Submissions by TibetanPeach
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Nurturing my fledgling erotica. Tends to wax philosophical.
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th May 2016 7:15am
27th May 2016 7:15am
A Little Wiggle
A little wiggle sets my ass to jiggling
You give it a slap, and then a second
Finding that frequency
At which the waves turn self-sustaining
Hips join in the gyration
Knees apart, head atilt
Grab hold with both hands
Lock eyes and
Fuck my ass, Daddy
You give it a slap, and then a second
Finding that frequency
At which the waves turn self-sustaining
Hips join in the gyration
Knees apart, head atilt
Grab hold with both hands
Lock eyes and
Fuck my ass, Daddy
638 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th May 2016 5:47am
19th May 2016 5:47am
#goo
Tree sap christening; my nymph induction
is consummated by the tree phallus. I guess this means my
fairy status is facebook official.
Coed Gets Public Facial and Smells Like Pine Forevermore
is consummated by the tree phallus. I guess this means my
fairy status is facebook official.
Coed Gets Public Facial and Smells Like Pine Forevermore
607 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2016 8:46am
16th May 2016 8:46am
On Cock Sucking
Two hands
Slip n slide
Sweet kisses up the length
Look up
Sly smile
Don't talk with your mouth full
Slip n slide
Sweet kisses up the length
Look up
Sly smile
Don't talk with your mouth full
1465 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2016 10:12am
14th May 2016 10:12am
Just Until Tomorrow (Erotic Prose)
I drop my clothes at the door and slide naked in between the sheets.
I curl up against so many pillows, or what my grandma calls “all that stuff” on my bed. I can't help it. I love to feel the cool, smooth linen and bury myself in between them until I become formless, suspended in clouds.
I smile to myself as I find a comfortable spot. I imagine it is you who I'm curled up against. Your cool, smooth skin. Your sweet, affectionate touches making me feel high, suspended in clouds.
I think about how easy it was for our tentative affection to become...
I curl up against so many pillows, or what my grandma calls “all that stuff” on my bed. I can't help it. I love to feel the cool, smooth linen and bury myself in between them until I become formless, suspended in clouds.
I smile to myself as I find a comfortable spot. I imagine it is you who I'm curled up against. Your cool, smooth skin. Your sweet, affectionate touches making me feel high, suspended in clouds.
I think about how easy it was for our tentative affection to become...
871 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2016 10:10am
14th May 2016 10:10am
F
Fuck this prim, poised affectation
Pluck my fucking peacock feathers bare
Stroke my downy peach fuzz raw
Fuck me new again
Pluck my fucking peacock feathers bare
Stroke my downy peach fuzz raw
Fuck me new again
782 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th May 2016 8:28am
13th May 2016 8:28am
"After" is a Noun Because I Say So (Erotic Prose)
The branches of the big palm tree outside my window bending and crashing in the wind
are made more beautiful because you are in my life.
The pressure of your lips and the swirl of your tongue on mine send a thrill down my body
and through my limbs.
I am wet for you instantly.
When I seek the release of my own touch, it is your eyes that swim before mine, deep
and emotive and half wild. I come to those eyes – the feeling of those eyes – as strongly
as the feeling of that cock sliding deep inside me.
In the hazy after I lie with heavy...
are made more beautiful because you are in my life.
The pressure of your lips and the swirl of your tongue on mine send a thrill down my body
and through my limbs.
I am wet for you instantly.
When I seek the release of my own touch, it is your eyes that swim before mine, deep
and emotive and half wild. I come to those eyes – the feeling of those eyes – as strongly
as the feeling of that cock sliding deep inside me.
In the hazy after I lie with heavy...
705 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2016 8:26am
13th May 2016 8:26am
The Fork Tines Tangle
A gutted fish, I gingerly lay my bones in the sun
to dry.
Flippin your fins, you don't get too far.
Out of the sea, wish I could be
sane.
to dry.
Flippin your fins, you don't get too far.
Out of the sea, wish I could be
sane.
707 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th May 2016 6:49am
12th May 2016 6:49am
I Dance Only for You but the Mirror Looks On
I dance only for you, but the mirror looks on.
Matching me turn for turn,
Dipping
and swirling
and undulating.
The rapt attention of a comfortable
old friend
bearing silent witness to a burst of passion.
But you are nowhere to be found.
I shake
and shimmy
and shudder.
I rock
and reel
and wreck.
I dance alone.
The mirror looks on.
Matching me turn for turn,
Dipping
and swirling
and undulating.
The rapt attention of a comfortable
old friend
bearing silent witness to a burst of passion.
But you are nowhere to be found.
I shake
and shimmy
and shudder.
I rock
and reel
and wreck.
I dance alone.
The mirror looks on.
839 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2016 6:45am
12th May 2016 6:45am
Night into Morning into Night into
I toss and turn and
clasp a cool pillow
against my fevered body
I grip it between my legs
sinking into the soft folds
and I relax
just long enough
to succumb once again
to the sweet oblivion of sleep
clasp a cool pillow
against my fevered body
I grip it between my legs
sinking into the soft folds
and I relax
just long enough
to succumb once again
to the sweet oblivion of sleep
627 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2016 6:53am
11th May 2016 6:53am
Bring Your Awareness Back to Your Breath
Shed that impassive demeanor
Let me stroke your insides
Like you do mine
It could be so much better with us
Be with me in this moment
Be in and of me
Obliterate
our separateness
Fuse with me
Meld
Fuck me
Let me fuck you back
Breathe
Let me stroke your insides
Like you do mine
It could be so much better with us
Be with me in this moment
Be in and of me
Obliterate
our separateness
Fuse with me
Meld
Fuck me
Let me fuck you back
Breathe
642 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2016 6:52am
11th May 2016 6:52am
My Sex is Poetry
So fucking sick of the pretense of purity
Putrid pastel pink puritanical prude
Pallid pussy packaged in painful padlocked panties
Fuck.
That.
My sex is glory. My sex is church. My sex is piety.
My sex is poetry.
Putrid pastel pink puritanical prude
Pallid pussy packaged in painful padlocked panties
Fuck.
That.
My sex is glory. My sex is church. My sex is piety.
My sex is poetry.
726 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2016 6:42am
10th May 2016 6:42am
Choices, Choices
Ah, the gut-wrenching hollowness
of disillusionment.
Better fill it with drugs or sex or food or a bullet.
Or excuses.
of disillusionment.
Better fill it with drugs or sex or food or a bullet.
Or excuses.
530 reads
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