Submissions by firecrackerxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hello I am firecrackerxx a poet of erotic peotry and many other genres. There is a fire and passion in my soul that my pen displays.
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 7:35pm
11th Aug 2012 7:35pm
Kisses Melt Upon the Flesh
Meet me late at night a darkened silhouette,
Walk over to me lying on the scarlet sheets,
No words are uttered just the sound of breaths,
Pulsing hearts pound out the rhythmic beats.
Kiss down throat and shoulders and pause at my neck,
Ride upon the place you know drives me so insane,
taste my flesh and tell me where you're going next,
Provocative the midnight on the window pouring rain.
Drenched our bodies salty from the heated blend,
Kiss me with the motion of our starving rapture,
Taking all of me you gently, slowly enter in, ...
Walk over to me lying on the scarlet sheets,
No words are uttered just the sound of breaths,
Pulsing hearts pound out the rhythmic beats.
Kiss down throat and shoulders and pause at my neck,
Ride upon the place you know drives me so insane,
taste my flesh and tell me where you're going next,
Provocative the midnight on the window pouring rain.
Drenched our bodies salty from the heated blend,
Kiss me with the motion of our starving rapture,
Taking all of me you gently, slowly enter in, ...
1455 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 1:41am
3rd Aug 2012 1:41am
At Dusk
At twilight time I hear a sound that softly beckons me.
Speaking gently on the wind and carried through the trees
I feel it blowing through my heart then carried to my soul.
The words from you that mesmerize my tears drop down below
I sit and contemplate it all and wonder deep within
Thoughts of us from me to you are carried on a whim
Can you feel the tears I've cried and hear my voice it calls?
I'm telling you the depth of me and each day how I fall.
Deeper still I must admit the wind she does not lie.....
The falling for you does not stop no...
Speaking gently on the wind and carried through the trees
I feel it blowing through my heart then carried to my soul.
The words from you that mesmerize my tears drop down below
I sit and contemplate it all and wonder deep within
Thoughts of us from me to you are carried on a whim
Can you feel the tears I've cried and hear my voice it calls?
I'm telling you the depth of me and each day how I fall.
Deeper still I must admit the wind she does not lie.....
The falling for you does not stop no...
891 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 3:46am
2nd Aug 2012 3:46am
Behind Her Eyes
The mirror holds her mystery
and beckons figures dark
within reflections sweet to see
the song unleashed the spark.
Upon the sight of what becomes
replayed in all due time.
Wondering about the chance
to know what's in the time.
Hues of blue and green eyes too
move from left to right.
Mystical in all its charm
upon that fevered night.
What is that she dares to do
or say or speak or feel?
She dares to play the jester's fool
forgetting all that's real.
Flip the switch
that bears the truth ...
and beckons figures dark
within reflections sweet to see
the song unleashed the spark.
Upon the sight of what becomes
replayed in all due time.
Wondering about the chance
to know what's in the time.
Hues of blue and green eyes too
move from left to right.
Mystical in all its charm
upon that fevered night.
What is that she dares to do
or say or speak or feel?
She dares to play the jester's fool
forgetting all that's real.
Flip the switch
that bears the truth ...
1086 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 3:21am
2nd Aug 2012 3:21am
Trick Writer
Clinging tight tossed to and fro
and hanging from a wire.
Toes clenched tight and peer below,
into the net expire.
Wrapped in twisted twines and knots
rope burns on my neck.
This doesn't fit . it just slips slot.
My thoughts the keys I've wrecked.
I hear the roar of disturbance,
Sparkling ivory glistens.
Slamming hard ..no second chance.
My heart a pumping piston.
Standing on my head to sleep.
At least that's how it feels.
Into my crown the blood pools deep.
Obsession plays in reels.
Can the...
and hanging from a wire.
Toes clenched tight and peer below,
into the net expire.
Wrapped in twisted twines and knots
rope burns on my neck.
This doesn't fit . it just slips slot.
My thoughts the keys I've wrecked.
I hear the roar of disturbance,
Sparkling ivory glistens.
Slamming hard ..no second chance.
My heart a pumping piston.
Standing on my head to sleep.
At least that's how it feels.
Into my crown the blood pools deep.
Obsession plays in reels.
Can the...
994 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 6:06am
28th Jul 2012 6:06am
In the Crevices of My Mind
I wish I could say that at times I didn't have a dull ache and throbbing
always wondering why I wasn't good enough...
to capture and hold the love that flows
eloquently and flies like a kite on a
windy summer's day.
But yet I do have a pain that burns through flesh
on days especially like this.
I try to not let the words sear my heart
and just remember my passion goes overboard.
I must learn to not hang everything on the rod of love..
but to let my spirit find natural beauty and warmth.
But still inside me sweet illusions knock ...
always wondering why I wasn't good enough...
to capture and hold the love that flows
eloquently and flies like a kite on a
windy summer's day.
But yet I do have a pain that burns through flesh
on days especially like this.
I try to not let the words sear my heart
and just remember my passion goes overboard.
I must learn to not hang everything on the rod of love..
but to let my spirit find natural beauty and warmth.
