd make cooing sounds She'd pull on her earlobes Her pussy was...Read On

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Comfort Food

Feed me please, dear Sir

My precious gets hungry, Gets very, very hungry. Comfort food from me is what she needs. Please, Sir, I want some more, She begs just one more time. Just one more time, Daddy dear. It tastes so good, And it's good for me, Sir. So good. Licking it up off your hard cock, Sir. Licking it up off my titties, Sir. Licking it up off my fingers. Licking it all up And swallowing it all down....Read On

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Can I Get Some Ice With That?

I still love flirting with the cold Summers in the south make it hard Relying on AC and automatic ice I never turn down something that nice No snow to pile and sculpt Just a plain bowl of cubes Ready to slide in where I please A perfect shape for my needs Hearing them dispense  makes an impression on me Licking my lips I begin to drool and drip drowning the bed in a pool Pointing to the...Read On

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Maroon Tiles

"Fuck you" you say smiling as we shove each other and boomerang back onto each others faces Our kiss urgent and starving Spinning on the spot two leaves blown together backpack against the cold wall you mock how I'm standing your leg hooked around my hip and I'm steaming a laugh between kisses   I saw the hair on her stomach I want to skim it with my lip I saw the hair in...Read On

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Bound

She lay there Twisted Bound Vulnerable Yet drawn To him, At his mercy Yet aroused. Her breasts Firm and plump No utterance  Upon her lips As he mounted His tender Possession His intention  Known  As he parted Her milky  white thighs Thrusting His sex into her  Reaching over Securing her Hard nipples Between his fingers Pinching as his Seed explodes  Within Marking ...Read On

The Silo's Omen

While the midnight choir of the winds blow Pumpkins bellow like mellow souls As the Devil croons mournful tunes Jack Frost stalks the corn With eyes of a raven born  Twelve steps above in the silo's omen And as we cuddle upon the bed of moss With your breasts of sweet milk My cock stirs your cunt's sins As the weasel of Hell spins  The midnight choir of the winds blow Twelve...Read On

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She

On Monday Night - Part IV

Searing stings Burned across snowy skin flexed and taught. Dangerous, filthy things made up random, rancid thoughts, soaring on brutal, feathered wings. The perfect agony she felt could not be fought, nor her lust for the sharp, leather strings. Wondering if her mind will begin to rot, and erotic shame and illicit pain pierce in one shot. Quite suddenly, it begins to rain in the dark, and...Read On

The Tax Man Cometh

I feel the silence of the stillness As moths pick lice from wings Versing with a whore's shadow As the pendulum tick-tocks A hush of the winds bring As the thunder crows While scribbling with my pen As revenuers knock at my door   The taper's tallow flows At this God forsaken hour  And the harlot does tricks With legs of pickem'up sticks Wrapped around my torso Weaseling my cock...Read On

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Ignite

Driven, Pulsing, Raging like fire, Kissing, Caressing, Burning desire. Oh God, I miss you, So much making up to do. Snaking down my chest, Your head between my breasts, Head fallen back in lustful throes, Chest raising, Nails pulling, Red lines trailing across my skin. My hand guiding yours, Down down down, Lower lover, Ignite my pyre. Teeth on my thighs, Passion between our eyes,...Read On

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Silence

The silence is deafening, unless you embrace it.

As the world around me falls so silent I am left alone with only my thoughts Simultaneously I both relish and loathe  The discernable absence of distraction  My thoughts are no longer my own You now permeate every aspect of life  From our very first kiss you changed me As I became who I was meant to be  In the silence tonight I ache for you Has it really been just a few hours Since we...Read On

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TREASURE

I describe an impregnation.

Treasure in my arms in my hands. The treasure is Barbara her body in my arms her breasts in my hands. Holding her this way is my heaven my sexual haven. My groin against her buttocks my cock between her crack my instincts at work. I move my shaft between her legs probing for her entry I press myself between her lips sliding up and down I hear her moan of pleasure as I glide into her. ...Read On

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Late Night Interlude

Thinking of that special lady while up at night

My bladder woke me late last night I had to go relieve my plight As I dried myself I thought of you Touching me there as you often do Then my fingers lingered longer Massaging e're a wee bit stronger As I sat there, rocking gently I stroked myself more intently Keeping as quiet as I could Circling round and round my hood Then a finger slipped inside And on it I began to ride My...Read On

