Submissions by JittrbugPrfume (. . .)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Nurturing my fledgling erotica. Tends to wax philosophical.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 11:13pm
13th Mar 2016 11:13pm
Night into Morning into Night
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
279 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 9:05am
15th Feb 2016 9:05am
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
400 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 8:27am
8th Feb 2016 8:27am
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.
336 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 8:20am
3rd Feb 2016 8:20am
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.
341 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2016 8:24am
29th Jan 2016 8:24am
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.
292 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 9:42am
26th Jan 2016 9:42am
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
798 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2016 7:34am
20th Jan 2016 7:34am
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.
437 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jan 2016 11:03pm
16th Jan 2016 11:03pm
"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
367 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 8:08am
11th Jan 2016 8:08am
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
476 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 8:05am
11th Jan 2016 8:05am
Curiouser and Curiouser (Erotic Prose)
Daddy, I need you inside me.
The image flashes in my head of you clasping me against you like some great animal holding his mate in place as I lower myself down onto your rock hard cock over and over, and I feel my juices start seeping into my panties.
A single drop sneaks out the side of the crotch of my superman undies and rolls slowly and stickily down my thigh.
I bite my lip as I write this in an effort to contain the sighs and whimpers that come involuntarily when I picture myself offering myself to you, lips and cheeks flushed red and swollen, naked except for...
The image flashes in my head of you clasping me against you like some great animal holding his mate in place as I lower myself down onto your rock hard cock over and over, and I feel my juices start seeping into my panties.
A single drop sneaks out the side of the crotch of my superman undies and rolls slowly and stickily down my thigh.
I bite my lip as I write this in an effort to contain the sighs and whimpers that come involuntarily when I picture myself offering myself to you, lips and cheeks flushed red and swollen, naked except for...
479 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jan 2016 4:01am
10th Jan 2016 4:01am
Just Making a Little Toast (Erotic Prose)
I bought myself some cinnamon raisin bread as a treat – I try not to make it a staple. I know you like this ass with some meat on it, but I acknowledge the potential for too much of a good thing. So, I'm in the kitchen turning water to wine (or bread into toast, potato/potahto) and I'm thinking about a little piece of flash fiction I started this evening – a frantic fuck in a hospital bed before the doctor comes back with the test results. Unrefined? No doubt. Cheesy? Definitely. But it's got a sort of kinky joie de vivre that I'm compelled to run with.
I butter my toast and toy...
I butter my toast and toy...
484 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2016 3:54am
10th Jan 2016 3:54am
Flowers of My Own
The fresh flowers, still impossibly perky
After ten days of being
Separated from the warm, wet Earth
Catch my eye from my bedside when I enter the room
But not the same
Way my face would break out into a grin
To see your long form stretched out with a book
You'd look up at me with your sad eyes and your sweet voice
And say
Hey.
After ten days of being
Separated from the warm, wet Earth
Catch my eye from my bedside when I enter the room
But not the same
Way my face would break out into a grin
To see your long form stretched out with a book
You'd look up at me with your sad eyes and your sweet voice
And say
Hey.
313 reads
3 Comments
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