.Sex Poems.

This is my all time fav ^^
I wish i could always write like this

~*Sleeping Beauty*~

She sleeps on a stump for a bed
Dreaming a never ending dream, deep in the forest  
Comatose curse upon her from a touch of a spindle
All because jealousy struck a wicked witch
For this I will never forgive that Maleficent  
It’s because of her that my heart weeps for this slumbering beauty

Daylight fades, and moonlight comes and goes
It seems like years of me just watching a motionless body
From time to time laying my head against her chest
Just making sure she’s still breathing

Waking up to the sound of a travelers voice one day
I tell him all about my love, Aurora
Feeling sorry for me, he hands me an old bottle of wine  
Telling me to drink, and move on
But as he leaves, I can not
I rather stay and cry as I swallow every last drop

Being irate, I yell at the woodland creatures
Screaming at the trees and sky
“Why couldn’t it have been me instead, dammit?!”
I look over her body to say my peace
As I stare down the sight strangely arouses me

That brown hair with skin that glows with the sunlight    
Her top hugging her breasts while exposing cleavage
I wipe the drool from my face, glance around to make sure no one’s watching
Then quickly lift up her dress, discovering blue lace panties
Feeling disgusted with myself, but I’m too drunk to care
I remove those panties, then slide my fingers inside
 
With my digits twiddling inside that glorious flower
I take my mouth and press my lips against Aurora’s clit
Sucking gently while moving my tongue around her pearl
My other hand stroking my hard cock through my pants
Thinking “this can’t be wrong…. after all, she is my true love”

Removing my clothing then placing myself on top of her
Carefully sliding my throbbing part inside that tight cunt  
I close my eyes while trusting back and forth to saver the fixation    
Craving more of her body so I lower her top, enjoying the view of bare breast
My left hand squeezing on her tits as I give them bites and licks
My right hand cupping her firm bottom while I push deeper inside

My breath speeds up, my body tingles
Going in faster and harder, harder and faster
Letting out a loud groan while my jizz completely drains inside her
I collapse on Miss Aurora’s perfectly smooth body
With my head against hers, I whisper “I love you” then give three kisses
One on the side of her head, another to her cheek, and one last kiss on the lips…
She opens her eyes, and I stare into them with a look of great fear

Milk & Honey Rivulets 


When I'm with him, I can't help 
but fall on my knees to the  
sound of loosening belt buckle 
exposing what belongs to me 

He tells me, to remember 
why I'm here, the undoing 
tongue tattooed with whips of 
his cock beating his name 

Sliding deep in my drooling 
mouth, eager to swallow  
every inch of his big juicy  
length, easing, manipulating 

To the back of my throat 
my hair wrapped tangled 
in his fist, guiding him 
home, thrashing to the wall 

Turning me on all fours 
head low obedient, entering 
slow, tip full, engorged 
bulging with purple rage 

Fucking me from behind 
I look back and ask, 
‘Does it look good?’ Because 
that shit sure feels good papi 

Grounding my ass to the floor 
entering my tight hole,  
fingers trail from my curvy  
hips against his bone 

Teasing with the thrill 
“You better keep all
that dick inside my ass 
not remove an inch"  

Mmmm.....asi papi.....ayi papi 
I sway my hips side to side 
up and down, rocking 
on that beautiful cock 

Pulsating in and out 
hard as a stone, gripping 
muscle-tight, hair-twined 
I squirt all over his balls 

Begging for a taste of 
his cock, drenched with 
my nectar, ribbons of squirts 
dripping from our skin 

My tongue traces, lapping 
at the veins, engorged with 
desire with a taste of my  
cunt, his slave of lust 

He pushes my face 
into his groin, ordering 
‘Bitch lick it clean to know 
I will always own you.” 

Si papi! 

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I wanted a little art work to go along with my poem, "Turn Me On", but it seems it didn't make it past the censors.  I hope this one does.

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EROS’ EUCHARIST


Ye boasters of endowment

You braggarts of prowessness

All is meaningless

Without Eros’ Eucharist


So forego your genitalia

Instead,

Concentrate on your lips


Because all that is ‘Sex’

Begins and ends

With a simple kiss


This is an old write.

Carnival ! extreme content !

