Submissions by Christophehld
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2014 4:20am
15th Feb 2014 4:20am
Honey Flower (a valentine)
The sweetness drips from swollen to yearning lips
Nectar pulsing down the fattened petals of your slit
My life springs from the flow of your softened seam
A rich, thick dessert of warm spiced heavy cream
Draw my throbbing hard into your quivering tender
Cradle it deep in your pink rose bloomed in surrender
Until my seed explodes with the force of nature's power
Love's sticky morning dew upon your honey flower
Nectar pulsing down the fattened petals of your slit
My life springs from the flow of your softened seam
A rich, thick dessert of warm spiced heavy cream
Draw my throbbing hard into your quivering tender
Cradle it deep in your pink rose bloomed in surrender
Until my seed explodes with the force of nature's power
Love's sticky morning dew upon your honey flower
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 4:23am
17th Dec 2013 4:23am
Freedom
Be free, my love...of my love.
I lift my weight from you.
Fret no more my pleas for desire's requite.
No longer need for your aversions. Obfuscations.
Put away your false smile framed in false light.
I will find satisfaction elsewhere,
even if only in my head and hand.
But you may rest assured;
my passion will no longer trouble you.
Your name will fall silent on my lips.
My cock will forget the path to your clit.
My soul will dive into the cum of another.
My spirit will devour cravings from a new lover.
So be free of me,...
I lift my weight from you.
Fret no more my pleas for desire's requite.
No longer need for your aversions. Obfuscations.
Put away your false smile framed in false light.
I will find satisfaction elsewhere,
even if only in my head and hand.
But you may rest assured;
my passion will no longer trouble you.
Your name will fall silent on my lips.
My cock will forget the path to your clit.
My soul will dive into the cum of another.
My spirit will devour cravings from a new lover.
So be free of me,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Nov 2013 11:47pm
7th Nov 2013 11:47pm
LOVER
Cascade down
Sheets of wet
In summer's vaginal clouds warmed
Desire sloshing in her seam
Pulsing
Pumping
Pounding
Surrounding
Covering the man I am
... and hope to be
Wanting to be nowhere
... but in her
Soaked
Cleansed
Loved
Freed
Sheets of wet
In summer's vaginal clouds warmed
Desire sloshing in her seam
Pulsing
Pumping
Pounding
Surrounding
Covering the man I am
... and hope to be
Wanting to be nowhere
... but in her
Soaked
Cleansed
Loved
Freed
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 2:54am
30th Sep 2013 2:54am
BOXED-IN
She loves me...
in tiny spaces,
set in solid stasis.
Frozen in time,
on a dull looping rhyme.
With four-cornered fucks,
god-damn it sucks.
Seeing passion thru the glass,
as others tap that ass.
I am anger in a box.
I am Jenny,
“Just aren’t enough rocks.”
in tiny spaces,
set in solid stasis.
Frozen in time,
on a dull looping rhyme.
With four-cornered fucks,
god-damn it sucks.
Seeing passion thru the glass,
as others tap that ass.
I am anger in a box.
I am Jenny,
“Just aren’t enough rocks.”
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 11:08pm
19th Jul 2013 11:08pm
Dangerous Love
Obscure our love.
The bond uneasy.
Is it the weakness of my heart?
Or the disposition of hers?
Passion intensely shared, until diverted.
Then non-existent, without a past.
Her affections staccato.
Unpredictable like a hummingbird's flight.
Afflictive and attractive in their whimsy.
Quickening and stopping my pulse at once.
But I risk it.
All that I now am, need and hold dear.
For her discovery of she.
The debase gratification of me.
The odd consummation of we.
The bond uneasy.
Is it the weakness of my heart?
Or the disposition of hers?
Passion intensely shared, until diverted.
Then non-existent, without a past.
Her affections staccato.
Unpredictable like a hummingbird's flight.
Afflictive and attractive in their whimsy.
Quickening and stopping my pulse at once.
But I risk it.
All that I now am, need and hold dear.
For her discovery of she.
The debase gratification of me.
The odd consummation of we.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 5:45am
22nd Jun 2013 5:45am
Renewal
The universe formed between her thighs.
Superlatives none describe the highs.
In her bosom's depth salvation lies.
Her fertile garden grows ample supply.
So let me languish in her silken skin.
For from her touch I'm made whole again.
