Oh my goodness,

for I am truly lost.

A wrong turn at Cuckold

lands me here

in Erotic poetry,

a foreign land to me.

My body cowers in fear,

scared, repressed, sheltered,

knowing I don't belong here.

But Fluttered and Writeroferotica333

extend their gentle hands,

eager to introduce me to their world.

I explore your delightful home,

seeing the pictures you paint,

the emotions you arouse.

Every word has delicious meaning,

musically telling your story,

making me feel something. 

There are no signs of plots or protagonists,

just writings

full of wild abandon,

often discarding punctuation.

Without the confines of a perfect sentence,

imagination explodes.

I long to be uninhibited,

much like your free verse

and I shed my clothes.

Nipples tingle.

Ample breasts rejoice.

Pussy breathes.

Your poems are shorter in length

proving less is more

as you instill an urgency inside

to lose myself in ecstasy.

You can be my stimulating foreplay

or my exploding climax.

Your verses light my romantic ardor

stirring hidden longings,

while your stanzas stoke my flames of desire

setting free my fantasies.

Oh my goodness

I find my heart's desire.

Your stimulating phrases burn inside me

threatening to melt my flesh,

while your seductive rhythm takes hold

causing my body to writhe.

My legs soon open 

with my widening mind.

Alliterations tongue, tease, and titillate

my sensitive little bud.

Personification gives life

to sleeping Pussy

making her leak tears of joy

and quiver in anticipation.

Your melodic rhymes

make my body sing.

Oh my goodness

we don't fuck here

but our bodies melt together

in absolute harmony.

Regretfully, the time has come

for me to bid adieu

to Adrian and Lil Bit

just to name a few.

After basking in your brilliance

My soul feels anew.

I sleepily crawl away

fully satiated by your offerings.

My body slick from passion

slides down the category slope

to Flash Erotica

where I belong.