I dance on the edge of your madness     
to the sound of thunderous tunes     
days blending into nights     
watching sun chase the moon     
    
Endless music and dance     
the festival of our dreams     
Carnaval Ponceño     
blasting the heartstrings     
of whimsical notion     
vibrating and quivering to my lust     
eyes masked with enticement     
shimmering with hues of beads     
circling curved limbs, our laughter     
drowned in sweet elixir     
of passion.     
    
Rolling in the delirium     
of the scent     
of salty sweat of sex, assaults     
while memory taunts     
Ayi lo maravilloso que se siente     
pushed against the wall,     
seduced     
by ebony flesh     
smeared on caramel,     
hot dripping kisses, fingers     
tracing my pelvic bones     
tongue lashing     
with hard stabs, attacking     
pulsating with the beat of drums     
exploding my thighs     
with the daring night     
    
Damelo Papi, lastimame!     
    
Brand your fingerprints     
on my hot burning flesh     
quenching the thirst     
of my silky desire,     
vibrating and quivering     
deeper     
muffling my moans     
in a hush     
with your wet mouth     
urging, coaxing for     
surrender.     
In the defiance maze     
the chase, wanting     
luring, alluring     
the hunter and the prey.     
    
But is it me, or is it you?     
    
Dripping with passion     
from lips     
gyrating bodies     
in synchronicity     
I am your hostage     
you are my captor     
if just for a moment     
lost in the heat of     
this connection.     
Suckling on ruby red buds     
your face buried in mounds     
a slave to this witchy woman     
intoxicated with madness.     
    
My suppressed fire     
under your skin     
melts the honey dripping     
from my aching thighs     
thick and heavy     
against your heat and weight     
longing to drown in the sweetness     
of sinful disgrace.     
    
Mmmm...pegame duro papi en las nargas     
    
Fill me with your power     
I want to feel pain and pleasure     
in this demise     
under watchful gaze of envy     
on the filthy streets, strewn     
with confetti and tattooed memories.     
    
Ahogame con su lujuria!     
    
While you lick the feral deviance     
ordering me to masturbate     
the way you'd take me     
abused and licked     
tearing my wet chocha     
filing with milky seeds     
reckless surrender     
between clemency     
    
Misericordia de ti mi amor     
    
When it's over you'd be     
just a memory, while I swing my hips     
to the beat of the drum     
the sex and lust     
just a power of the rhythm     
dance with me if you dare.     
    
Only if you dare     
to go over     
the edge!     

Fuck the words when moans say it all




The torrid kisses
delicious drip-tongue-dip
with every scalding slip
daring to bump and grind
your eyes on my
panty
L
E
S
S
crotch
Molesting the present
legs thrown at throes
twisting mindless sex
shifting beneath weight
petal-to-metal
lewd
L
U
S
T
vex
On lookers watching
watchers silently licking
yearning for a drop-to-cup
on their dagger tongue
nasty is the new delicacy
ohhhh
P
A
P
I
tell me
How do you want me?
on my knees, divine pussy
riding the chocolate stick
rocking eternal destruction
twisting my nipples
burning
R
U
B
Y
lips
Damnation to devotion
french twirl of passions
creamy thighs ignited
succubus in abyss
wanton ascent to hell
point of no
R
E
T
U
R
N
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Just fuck
the
words.

It's All Semantics; The Subjectiveness of Romance

"...There will always be a part of me    
that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that..."    
-Tiffany from Silver Linings Playbook    
   

   
there will always be a part of me    
that savors getting nailed    
in gas station bathrooms--    
   
where the flickering fluorescents pulse on    
nicotine and graffiti-stricken-confessionals    
provides an idyllic backdrop    
for such a sullied heart    
   
where savage immediacy trumps    
appropriately apportioned  affection    
| every |  goddamned | time |    
   
when the sound of ripped lace    
accentuated by guttural impatience    
diminishes every saccharine sentiment    
to muddied whispers    
   
when a few moments of  
embodying a butterfly specimen,    
thrust and splayed  
pinned by the throat to the wall    
holds more meaning than being    
a card-carrying trophy wife

a balancing act at twilight

the rain's baptismal kisses        
never begin to drop me to my knees        
until i'm atop that hill        
engulfed by green,        
                spinning free...        
       
