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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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Teasing all the Dads

My tiny Bikini

Our holiday room, I head to the pool. I put on my suit, that makes the men drool. It's tiny and yellow, It makes me look hot. Arouses the men, so I know what they got. Bikini so small, barely holds me all in. My favorite because, makes dads want to sin. My tummy is flat, and perfect round hips. Long golden hair, with pink glossy lips. I circle the deck, to look for a chair. Everyone there, has become quite aware. All eyes...

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Tangled Bodies

When passion is unleashed only good things happen

Bodies tangled each thrust a ravenous need Friction blazes in twilight's hush Where our undeniable passions proceed Wildest desires unleashed raw and full of frenzied greed Your skin my canvas craves my artistic touch Fingers tracing paths of pleasure Slow deep and oh so lush Lips devouring every curve, every contour Tongues entwined A savage sweet and merciless surrender Breasts heave Nipples hardened Begging for more Hi...

Teasing all the Dads

My tiny Bikini

Our holiday room, I head to the pool. I put on my suit, that makes the men drool. It's tiny and yellow, It makes me look hot. Arouses the men, so I know what they got. Bikini so small, barely holds me all in. My favorite because, makes dads want to sin. My tummy is flat, and perfect round hips. Long golden hair, with pink glossy lips. I circle the deck, to look for a chair. Everyone there, has become quite aware. All eyes...

Legal High

Starting the day with a smile in a race against the clock.

'Eight-fifteen. The barrier'. The message to his phone. 'We chatted on the website and I need a helping hand.' 'Blue coat, white blouse, black skirt', she typed, 'see that, you've found me.' 'Just wave your hand and I'll smile back and see where it all leads.' He tells her that he'll be there, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Just a tube ride, hoax or not? So, curious, he bites. Her message held such detail, she is spott...

Body Worship

Sometimes, just sometimes

I worshiped her body my masterpiece of desire kissing caressing every curve stoking every fire Hours dissolved as I savoured her skin Exploring pleasuring her depths within Her hands roamed my chest my abs my thighs Worshiping my strength my masculine guise She kissed me my shoulders my biceps my scars Adoring my power my beauty my stars I devoured her breasts, Her hips her lips Pleasuring her flesh with a tender yet hung...

What Is It Like?

If only more guys could understand the importance

What's it like? You may ask When a woman is teetering on the edge of orgasmic ecstasy and insanity spilling all of her euphoric nectar only meant for the lips of gods For some It’s far too long since those feelings raced through their form It saddens me that still others have never felt the bliss Yet for my love It’s that moment she inhales and time stops The only thing she hears Is the thundering sound Of her own heartbe...

A Talented Girl

The desires of my lover spill from her lips

I love the way my lips wrap tight around his gorging cock. His hand holding my hair his moans his voice saying my name His cock thick and hard My hand at the base caressing his balls He lifts his hips in rhythm fucking my throat I moan as he moans He moans louder His breath comes out tattered "Fuck, baby, fuck," He breathes and I feel him swell more thick in my mouth The vein starts to throb as I press and swirl my tongue...

The First Time We Fucked

How we get naughtier and dirtier

We were friends at the start but I looked from afar. Both stuck and unhappy as you entered my bar. I tingled and blushed as I came to say “Hi.” “I need you so badly,” I wanted to cry. I wore skimpy dresses to show off my curves. I hoped that you'd notice me, giggling with nerves. One summer Tuesday we sat all alone. I told you I liked you. You were totally thrown. We were both a bit tipsy; you helped me close up. You said...

The Topography Of Skin

To touch and to feel is so much

Her hands explored my chest Its less than chiseled shrine Worshiping my strength, my devilish design She kissed my thought process a passionate invitation Claiming every inch of my offering Such a persuasive domination In the topography of my skin she finds a map to my hidden truths A cartography of desire that beckons her to explore all of me Every curve and contour holding secrets and mysteries that only her touch can u...

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Passion's Embrace

Desires unfolds in a symphony of ecstasy.

In the soft glow of candlelight, they met, Two souls entwined, their desires set. She, a vision in lace and silk, He, captivated by her grace, smooth as milk. Their eyes locked, a silent vow, To explore each other, here and now. In the quiet of the night, passion ignited, Their hearts racing, both excited. Drawn to each other, a magnetic pull, Their connection deep, their senses full. With gentle hands, he led her near, W...

Her Words Of Need

A quiet night time telepathy revealed these wants

Weave a delicate web for me With threads of silk accompanied by epic dreams of our revelry Spin me tales of wonder with your wild soul A spirit that is carefree adorn it with nothing but your smile Filling it with sweet... memories... Like hidden keys unlocking secret doors to a world of pleasure where our fevered passions roar ~ I go down on my knees In supplication to my needs My overwhelming urge My nerves are tingling...

Just You

Wanting to please you.

I'm wanting You Naked this bright night. Eager to give you pleasure As your wishes might. Wanting to explore every curve Of you before my very sight. I want to devour you, but an urge I fight As my wanting of you is my right, Taking your pussy as my first bite. Enthralled by my tongue, you arch your back. Asking me to empty my sack. You surrender to me your throbbing clit, Reaching your climax, I too submit. My tongue mas...

The Escape Of Ecstasy

She is everything

Ecstasy escaped her inner mortal soul Longing to give me her all I crave her luscious curves I caress her sweet succulent skin Licking and teasing every part Wanting to do so much more to her Dreaming with my mind wide open Reaching out in hopes she will give in Touching her deeply with his fingers for she will be his one mortal sin For I have such sexual fantasies That she so utterly adores Knowing but one intent To char...

My Leather Fist

Within my grip is life itself

My voice A leather fist that wraps tight around your soul With authoritative commands your defences willingly fold You tremble with desire as I take control A submissive my volunteer captive to my every burning goal My words a sexual snare Gripping your deepest needs in masterful seduction As I feed your biggest greed You yield to my dominance on a passionate high devoted to my will you humbly comply In my presence As you...

The Mistake

If only we could forget

Just once I wish, That the past could be forgotten, That what went before would not affect what is to come. Just once I wish, That the day we met could be forgotten, That your face, body, vibrant self would no longer haunt my thoughts and dreams. Just once I wish, That you had said “No” that afternoon, That the torrid touching of body on body, mouth on mouth never became a part of my life. Just once I wish, That we had ne...

Scene

sometimes all it takes to feel seen, is to do a scene with someone you trust to show you, yourself.

The sound of the locks sealing off any escape. The feel of the crop on my skin, The heat of his body against mine, The dry grip of his hands Caressing, Squeezing, Spreading me open. Mouth Teeth Tongue Hands. Straps Crop Flog Whip. I am his attention now, The sole focus. He’s reading me, Monitoring my responses In - out goes my breath. Zipper going down, I writhe in my bindings As they hold me in place. His Thrusts, My Gas...