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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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From Behind

Some sexy fun..

He lays on my bed, Like a god from above, Smiling softly at me, As his eyes twinkle love. I stand at the end, Of the bed looking back, Dressed in sexy lingerie, Of silky black. Sliding into bed, Touching his velvety skin, Giving a tickle, And causing a grin. So close and overwhelmed, My head lowers down, The kissing of lips, Is the only sound. Looking into my...Read On

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Instructions To My Leash Woman

Who she will be, what she will do.

You have given yourself to me. You have given me your body. You have given me your sex. You have given me your passion. In the end, you will have given me your soul. I will make you swell. I will make you distend. I will make you wet. I will make you yearn. I will make you desire. I will make you desperate. I will make you want. I will make you want more. ...Read On

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Bodice Rippers

Social Commentary on millenials

Bodice rippers, broken zippers, she fingers in the night. Dressed in pajamas like the Dali Lama, her imagination takes flight. She sleeps alone in a comfortable home and says that she's alright.   Bottled liquor, broken zippers, he fumbles in the night. Tony Lamas, Tommy Bahamas, his erection is a sight. He cums today in a marvelous way; watching black on white. These lovers two, who never...Read On

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Cream in My Coffee

Always did like my coffee with cream,  Some brown sugar just makes it complete. Serve it up baby girl, Your man needs it piping hot. No need to be discrete. You know where I'm coming from  My tempting sweet Morning delight. Your honeyed lips spreading wide, And your warm, fruity breath Sighing And forewarning your kisses to come. Kisses on my neck, On my cheek, Licking my roughness...Read On

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In The Womb of Mother Nature

You are a lyrical jewel that reawakens my soul.

I come to you hungry for the view of your lines, Thirsting for every spring-ripening-scent of you. I come with a yearning for your perfection, your Awe, Awakened in your presence, I am vibrant, vigorous. Your ample succulent swales entrance me. I am you, here, and you me. We are one. Your accepting embrace nourishes my every cell. The holds could unfold forever, it would never be enough....Read On

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Why Is There Such Prudity

A reflection on nudity...

Why is there such prudity Over a little Nudity? It is just some skin that hides The things we have inside. I like being in the nude Especially when I'm viewed By women short and tall Who might desire to see it all. I have always been excited At the thought of being sighted By women sipping liquored drinks Who would tell me what they think. Oh, to find myself so bare (Under...Read On

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December

Tell me me that you don't remember When I kissed your sweet December Starting from the month of May Down I went with no delay Going lower in the month of June Eager to arrive but not too soon Say you don't remember when Entangled were both our skin Entangled in a web of love Voices quiver like a dove Lie and say it isn't true With you in me and I in you Lie and say it isn't so...Read On

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Young Love

Young lovers kissing on a balcony....

Star-crossed and aching, These two young lovers meet, Upon their balcony, She, too perfectly wicked, Made up, sweet. She knows just what she will get, For her flirtation, His heart and soul, Delivered on a plate, Evident in his sigh, As she unbuttons his fly, And curls her fingers, Around his burning heat. The passion of summer, Crickets singing in...Read On

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Cheating Bride and Groom Tale

A wedding day nightmare.

A bride is getting ready for her day Her nerves are all over the place Her father will give her away No crying on her face They walk down the aisle Her husband-to-be waits Everybody wears a smile She wonders if this is her fate They recite their vows to each other They seal the deal with a kiss A journey of love together Happiness and love is their bliss They leave the church man and...Read On

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To Haunt Me

Morning stinging the retinas, our deed was dark, my love, and now we have to go back, slip into the other skin we wear. Much like how something passed from me and into your depths, seconds of a soul firing our ceaseless need, our true selves stay here. I want you to haunt me all day long. Any sudden grazing against another will be a potent touchstone thrumming with your memory, eyes...Read On

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Did you know Nancy Wright

The river girl late on September day.

And what if I were Nancy Wright, Who lived down river from the mill. And whistled, rode, and punched, and spit: The girl you knew in Anyville? And if I had those pale, long legs. And corn-blond hair and freckles, too, And by sixteen was packing tits That did the strangest things for you? Loved fishing, crabbing, my canoe, And wrestling one or two or three Shy guys, who came by...Read On

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His Whore

I feel your stare From across the floor Eyes transfixed You want so much more Watching Your whore Down on all fours Making me beg for so much more My eyes on yours As I arch my back You swiftly stroke And observe my attack Your thick cock enters Swiftly from behind You clear your throat "Remember, you are mine. Forever, My whore, Whom I adore." I beg him for...Read On

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Planting Seeds

Deep within we plant seeds of desire

The beast stirs deep within its denim seat Seeking an escape without any senses No eyes, no touch, responds to her body heat With new blood its stature starting to tense Hungry to feed, on the prowl, no defense Sexual creature stalks her dark pink walls Growing harder, purposeful, no suspense Feeding frenzy creating her waterfall Liquid trail flowing, calm feeling enthralls ...Read On

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Form and Function

Lay bare your layers to caring stare

I present to thee as ye to me, A history of form and function, A perfected him before perfect her, We both do dare this juncture of dance, Where layers lay bare to caring stare and circumstance, And strum of digit, hum of lips, Sips from dripping honeyed hips, Our offered symbol, confident trust, Swaying thus a gentle thrust, As God intended, all is splendid… harmony. Freely...Read On

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BBC (Big Black Cock)

I am not a BBC (BIG BLACK COCK). I am a human being. I have feelings. I have emotions. I laugh. I cry. I am not to be at your disposal Because you want a piece. I will not show you proof Of what they say about Black guys. No need to get the tape measure. We won't be measuring anything tonight. I don't care to know if you never been With someone of my hue. I'm sorry But no...Read On

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Once at Sixteen

And then she wants only his dick...

