Submissions by GoodGirlHere
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Dec 2014 3:30am
8th Dec 2014 3:30am
Seen and Unseen
There's really no need to seduce you,
but when I make it a game, I can seduce myself just the same.
So I lay out on a cushy bed in front
of mirrored closet doors and think
about what you'd like to see in my
little scene.
The view behind the computer screen.
The only visible articles of clothing are my argyle socks.
My hair draping long over my shoulders.
Or do you prefer what you can't see?
The unadorned black bra concealing my breasts.
The little strip of fabric I pass of as underwear.
but when I make it a game, I can seduce myself just the same.
So I lay out on a cushy bed in front
of mirrored closet doors and think
about what you'd like to see in my
little scene.
The view behind the computer screen.
The only visible articles of clothing are my argyle socks.
My hair draping long over my shoulders.
Or do you prefer what you can't see?
The unadorned black bra concealing my breasts.
The little strip of fabric I pass of as underwear.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 6:46pm
24th Dec 2012 6:46pm
Trio
Please review. I've been gone so long, I need a little push to get it together. :)
Sitting.
He leans in
“It’s been so long, I just need to have some contact with you.”
He wraps an arm around my legs, and I get lost in his touch.
“I think you want me to kiss you.”
He holds my chin and slides his tongue over mine.
“I told you it’d be hard not to jump on you.”
He grazes his hands up my thighs, hoping I’ll let him pull my jeans down again.
He keeps such a neat house,
I’d forgotten he likes
to throw my clothes across the room...
Sitting.
He leans in
“It’s been so long, I just need to have some contact with you.”
He wraps an arm around my legs, and I get lost in his touch.
“I think you want me to kiss you.”
He holds my chin and slides his tongue over mine.
“I told you it’d be hard not to jump on you.”
He grazes his hands up my thighs, hoping I’ll let him pull my jeans down again.
He keeps such a neat house,
I’d forgotten he likes
to throw my clothes across the room...
1184 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 5:27am
24th Dec 2012 5:27am
Embryonic Regions of the Brain
Temporal lobe is home
to the auditory association area.
So, when I breathe into your ear
you understand what I mean
when I say I'm wearing the
lavender panties with black lace trim.
The cerebellum
coordinates movement,
so you can drive me home with
one hand on the wheel.
The pons is the the bridge
from the midbrain to the medulla:
for tasting.
So when it all comes off,
your brain
insn't the only thing
getting to work.
to the auditory association area.
So, when I breathe into your ear
you understand what I mean
when I say I'm wearing the
lavender panties with black lace trim.
The cerebellum
coordinates movement,
so you can drive me home with
one hand on the wheel.
The pons is the the bridge
from the midbrain to the medulla:
for tasting.
So when it all comes off,
your brain
insn't the only thing
getting to work.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 5:20am
24th Dec 2012 5:20am
Bottomless: A Sequel to Topless
He pulls me
against him,
walks me back
to the bed,
and lays me
down to warm me up.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/36576-topless/
against him,
walks me back
to the bed,
and lays me
down to warm me up.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/36576-topless/
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 5:23am
1st Mar 2012 5:23am
Catching
I wear low-cut shirts
Because I like to catch him
Looking at my bra.
Because I like to catch him
Looking at my bra.
1009 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 4:15am
26th Jan 2012 4:15am
Writer's Block
Lecture & lab nights
fry my brain.
I can't think about erotica
when I can still smell cadaver juices from class.
Today was brain day.
Brains smell better than muscles.
I'm trying to remember dura mater and pia mater
and other superficial meninges.
The pineal body sits superiorly to
the corpora quadrigemina.
Larry calls it "the tongue in the butt".
Actually, that gives me an idea.
fry my brain.
I can't think about erotica
when I can still smell cadaver juices from class.
Today was brain day.
Brains smell better than muscles.
I'm trying to remember dura mater and pia mater
and other superficial meninges.
The pineal body sits superiorly to
the corpora quadrigemina.
Larry calls it "the tongue in the butt".
Actually, that gives me an idea.
810 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2012 2:26am
21st Jan 2012 2:26am
Ascent: A collaboration between tornado and GoodGirlHere
I have nothing against the rough,
but prefer somewhere natural and sweet.
So, if you care to be daring,
I'll show you a trick if you give me a treat.
Do you think these more than a mouth full?
Come, let me capture you with my soft lips,
and make your eyes roll back
with what I can do with my hips.
I may not soar to the level of K2
but I'm higher than any lover’s lane.
I'll entertain you, to say the least,
along this trek to erotically insane.
Your charms put this vista to shame,
and speaking of your hips, I'll confide, ...
but prefer somewhere natural and sweet.
So, if you care to be daring,
I'll show you a trick if you give me a treat.
Do you think these more than a mouth full?