       
       
       
straddling the gyrating void--        
one foot perched in        
sweltering adoration;        
the other bracing        
an unparalleled dimension        
of selfish, panging rhythm        
       
your compass-like hands        
find purchase in fistfulls        
of my feral locks        
to rein in and anchor        
the wanton immediacy        
banishing wayward doubts        
from our private bacchanalia        
       
smoldering eyes warn        
not to dare placations      
of disingenuous pillow talk
(there are no strings here)      
       
because we both know        
i'm one of many          
and we both know        
i'm just passing through  
(there were no strings here)      
       
all i want is a surety        
for that moment;        
amidst your thrall,        
when i scream my        
sincerest confessions-        
i've mattered  
       for an iota      
                     after all

Melting Icicles

a midwinter's artist
surrendered
cold shoulders
and painted my belly
with his snowflakes

...the Mouths of Babes

with a feathered touch
he cradled my head  
in his hands;
"It's like a dandelion
close your eyes,  
make a wish,
and  
  just
      blow."

the exhaustion of desire and bad writing (or a simple random base yearning at 1:14 p.m.)

for G.R.

My hot schoolgirl crush.
The hunger in me for you.
Incessant. Insatiable.

My body alive with you. In my head
you lean down, smooth the hair tenderly
from my face as I loudly and voraciously suck you.
My hand desperate and rapid inside me
as you hold me in place, harshly navigate
the dark ocean of my mouth.

That wet pulling in my core.
Oh, please, make me wait.
Draw it out and be softly cruel.
Avoid the places that
scream for your hands, your tongue,  
your swollen luscious cock.
Tell me that you own me
and make me whimper and beg.

You pinch hard at my nipples
while my eyes roll back inside my head.
Place yourself between my aching tits,
sliding between them slickly,
the sweet relief of your fingers
plunging fast and loud in me.

Taking the sweet head of your cock
and spreading it slowly over and within
my petal-soft folds, pulled wide for your viewing.
The insides of my thighs glossed with wetness.

Pushing up slowly into me, impaling my tiny body
with your too-full, turgid length.
In the end, fucking, fucking, fucking me with abandon.
The slapping of your heaving balls
a most delectable punishment.

Pull yourself out at the end, make me feel
the absence, my weeping cunt clenching at air.
Deny me release. Break my heart
while you pump yourself so gracefully, heartbreakingly,
hotly over that spot (oh your beautiful face), the one right above my
throbbing clit, so I can see your thick, lovely essence
spewing its massive drops on me.

Make me remember
how bad a woman I am.
Then leave me coldly
so you can haunt me forever.

Hero

i shall prepare a skin for you
package of flesh to meet your flesh

in this space we needn’t speak of love
in a darkened room i ask not for forever
but for your face between my legs

my body aches to be taken
somewhere far away and hidden
to distant times and places
upon the table where you feast hungrily

you needn’t lift a finger
ask of me what you will
i am yours to command

no prop is too great
no scene too outlandish
the friction of our bodies
shall create novels

your voice fingers
the dripping cunt of my brain
the drugs cause a tightness in my head
a clarity sharp and hot
it feels real
it feels like you to me

i want you inside every orifice
sucking you in and holding you there
till the sky turns black
and the stars fade into nothingness

all this
all of me
i need you to own

let me gorge upon you
your hot breath at the glass of my neck
my tits are pages yearning to be read
nipples form bold-faced shivering words
that pucker for the braille of your hands

splay me open for your pleasure
for there is power in a man
who makes a woman want to be a whore

on your back
turned away from me
i’ll make you a hero

Incubus

He found her on a mound
of white satin, her feet
encased in scarlet ballet
slippers, the silk ribbons
crossed to her knees.

She drank in his scenery,
she was a child of obsession.
Inhaling smoke as if hungry
beyond sanity, she continued
to watch him, and he permitted
her this.

When he touched her, he did not
feel her skin, only her need:
gold-tipped bubbles frothing
in a glass of radiant wine.
He saw the scrim of fog
beneath her flesh, illuminated
by hanging scarlet lanterns.

His sex was a silver cage of sparrows
fluttering within a baptismal light.
Scarlet wings folded underneath her,
providing a feathery cushion.
She moved her lips to moan his name
and a raven flew from her mouth.

