my tongue
knows

exactly what’s
in

your box

Light, teasing
kisses

like a misting
of rain

steadily
pattering until

the downpour
exceeds

torrential

Your giving
takes the strength

from my legs
and a groan from

my lips.

#erotic #poetry #love #romance #erotic a

some days
it’s hard

thinking of you

so hard
I have to

put you
on your knees

and smack your
ass a bit

just to get
my head straight

#eroticpoetry #love #romance #sensualpoetry #poetry

I was just on a business call and I told the lady, “Well, I don’t want to discourage anyone from coming.”

In retrospect, I don’t know if I ever uttered truer words.
🤣🤣🤣

don’t lose yourself
in these words

lose yourself in
what my tongue

finds between
your legs

#eroticpoetry #love #romance
#poetry

A dandelion
beneath the shadow
of bloomed roses
blowing wishes
as she dances
in the solace
of faith

He inhales
the scent
of stale perfume
reaching
shrapnel covered
jewels
in a dusty room
so engaged
in yesterday
he strays
from the one
who loves him
today

I could get on my knees and
tell you how much I care
How brilliant you are and
how magical I am

a once-in-your-life type

I wanted reassurances
that I mattered and
you felt the same
burning as me
that same connection
that I feel, every single day

I dream
to dance in
nothing
but white lace
and lipstick
to swap my hips
to the music
of your guttural growls
to gift you
what I hide
to hear you say
'MINE'
with pride

my tongue
needs some alone

time between
your legs

even as your rain
spills down
my chin and
bare chest

your tongue
inspires me to

stand up
straight and tall

give me just
a minute,

will you?

there’s a
spill between
your legs
that needs licking . . .

some people
call these poems

I write smut.
I call them memories,

the kind they
only dream of.

I leverage
your need to
keep you dripping—

and if that
doesn’t work
I can always use

the wall
for leverage—

while your
legs wrap
around and around

me.

Don’t whisper
my name—

No, say it
loud, loud,
louder.

So what
if your leg
is shaking and

you need to catch
your breath?

So what
if each thrust

interrupts
every thought?

she brought
the backpack full
of toys

but never
stopped to think
that I might

have other
ideas, what with
this necktie

and those bedposts
handy.

The very
f l a m e s
that I breathe

I'll never long for
anything else
the way that
I rawly ache
for y o u

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#Roomprompts /Penumbra
Noun-the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.
#Amatory /Breath of fire