Submissions by Noble_Incubus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When it comes to poetry I like quirky, casual, humorous work, nothing too serious, which is why I write mostly erotic poetry.
Classy Katie
Classy Katie,
Lovely lady,
Contrasting hair and skin.
Down her back,
Hair satin black,
While skin pale and porcelain.
Curvy Katie,
Luscious lady,
Her hips tightly restrained.
Little black dress,
Breasts are pressed,
Their fullness barely contained.
Clever Katie,
Learned lady,
How heads turn as she passes.
Without a man,
Yet many fans.
And smoking hot with glasses.
Crafty Katie,
Lavish lady,
With a smile that is disarming.
A round of drinks,
A playful wink,
The...
Lovely lady,
Contrasting hair and skin.
Down her back,
Hair satin black,
While skin pale and porcelain.
Curvy Katie,
Luscious lady,
Her hips tightly restrained.
Little black dress,
Breasts are pressed,
Their fullness barely contained.
Clever Katie,
Learned lady,
How heads turn as she passes.
Without a man,
Yet many fans.
And smoking hot with glasses.
Crafty Katie,
Lavish lady,
With a smile that is disarming.
A round of drinks,
A playful wink,
The...
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1 Comment
Sin Hotel
894 reads
4 Comments
New Girl in the Office
1003 reads
4 Comments
The Vixen (adapted from The Raven by Poe)
Once upon a darkened night, I chanced upon a lovely sight.
Sprawled to my delight, with cushions splashed across the floor.
Whilst the still night was sounding, suddenly my heart was pounding,
This is the vixen gently lounging, she is my heart’s desire I am sure.
With a smile and nothing more...
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was a cool night in September,
And with each separate dying ember, the ruddy light flicked over all.
Eagerly I craved this sight, soft smooth skin, warm firelight
Vulnerable against the night, she is the prize that I...
Sprawled to my delight, with cushions splashed across the floor.
Whilst the still night was sounding, suddenly my heart was pounding,
This is the vixen gently lounging, she is my heart’s desire I am sure.
With a smile and nothing more...
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was a cool night in September,
And with each separate dying ember, the ruddy light flicked over all.
Eagerly I craved this sight, soft smooth skin, warm firelight
Vulnerable against the night, she is the prize that I...
868 reads
5 Comments
The Cougar
1376 reads
6 Comments
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