Superlatives none describe the highs.
In her bosom's depth salvation lies.
Her fertile garden grows ample supply.
So let me languish in her silken skin.
For from her touch I'm made whole again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 6:24am
21st Jun 2013 6:24am
In Dark Moments
Hope, just a figment of imagination.
Love, a bridge sold a stupid population.
Humanity, our shared serial tribulation.
Life, the true eternal conflagration.
Love, a bridge sold a stupid population.
Humanity, our shared serial tribulation.
Life, the true eternal conflagration.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 4:53am
19th Jun 2013 4:53am
Good Morning
I still taste you.
Last night stains my tongue.
Spent cream coats my shaft.
I still feel you.
Riding.
A finger in your wetted ass.
Lips upon a swaying breast.
The other, in twisting fingertips.
Your seam pulsing.
My lust pumping.
Our hearts thumping.
I still hear you.
breathing...
sighing...
moaning...
crying...
I still want you...
again.
Whispers in your ear.
He is risen,
and your petals moist.
We slip and slide to heaven.
It is morning, love. ...
Last night stains my tongue.
Spent cream coats my shaft.
I still feel you.
Riding.
A finger in your wetted ass.
Lips upon a swaying breast.
The other, in twisting fingertips.
Your seam pulsing.
My lust pumping.
Our hearts thumping.
I still hear you.
breathing...
sighing...
moaning...
crying...
I still want you...
again.
Whispers in your ear.
He is risen,
and your petals moist.
We slip and slide to heaven.
It is morning, love. ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jun 2013 3:45am
15th Jun 2013 3:45am
HW Love
Hurt me.
Strike this heart with your pleasured pain.
Afflicted sans malice or curse,
but in our perverse syncopatic harmony.
Burn me.
In a blaze of lascivious vignettes.
Quenching the flames just as I am consumed.
And, with lust's creamy balm, dress my wounds.
Spurn me.
Refuse the feast of your garden's sacred harvest.
A denial borne not of stored hate nor selfish rage,
but strange gift for my unholy adoration of you.
Reserving still for me thy bounty's sweet best.
Return to me.
With perfumed lace stained by melded...
Strike this heart with your pleasured pain.
Afflicted sans malice or curse,
but in our perverse syncopatic harmony.
Burn me.
In a blaze of lascivious vignettes.
Quenching the flames just as I am consumed.
And, with lust's creamy balm, dress my wounds.
Spurn me.
Refuse the feast of your garden's sacred harvest.
A denial borne not of stored hate nor selfish rage,
but strange gift for my unholy adoration of you.
Reserving still for me thy bounty's sweet best.
Return to me.
With perfumed lace stained by melded...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2013 3:07am
26th May 2013 3:07am
Text to a mistress
I want you.
I need you.
More than I deserve.
More than I can ever have.
Your taste.
Your smell.
Your sweet surprise,
as in your presence I rise.
And linger within you,
as our lust
renews our love.
I need you.
More than I deserve.
More than I can ever have.
Your taste.
Your smell.
Your sweet surprise,
as in your presence I rise.
And linger within you,
as our lust
renews our love.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2013 6:21pm
25th May 2013 6:21pm
U & I
NEITHER
all that can,
want,
or should.
EACH
a work,
a progress,
misunderstood.
BOTH
in search,
of that which,
we could . . .
BE
TOGETHER
if erase,
lines drawn,
would. . .
WE.
all that can,
want,
or should.
EACH
a work,
a progress,
misunderstood.
BOTH
in search,
of that which,
we could . . .
BE
TOGETHER
if erase,
lines drawn,
would. . .
WE.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2013 2:28pm
4th May 2013 2:28pm
This is Love?
Should love so oft make a sullen heart cry?
Will ever life reveal where our medium lies?
Accept this as how lovers were made to be?
Why difficult work for you to flame for me?
Is naive that love is passion's igniting source?
What speaks of us it seems so hard and forced?
Have in desire's stead placed Thee pity's concern?
Pray then free us each to find what truly we yearn.
Will ever life reveal where our medium lies?
Accept this as how lovers were made to be?
Why difficult work for you to flame for me?
Is naive that love is passion's igniting source?
What speaks of us it seems so hard and forced?
Have in desire's stead placed Thee pity's concern?
Pray then free us each to find what truly we yearn.
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