Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Zones Erotique

Tags: poem, woman, body,
Erotically from A to Z.. the ultimate female stripped of pretense
Z is for zones érotiques

A woman needs but a gentle touch

To release her feminine mystique.

But a man can never put too much

Into her très chaude zone érotique.

Her hot zones cover so much

And wrap love-lust within

Flesh most sensitive to touch,

In her all encompassing skin.

Start at the top: her well coiffed hair

Is called her crowning glory.

Below when she's stripped bare!

Ah well, that's another story.

Her ears take in his ballsy tones;

Her nose knows his manly scent.

Even these least erogenous zones

Make her feel sex-heaven sent.

Her eyes are quite coyly dressed.

They're half-lidded,bearing lashes

Whose lusty length she’s stressed

As sex-hinting gazes she flashes.

Lips on her face speak of kisses.

And kisses always speak of love.

What a glorious opening this is!

Her lips below as well as above.

Her head on a torrid torso rests.

Forget not her neck or shoulders

As your hands wander to her breasts

Which resemble rock hard boulders.

At some point these girlish globes

Send a man into feverish fits

As his hand gropes as it probes

Her nipples, which men call tits.

All praise each nude buttock cheek,

Men get amazed, aroused and excited.

Over guys' knees women grow weak.

Sensual spanking is willingly invited.

Past her tummy and curving hips,

He holds her calves and thighs.

Awed by her beauty,he now strips

To best show off his manly size.

Her lips smile above and below.

Both sets of these get wet and then

Openly welcome this phallic fellow

Into her hottest, erotic zone den.

La langue française! C’ est pourle coeur

Et parfaite pour des choses romantiques.

Mais la langue qui gagne les jeux d'amour

Doit jouerdans des zones érotiques.

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

Copyright © This is copyrighted and belongs to BIC. It may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the written or e-mailed permission of the author. Who steals my purse, steals base lead. Who steals my lines, robs me of my soul.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/zones-erotique.aspx">Zones Erotique</a>

Comments (3)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason