Erotica and sex poetry - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
_shadoe_
koshka
koshka
Poem Published
28th Jul 2017 6:32am
28th Jul 2017 6:32am
proof of quantum ~ {ii}
iii}
you leashed the wolf, a perfect knot at your throat. cultured fucking savage.
french collared & cuff linked,
like the pale pink pinstripe in the charcoal could make you
a little more human.
i could see myself,
straddling those leather shoes, grinding to
a pitiful completion;
could hear the cold, satisfied laugh
that makes crows feet frame your pale eyes.
lust is absurd.
{ii}
the demure lines of my dress lay forgotten somewhere between
the front door
& the dark wood of my bedroom floor,
spine...
you leashed the wolf, a perfect knot at your throat. cultured fucking savage.
french collared & cuff linked,
like the pale pink pinstripe in the charcoal could make you
a little more human.
i could see myself,
straddling those leather shoes, grinding to
a pitiful completion;
could hear the cold, satisfied laugh
that makes crows feet frame your pale eyes.
lust is absurd.
{ii}
the demure lines of my dress lay forgotten somewhere between
the front door
& the dark wood of my bedroom floor,
spine...
271 reads
30 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 8:03pm
14th Aug 2017 8:03pm
Grateful Spread
rosy lips beg
seen open with eager,
please stifle all but
those sounds & moans...legs are spread wide,
digits teasing while plunged; swirled strokes extend
from this
gifted tongue
sink lengthy glides
to capture all the air,
make spiders dance to
the tempo played...bulging vein throbs
& conveys Your quick pulse; black webs are drawn
on my
pretty face
pleas now escape
flowing on soft sighs,
i feel You tense while
inhaling deep...passions floating
throughout the stale air; watched...
seen open with eager,
please stifle all but
those sounds & moans...legs are spread wide,
digits teasing while plunged; swirled strokes extend
from this
gifted tongue
sink lengthy glides
to capture all the air,
make spiders dance to
the tempo played...bulging vein throbs
& conveys Your quick pulse; black webs are drawn
on my
pretty face
pleas now escape
flowing on soft sighs,
i feel You tense while
inhaling deep...passions floating
throughout the stale air; watched...
240 reads
40 Comments
_shadoe_
koshka
koshka
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2017 7:15pm
2nd Aug 2017 7:15pm
subnormal ~ ii
iii.
you stitched
lustful fingers into
the seam of
my indecency
as i exhaled
irreverent entreaties,
heathen mewls
into the aether
ii.
tongues tied,
limbs
a gordian knot
of fuck,
i writhed
in supplication
off warm flesh,
salt slick
with exertion
i.
hands fisted in
the corkscrew curls
of fiery invitation,
i swallowed
your conceit,
in an inhalation
of hunger
https://youtube.com/watch?v=K1T4lXfEfyQ
proposition at...
you stitched
lustful fingers into
the seam of
my indecency
as i exhaled
irreverent entreaties,
heathen mewls
into the aether
ii.
tongues tied,
limbs
a gordian knot
of fuck,
i writhed
in supplication
off warm flesh,
salt slick
with exertion
i.
hands fisted in
the corkscrew curls
of fiery invitation,
i swallowed
your conceit,
in an inhalation
of hunger
https://youtube.com/watch?v=K1T4lXfEfyQ
proposition at...
235 reads
10 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
Graphic Intentions
tonight
i want to
give you a front row seat
to a private viewing of the process
of how it grows..how it flows
how it is cultivated..nursed to fruition
gifted and cursed by a particular addiction
Wiccan magic perhaps? hmmm
never the less..i confess
you are my cult
a postulant
before your opulence
eye envision you in some obscure corner
inside the theater of my mind
the floating phantom of my opera
awaiting this magnum opus
channeled through...
i want to
give you a front row seat
to a private viewing of the process
of how it grows..how it flows
how it is cultivated..nursed to fruition
gifted and cursed by a particular addiction
Wiccan magic perhaps? hmmm
never the less..i confess
you are my cult
a postulant
before your opulence
eye envision you in some obscure corner
inside the theater of my mind
the floating phantom of my opera
awaiting this magnum opus
channeled through...
452 reads
9 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2017 4:52am
3rd Aug 2017 4:52am
Towering Inferno - - with My Precious Willow for the 'Given The Chance To Unleash The Beast comp'
What would we do gifted the chance
to unleash Ragnar's beast?
I suppose at first, we'd have to make it rage,
there's nothing to wrangle
unless there's an inferno before me;
an intimidating tower hovering up above,
one that's challenging, like nothing I've ever seen
while you stoke that furnace
feeding fuel to that fire
how about I scale the surface
and settle in
to enjoy the lapping flames
as tongue dances
across my honeyed lips
greedy minx that I am
what you raise in the tower
I'll reap the...
to unleash Ragnar's beast?
I suppose at first, we'd have to make it rage,
there's nothing to wrangle
unless there's an inferno before me;
an intimidating tower hovering up above,
one that's challenging, like nothing I've ever seen
while you stoke that furnace
feeding fuel to that fire
how about I scale the surface
and settle in
to enjoy the lapping flames
as tongue dances
across my honeyed lips
greedy minx that I am
what you raise in the tower
I'll reap the...
123 reads
25 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 1:11pm
10th Aug 2017 1:11pm
Mousseline
We will
always
be draped
upon
an
earthen
table
with
our limbs
tangled
bound
by
paduasoy
as
you
spread
me
across the
cold
marble
slate
sliding within
the
tightness
of my
grooves
the grooves
that you
call
your own
as I'm
quivering
& ...
always
be draped
upon
an
earthen
table
with
our limbs
tangled
bound
by
paduasoy
as
you
spread
me
across the
cold
marble
slate
sliding within
the
tightness
of my
grooves
the grooves
that you
call
your own
as I'm
quivering
& ...
138 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 3:36am
4th Aug 2017 3:36am
a submissive's lust
332 reads
22 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 9:42pm
11th Aug 2017 9:42pm
My Penis 5.2 (A Prequel)
196 reads
28 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
1st Aug 2017 9:30pm
1st Aug 2017 9:30pm
Pearly Blessings
throbs echoing to ache
quickly travel
the finest veins
found there to ping and taunt me,
it only does nothing but
create awakened torture;
in need of release, a hold
is taken immediately
splayed to lie prostrate
weighted warmth is then pressed
both on top
and against the back,
hands left to trace
every flushed curve
brought to sway, while
attempting to just relax
the room feels to spin as
thickened head floats lingering
fixed on images
both sturdy and delicate,
wings of a butterfly ...
quickly travel
the finest veins
found there to ping and taunt me,
it only does nothing but
create awakened torture;
in need of release, a hold
is taken immediately
splayed to lie prostrate
weighted warmth is then pressed
both on top
and against the back,
hands left to trace
every flushed curve
brought to sway, while
attempting to just relax
the room feels to spin as
thickened head floats lingering
fixed on images
both sturdy and delicate,
wings of a butterfly ...
157 reads
24 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
31st Jul 2017 10:42pm
31st Jul 2017 10:42pm
Blossomed Apertures
Slightest gaps left teased with
A projected kiss are found to
Bloom and then drape, eager
For the sensual licks of the gift
Left glowing, felt to warm
Every one of my senses; upon the
Tips of hungry rays seeking sweet
Nectar's need to flow, a sigh can be
Heard; drops fall from the north to
Cascade down south, experienced
Simultaneously between exotic pistils;
Stigmas both ready and receptive,
To bask in the blossomed apertures
Of their wet glow, whether or not
Seeds travel the same destined path
Of a would be stamen's...
A projected kiss are found to
Bloom and then drape, eager
For the sensual licks of the gift
Left glowing, felt to warm
Every one of my senses; upon the
Tips of hungry rays seeking sweet
Nectar's need to flow, a sigh can be
Heard; drops fall from the north to
Cascade down south, experienced
Simultaneously between exotic pistils;
Stigmas both ready and receptive,
To bask in the blossomed apertures
Of their wet glow, whether or not
Seeds travel the same destined path
Of a would be stamen's...
165 reads
25 Comments
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