Come, let me capture you with my soft lips,
and make your eyes roll back
with what I can do with my hips.
I may not soar to the level of K2
but I'm higher than any lover’s lane.
I'll entertain you, to say the least,
along this trek to erotically insane.
Your charms put this vista to shame,
and speaking of your hips, I'll confide, ...
1088 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jan 2012 3:16am
17th Jan 2012 3:16am
On Forgetting
Today I remembered-
kinda.
I remembered that
it's been twelve months
since I last saw you.
Or maybe it was eleven months.
And that's my favorite part.
I don't remember
the specs of your racecar,
your 5k times,
or the model number of
your Smith & Wesson M & P;
oh wait,
there's another thing.
I don't remember if it's a
nine millimeter
or a forty-five caliber,
I think caliber is the right word
this time.
Of course,
I can't forget everything.
I still remember that you
spent $1100 on wheels...
kinda.
I remembered that
it's been twelve months
since I last saw you.
Or maybe it was eleven months.
And that's my favorite part.
I don't remember
the specs of your racecar,
your 5k times,
or the model number of
your Smith & Wesson M & P;
oh wait,
there's another thing.
I don't remember if it's a
nine millimeter
or a forty-five caliber,
I think caliber is the right word
this time.
Of course,
I can't forget everything.
I still remember that you
spent $1100 on wheels...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 5:25am
16th Jan 2012 5:25am
Ten Seconds of Lingerie
Shopping,
passing racks
of lingerie.
I point out
a slinky lavender
chemise with a deep plunging
neckline.
"It is nice,"
you say,
"but it would only be on you for about ten seconds.
So it would be a waste of money."
It's true.
I know it's not these things
That make you think I'm sexy.
But still, I sift through
Racks and bins
putting together little outfits,
for you,
little uncomfortable
outfits that show off
the arch of my back,
the suppleness of my butt,
the perky curves...
passing racks
of lingerie.
I point out
a slinky lavender
chemise with a deep plunging
neckline.
"It is nice,"
you say,
"but it would only be on you for about ten seconds.
So it would be a waste of money."
It's true.
I know it's not these things
That make you think I'm sexy.
But still, I sift through
Racks and bins
putting together little outfits,
for you,
little uncomfortable
outfits that show off
the arch of my back,
the suppleness of my butt,
the perky curves...
1002 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 4:25am
12th Jan 2012 4:25am
Contrails
It was contrails
that made me
think of you
Adventurous fanciful contrails
The adventure and unknown
excited me
their gravity
pulled me
close to you
Now my only reminder
of you
is the thin tan line
wrapped around
my left ring finger
The indentation won't
go away
My lovely petite hand
haunted
by a changed mind
that made me
think of you
Adventurous fanciful contrails
The adventure and unknown
excited me
their gravity
pulled me
close to you
Now my only reminder
of you
is the thin tan line
wrapped around
my left ring finger
The indentation won't
go away
My lovely petite hand
haunted
by a changed mind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 4:01am
12th Jan 2012 4:01am
Silly little fantasy
My silly little fantasy
is me
wearing your sweatpants, grey and baggy.
With my belly growing,
housing our little bean.
I'll walk the dog
about the neighborhood
and have rosy cheeks, you know,
that cliché pregnancy glow.
Naturally, my breasts would
grow to an outrageous size-
and that's the part you wouldn't mind.
We'd fall asleep each night
rubbing my tummy
until we have a baby
who looks like you
and looks like me.
is me
wearing your sweatpants, grey and baggy.
With my belly growing,
housing our little bean.
I'll walk the dog
about the neighborhood
and have rosy cheeks, you know,
that cliché pregnancy glow.
Naturally, my breasts would
grow to an outrageous size-
and that's the part you wouldn't mind.
We'd fall asleep each night
rubbing my tummy
until we have a baby
who looks like you
and looks like me.
881 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 3:11am
11th Jan 2012 3:11am
Sleep Over
I'd wanted you
for at least a year.
You always had those words,
those lips
that could do
magical things
without even touching me.
Those words
excited me,
gave me goose bumps
that spread
like wildfire.
You always had the ability
to make me collapse
with desire-up until
our little sleep over.
They weren't even pajamas.
Yoga shorts and a
tight, red Peal-Izumi T-Shirt.
No bra, not even a bit of lace
under it all.
You were surprised.
"Oh! That looks good."
It only took
hard...
for at least a year.
You always had those words,
those lips
that could do
magical things
without even touching me.
Those words
excited me,
gave me goose bumps
that spread
like wildfire.
You always had the ability
to make me collapse
with desire-up until
our little sleep over.
They weren't even pajamas.
Yoga shorts and a
tight, red Peal-Izumi T-Shirt.
No bra, not even a bit of lace
under it all.
You were surprised.
"Oh! That looks good."
It only took
hard...
1265 reads
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