Radio, WBOU

On the darkside of the clock's face While sipping cider on a poetic dime As the pendelums swings, tick-tock Driving the highway in my pickum' up truck The mites choir in the wee hours   As the fat lady sings Ava Maria  And tears run down my chest For being a jester and devil's fool As you ran amuck, giving out fucks For two bits and a holler While I masterbated as the clock struck...Read On

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She

On Monday Night - Part III

Be still, held fast. Breathe against pleasure, lungs straining to fill, with two hands on the mast, and her face buried in treasure, subject to another's will like never before in life past. For one moment, she hesitates, lost in lust beyond measure and the exaltation of fright, but surrender is fated. Palm to throat, tightening across breath faded. Her face elated, her discipline a moat. ...Read On

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Dance

Poem on the spell of a dancer, turn phone horizontal to experience the full effect of the structure

  Sway. Left then right caressing the arms that hold tight. Sensually, seductively rocking hips side to side slowly tempting the senses. Pulling the inhibitions of those select few who see the real you, off the fences to find themselves lost in your terrible, awful lie if only to hear your sweet sigh. They fall to deft hands teasingly goading each man, woman kneading them...Read On

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The Body Soon Follows

You whisper that anticipation is everything, you can sense the intensity already... I can feel your words race across my skin, like a faint but palpable wind, summer's final traces of heat, a final secret given to me. Our words are just the catalyst,  elements stirring electricity, a complex intangible storm, that is always about connection. The body soon follows. Hands roaming along...Read On

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The Rhythm of Sex

"Myfanwy... Myfanwy... Am I yours. Am I yours." "Yes, yes, yes you are -" Oh! those words of reassurance, those words of need, those words of love. The smile, the sigh, the open mouth, the lustful scent that drifts on the rising air. The hand of hers, that slowly clutches and feeds their fingers through filamentous hair, And the brush of fingertips against warm gossamer-like skin. The heady...Read On

Poser's Weed

Sleeping on stones poetic shawled As your cunt of midnight brume Entice my lusting nomadic doom My cock quakes as you hump In jubilation of dark porn As your tongue levitates 'Bout my bleeping warm chest  As your clit swims in your dish Salivating a baptismal wish The ravens on boughs thrall As your cunt of midnight brume Fill with my seed of poser's weed  Casting but a shadow on the...Read On

His Hot Little Ride

She's a nice little ride She likes it in her butt She's got a great backside She likes that his dick is uncut He holds her by her hips While he fucks her asshole This makes her honeypot drip While her man takes control He tells her she's his whore While stroking at her cunt She begs her man for more He loves all her sexy grunts He wants to finish in her vagina And pulls out and slides...Read On

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She

On Monday Night - Part II

Nails drag across tender flesh. Time begins to lag, as two bodies mesh. Four hands on four hips, two hearts reeling beat light as a feather. Two hearts skip at the feeling of four lips together. Acting on instinctive automation, paved with insanity and startling presence, drenched in sensual intoxication, and bathed in brilliant quintessence... A ritual fueled with brazen lust and...Read On

The Devil's Dwarf

Like putting lipstick on a pig my words praise the devil's dwarf  As my mind echoed a gathering of my ink's sins While pulling the wool over a fountain's harp The sirens suckled my wayfaring kind heart As their clits stirred at my cock's widdershins  Better yet using their twat nets To snare an old bard on the fly Flossing their cunts with the hanging moss While pulling the wool over...Read On

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Step Daddy

My step daddy is so naughty

Strong and tough,  he is so protective Ensuring that my choice of boys Is very, very selective. But on a July balmy day, His attitude suddenly changed It was like he was full of jealousy, He looked slightly deranged. ‘’I’m tired of all these boys, taking off you what they can. What you need young lady, Is a truly, virile man.’ ‘Oh yeah,’ I petulantly retorted And who exactly will that be?’...Read On

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Discovery

Her head bowed on the bed, upon her knees, ass in the air. My hand rained down, as she moaned in despair. What would come next? When will he allow her release? What is he doing, with that tube of grease? His cock-knob pressed, against her tight puckered hole. She braced herself, as he fed her his pole.   Slowly at first, until the pressure was unbearable! After she would admit, no...Read On

Past Tense Fence

Into the brume of the starless night On a path of melted snow broth Shrouded as a shawl of bog's perfume Soot of chimneys blow a hellish brew While harlots play on a cock's fiddle  And their cunts stir a lusting stew With a screech of an alley cat Perched upon a past tense fence And while harlots slurp the penis fat Chilling the bones to one's shoe spats Into the brume of the starless...Read On