Her smile all mischievous excitement, now, Black sweater stretching so her bra peeps through, She nestles, burrows, kisses, with a laugh At what in secret dreams she makes him do. With just a twist, her teasing midriff bare, His knuckles brush warm skin; her kiss says “Yes,” His fingers trace her bra’s assertive curve, She pushes herself against his meek caress Until her grabs...Read On

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Quiver

It would be easy to succumb to the rhythm your body weaves, relentlessly grinds against me, what can that dance now reveal that my heart hasn't already clutched? And like an arrow drawn out from the safest silken quiver, a darkened faith steadied the aim, never once missed its animal mark. So tell me what I can't already discover as we merge when you're trembling against a wall as...Read On

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deep in your grief

a lyric fragment explorring the overlapping of the erotic drive and sadness

deep into your grief i plunge, as a mercy-- and mercenary desire; your wound opens to me-- a severed artery a wanton deluge; our reeling rampage tears the septum between lust and loss. I surrender to your sorrow beyond dreams; the gnawing vortex of agony that prompted your only plaint: where is the god of (my) strength? our clashing limbs, our midriffs clapping--they summon no healing...Read On

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Sexual Heat And Desire

A couple make love together

A couple has established their need They're destined to be together To feel the exploding seed This couple are truly lovers They have a burning desire A need for each other Their passion is like fire Their love is forever Their kisses start first His hands are on her breast Sex games are their thirst He cups and holds her chest She has her hand on his cock He moans while in her hand...Read On

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Briefs

Every movement your flesh makes in me Sings verses of the most erotic poetry The way you arch your back The way the light hits your muscles To every stitch that firmly hugs your buttocks As I crease deeper between your walls I feel the warmness of your being To be the very stitch That supports your flesh And fill my threads With the aroma of your sweat Is the true reward...Read On

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Just Another Day

When oblivious denial leads to two obvious outcomes...

Oh morning wood I wish she would I wish she’d fuck us like she should She could do us on our bed She should fuck us so I said She could ride us while on top Watch her body rise and drop She could be right under me See you slide in her cunny We could take her from behind Grab her hips and bump and grind I could stick you in her ass Smack her butt if we get sass She could fuck us in...Read On

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Longing

Longing for your caress Longing for your breast To kiss your lips To feel your hips To hear you scream As I taste your cream Dripping with finesse ...Read On

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The Wind Stirred

The wind stirred something today, warmth fluttering through clothes, through earth and swaying trees from where you have taken me. Branches are a dark outline like crooked wires linked across the clear evening sky as a finger gently hushes my lips. You say to not give this a name as your hand tightens around, squeezes my lingering ache, our pulses finally know one another, quickening in...Read On

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BLACK LOVE

Her naked skin is as rich as dark chocolate She slowly kneels before me She looks up at me With those beautiful brown eyes Humbled by her position She looks up at me hungry for a taste How much longer must she wait Obedient yet eager She unbuckles the belt At my command Hands behind your back Open your mouth For my pleasure and for hers She taste the saltiness of my girth ...Read On

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A Sonnet on Seeing Lisa's bare breasts

To take you...

I half predicted that seeing your body bare I might applaud breasts womanly, and nipples, there, So pricked to sensitivity, awake to kiss, Or even slightest, lightest brush, and know that this Is woman and her gift to men, some man, or me… But when I viewed two breasts, no more, confessed to see A woman delivered naked for my delight, And some old cruelty would slave her to my might....Read On

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A Little Death

Every night I die a little death in your arms, A kind death, such welcome ecstasy, joy unbound, Finding heaven once more, transported by your charms, Your sweet breasts a pillow for my head, soft and round, As between your thighs I lose myself in sweet bliss, Our probing tongues entwined and dancing in delight,  And lips entranced by every passionate kiss, Each shared breath carrying...Read On

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Beneath The Rust

Reflections on Lost Lust

A smile can melt a tortured heart A look can make our senses feel electric, alive An innocent touch can send shockwaves through a yearning body A longing too corroded to examine carefully. Lusty fantasies echo playfully through a cavernous void Reckless imaginations embrace, kiss, lick, suck, pump, pump harder Meeting minds simmer, bodies shake, pulling each other to hot, wet releases A...Read On

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To My Dearest Avatar

Desired for what we seem

My dear, if you were you And I was me, A girl and boy beneath A real tree; My lips might tickle you; A breast you’d yield— Tho­ugh pointy, small--to me Delight revealed. Yes, avatar of lust, I yearn, yearn, too. My questing fingers, though, Do not touch you. Choosing to be desired For what we seem, I can see you, you me, In but a dream, This gift put forth for me, Your...Read On

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Honeyed Hexes

To become what beckons my blood into a searing needful stream, the hex whispered against my neck before lying in this surrender. You cannot pull away just yet. Where you should have been guarded, teeth broke the fruit's skin open first. The nectars drizzle down in thick sugary rivers, I cannot wait to taste you, to lap up this unique essence like waves breaking against shores. You would...Read On

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Annie was a squirter, boys

Annie Oakley serving at the bar

And what if I were Pecos Bill, Of “Pecker Williams” family stock, With balls that swung like olla gourds, My Henry rifle at half-cock? And Annie Oakley came to town Beneath an Arizona moon, Yelled “Ladies' night in Tombstone, boys,” And banged into the old saloon? I whip my weapon up and aim And pop the buttons off her top, Pow, pow! Her snake-skin bra falls off And lets big...Read On