Submissions by emmastg (Emma St Giles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For eroticism comes in a bed . . . With the weight of my love bearing down . . .Or from the point of a pen . . . The words spinning magic in the darkness of my mind
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Apr 2013 5:03am
27th Apr 2013 5:03am
Secret Night Pleasures
The moon is out, the house is quiet
And they are all asleep at last
And over in my bedroom drawer
My dildo waits
And they are all asleep at last
And over in my bedroom drawer
My dildo waits
1107 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Apr 2013 6:46am
25th Apr 2013 6:46am
Today I Wore Crotchless Panties
I'd like to tell you all a naughty secret
I wore some crotchless underwear today
But do you really think that you could keep it
Or would you give my whorish game away?
At work it was so hard to concentrate
To deal with staff required a certain art
I wonder how my efforts would be rated
If they knew I was a randy little tart
But tonight I'll wear my little crotchless panties
And spread my thighs and open wide my legs
Then he'll fuck me through my little crotchless panties
And I'll squirm, and moan and finally I'll beg
You see,...
I wore some crotchless underwear today
But do you really think that you could keep it
Or would you give my whorish game away?
At work it was so hard to concentrate
To deal with staff required a certain art
I wonder how my efforts would be rated
If they knew I was a randy little tart
But tonight I'll wear my little crotchless panties
And spread my thighs and open wide my legs
Then he'll fuck me through my little crotchless panties
And I'll squirm, and moan and finally I'll beg
You see,...
1639 reads
19 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 3:25am
6th Feb 2013 3:25am
The Night You Took Me From Behind
That was the night you fucked me up the arse
My reluctance overcome by wine, it’s cold sharpness –
Unlocking the gates to my body, dry mouthed with excitement
And the knowledge of what was to come
And overcome by the cold sharpness of the wine
I led you upstairs, walking ahead, feeling your eyes
And your knowledge of what was to come
And your gaze as it followed the sway of my denim clad bottom
And in the bedroom you stood, and I could feel the hunger in your eyes
As I slowly undressed, and climbed onto the bed, whispering “ just do it.”
And...
My reluctance overcome by wine, it’s cold sharpness –
Unlocking the gates to my body, dry mouthed with excitement
And the knowledge of what was to come
And overcome by the cold sharpness of the wine
I led you upstairs, walking ahead, feeling your eyes
And your knowledge of what was to come
And your gaze as it followed the sway of my denim clad bottom
And in the bedroom you stood, and I could feel the hunger in your eyes
As I slowly undressed, and climbed onto the bed, whispering “ just do it.”
And...
1306 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 4:28am
30th Dec 2012 4:28am
Afterthoughts
I sit in silence by the open bedroom window
The sweat has dried upon my breasts
And there is a stickiness between my thighs
That will no doubt leave a stain upon the chair
Downstairs the clock strikes two
Announcing the time to the sleeping, unlistening house
While in the bed behind me he sleeps
Deep, slow breaths of unconscious contentment.
Above the night painted trees
The summer moon hangs, full and pregnant
Its silver light is cold upon my naked skin
And my belly is filled with his seed
The sweat has dried upon my breasts
And there is a stickiness between my thighs
That will no doubt leave a stain upon the chair
Downstairs the clock strikes two
Announcing the time to the sleeping, unlistening house
While in the bed behind me he sleeps
Deep, slow breaths of unconscious contentment.
Above the night painted trees
The summer moon hangs, full and pregnant
Its silver light is cold upon my naked skin
And my belly is filled with his seed
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2012 10:28pm
23rd Dec 2012 10:28pm
Voyeur Erotica
I stand on the bath mat, fresh from the hot shower
My body pink and tingling, nipples erect
The touch of the towel is like a playful lover
And dropping it on the floor, my finger strays between my legs
Like the light brush of soft lips
In a crowded room, promising pleasures to come
In front of the hand basin I place one foot
Up on the side of the bath, and I soap myself
The razor leaves a perfect pink trail
As it follows the line of the top of my thigh
Outside the window is the garden where I played
In the far off days of my lost innocence...
My body pink and tingling, nipples erect
The touch of the towel is like a playful lover
And dropping it on the floor, my finger strays between my legs
Like the light brush of soft lips
In a crowded room, promising pleasures to come
In front of the hand basin I place one foot
Up on the side of the bath, and I soap myself
The razor leaves a perfect pink trail
As it follows the line of the top of my thigh
Outside the window is the garden where I played
In the far off days of my lost innocence...
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 2:05am
3rd Dec 2012 2:05am
UpSkirt Poem
My older sister’s perfect man
Sits enthroned upon the couch
Another cup of tea? Some cake?
He smiles, condescendingly
Graciously holding out his cup
For a refill, while they fuss around him
Like courtiers, basking in the warmth
Of his superior approval
I sit opposite him, the younger sister
Beneath his notice
It’s time. I shift position, casually
Uncrossing my legs. My skirt rides up
The trap is set.
His lazy, arrogant gaze circles the room
And brushes past me. And stops
He’s caught. His eyes follow the line
Of my...
Sits enthroned upon the couch
Another cup of tea? Some cake?
He smiles, condescendingly
Graciously holding out his cup
For a refill, while they fuss around him
Like courtiers, basking in the warmth
Of his superior approval
I sit opposite him, the younger sister
Beneath his notice
It’s time. I shift position, casually
Uncrossing my legs. My skirt rides up
The trap is set.
His lazy, arrogant gaze circles the room
And brushes past me. And stops
He’s caught. His eyes follow the line
Of my...
2270 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 10:23am
28th Nov 2012 10:23am
Unwashed Cotton Panties
I know he did it
I just know he stole my unwashed cotton panties
Hands trembling at their white, female softness
As he stole them from my dirty laundry basket
And tonight he'll kneel and worship
And pay homage to his goddess.
And pay homage at the alter
Of her unwashed cotton panties
I just know he stole my unwashed cotton panties
Hands trembling at their white, female softness
As he stole them from my dirty laundry basket
And tonight he'll kneel and worship
And pay homage to his goddess.
And pay homage at the alter
Of her unwashed cotton panties
1195 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 00:54am
27th Nov 2012 00:54am
The Eroticism of Advertising
I fell asleep in pine scented sheets
And woke in an iced mountain stream
Where I swam with naked Norse maidens
In a fabric softener fresh bedding dream
Pretty good value at $5 a bottle from Coles.
And woke in an iced mountain stream
Where I swam with naked Norse maidens
In a fabric softener fresh bedding dream
Pretty good value at $5 a bottle from Coles.
665 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 00:51am
27th Nov 2012 00:51am
Jealousy
God or man, he who sits opposite you?
Whichever, he listens to your voice,
breathes your perfume and basks
in the light of your soul.
Your gentle, fountained laughter
blesses him, but it claws at my chest,
and my heart aches.
And when I look at you, for but a moment
my words are gone. Molten lead runs beneath
my skin, and shaking grips me.
I am like the grass in a passing summer,
I am dead, or almost so,
so I seem to me.
Whichever, he listens to your voice,
breathes your perfume and basks
in the light of your soul.
Your gentle, fountained laughter
blesses him, but it claws at my chest,
and my heart aches.
And when I look at you, for but a moment
my words are gone. Molten lead runs beneath
my skin, and shaking grips me.
I am like the grass in a passing summer,
I am dead, or almost so,
so I seem to me.
714 reads
3 Comments
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