Lavender flooded her veins as she
received him, her climax a million
diamonds scattered upon black water.

(Last one, promise!)

The Book of Jasmine

I want to feed him with my breasts.
I want his tongue darting softly
in my mouth, in and out like the waves
upon the shore. To sit upon his engorged flesh
and love his pain away, my tongue
lapping at his tears.

I want to swallow his past, his fears
while my sex swallows his member,
up and down, side to side, in slow,
deliberate agony. His thick stalk
is slick and glistening with my need,
so deep inside me I can feel
the tight pounding of his testicles.

Sometimes, he lets me behold the wonder
of our bodies joined together, skin to skin,
pubic hair to pubic hair, holding my legs
wide as I behold the wonder of our coupling,
feeling the strain of his holding back
in his taut arms. Other times, he pushes me
onto my back, entering me with all his force,
all his haunted yearning and matching desperation.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he pounds
into me while I drown in the intoxicating sounds
of our love: the wet plopping, slapping-smacking,
the loud sounds of his pleasure.

I want to feel his moans inside me. To be as soft
and pliable to him as a doll as he turns me away
from him, slides my body onto his shaft.
He alternately lifts and lets me fall upon him
as he pushes high into me, his muscles corded
with sweat and tension. He is so hard and full
it almost hurts, and he watches my face crinkled
in pleasure-pain, my eyes half-lidded as if drugged.

In my dreams, his eyes are black. Piercing.

I hunger to know and taste every part of him.
For my womb, lips, throat, and flesh to be doused
in his seed. When I take him in my mouth, his
throbbing fullness, the soft sac of his testicles,
I am so hungry for him, every pore of my body
screaming so wildly for him, that I am shocked
at how deeply I take him in, how much of him
I swallow, and it is not enough. It is never enough.

I ache for his breath and words, be them harsh
and ragged, soft and gentle, to plunder my ears
as his goldenrod staff plunders the wet flower
of my core, over and over, relentlessly.

For he is never so beautiful, my fallen angel,
as when he is thrusting into me, my mouth,
between my breasts, in other forbidden places,
strong hands holding me in place, making me catch him.

I want his hands everywhere on my body, teasing,
learning, knowing. I want him to touch my most
secret place, swirling his fingers in my desire,
bringing them to my lips, making me taste myself
upon him. I want to hear him growl and shudder
as he takes me, all the while hoarsely chanting,
‘Mine. Mine. Mine.’

When I meet him, I will have rubbed orange blossoms
and vanilla onto my skin, between my legs.
There will be pinned a sole flower in my hair.

When I leave him, his scent will cling to my skin
for days. I shall sleep and eat little yet burn
forever, waiting to lie with him again. Knowing
this madness will never exhaust itself.

Juices dripping... ! extreme content !

She stares out the window    
thinking of nothing in particular    
Robotically moves as if on cue to dress    
starting with black lace underwear    
   
Soon he'll put the key in her door    
A man she's held in her heart    
longer than she cares to remember    
She tries hard not to get excited    
To keep any expectations at bay    
   
To him it's sex    
To her it's making love    
The way he explores her with his tongue, his fingers    
sends her to a place she had never dreamed of    
His cock, a picture of perfection    
His knob with its one eye gaping open    
beckoning her, wanting to explore    
the darkness of her hidden reaches  
   
She reaches for her phone at the thought of this    
Finds the photo of his dick    
This is what gets her through till their next liaison    
He'll be here soon but she's impatient    
She lays down on her bed, parts her legs    
Looks at the photo as she parts her lips    
Fingers inserted, moist she is    
Spreading her juices all over her vagina    
   
She starts slowly, rubbing her clit    
As the feeling heightens so does the speed    
Fingers in, out, one then two then three    
Fast they move, at the angle he holds his cock    
She feels that telltale sensation, she's nearly there    
Today, right now, her clit takes second place    
She's building up to squirt her juices from her cunt    
   
Hmmm...that unmistakable sensation leads her to heaven    
She slowly regains her composure    
Hears the key in the door...he's here    
Juices dripping she removes the rest of her underwear    
Greets him naked with a passionate kiss    
Guides his hand to between her legs    
Her juices dripping on his fingertips