But still inside me sweet illusions knock ...
1492 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 7:24pm
21st Jul 2012 7:24pm
Licentious Nights
I remember you seductively tracing
lips and fingertips over the line....
that line on my body that you
always loved to cross.
Only you could so expertly
handle any part of my flesh
that resided across that line.
Only you could take my breath
away by hovering right at the
delicious edge of that line.
Your flesh met mine right
there at that point
and pure, sweet
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Bliss is what followed.
Then followed by
gasps of hot
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and swallows of creamy ...
lips and fingertips over the line....
that line on my body that you
always loved to cross.
Only you could so expertly
handle any part of my flesh
that resided across that line.
Only you could take my breath
away by hovering right at the
delicious edge of that line.
Your flesh met mine right
there at that point
and pure, sweet
E
R
O
T
I
C
Bliss is what followed.
Then followed by
gasps of hot
A
I
R
and swallows of creamy ...
1358 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 4:19am
18th Jul 2012 4:19am
Aerial Whispers
Like a glistening star
that hangs from distant galaxies
the brightest of them you are...
your love completes ethereal beauty.
As eloquent as gossamer wings in flight
tender kisses of sweetest rapture....
the nightbird's call at romance's midnight
a heart upon a string of hope is captured.
Bathed in moonlight's yearning cries
as likened to the snowy caps of mountains
steadfast in its flowing presence bright
pouring down a cascading fountain.
Oh Love that tenders eyes that weep
within a silver locket's treasure
whispered...
that hangs from distant galaxies
the brightest of them you are...
your love completes ethereal beauty.
As eloquent as gossamer wings in flight
tender kisses of sweetest rapture....
the nightbird's call at romance's midnight
a heart upon a string of hope is captured.
Bathed in moonlight's yearning cries
as likened to the snowy caps of mountains
steadfast in its flowing presence bright
pouring down a cascading fountain.
Oh Love that tenders eyes that weep
within a silver locket's treasure
whispered...
944 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 11:36pm
17th Jul 2012 11:36pm
At Midnight
Hushed kisses in the darkest of midnight
Fevered moans in the pale of the moonlight.
Bodies in time to the infinite cadence
flickering beams of translucent radiance.
Moans drinking kisses of rapture.
Flesh upon flesh heated capture.
Skin glued to skin viscous blending.
Clinging to hope and movements bending.
Writhe in the night of darkened groaning.
Rumbling sounds and lusty moaning.
Body to body two but yet one.
Sensual thirst is quenched void of sun.
Tactile embrace of carnal pleasures.
The love free of space...
Fevered moans in the pale of the moonlight.
Bodies in time to the infinite cadence
flickering beams of translucent radiance.
Moans drinking kisses of rapture.
Flesh upon flesh heated capture.
Skin glued to skin viscous blending.
Clinging to hope and movements bending.
Writhe in the night of darkened groaning.
Rumbling sounds and lusty moaning.
Body to body two but yet one.
Sensual thirst is quenched void of sun.
Tactile embrace of carnal pleasures.
The love free of space...
1519 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 10:20pm
16th Jul 2012 10:20pm
Crimson Silk
Silk scarves around
the intricate lines.
A canvas for
a wanting mouth.
Lips in brightest
vermilion make
marks and seals
of lustful craving.
Impossible urgings
from a forbidden lover.
Pulled and coaxed
by wanton pleasures
begging for the seed
to be planted into the velvet oasis.
Soulful cries of an animal
bounce from sweating walls.
Go for the rosy throat of
the captured.
Dip the tip inside
the well of moisture.
Flowing passion
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the intricate lines.
A canvas for
a wanting mouth.
Lips in brightest
vermilion make
marks and seals
of lustful craving.
Impossible urgings
from a forbidden lover.
Pulled and coaxed
by wanton pleasures
begging for the seed
to be planted into the velvet oasis.
Soulful cries of an animal
bounce from sweating walls.
Go for the rosy throat of
the captured.
Dip the tip inside
the well of moisture.
Flowing passion
d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d ...
1147 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 2:05am
14th Jul 2012 2:05am
Secluded
In the silence
that consumes
I hear reverberations
within the room...
I can barely make out the sound
in silence they simply drown.
Then my mind tracks back
to those places
those places tucked tightly away.
I want to know what each moment
has to say, and how I can relate to it this day.
But tumultuous thoughts threaten to pull me back
back and forth back and forth
through the lonely halls of my hidden dreams.
My memories are like ghosts
in shadowed corridors.
A smell, a touch, a thought
lead me back for...
that consumes
I hear reverberations
within the room...
I can barely make out the sound
in silence they simply drown.
Then my mind tracks back
to those places
those places tucked tightly away.
I want to know what each moment
has to say, and how I can relate to it this day.
But tumultuous thoughts threaten to pull me back
back and forth back and forth
through the lonely halls of my hidden dreams.
My memories are like ghosts
in shadowed corridors.
A smell, a touch, a thought
lead me back for...
1298 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 8:10am
11th Jul 2012 8:10am
Sheltered Words
Why do I see through
the not so distant past
when those words came from you?
Now they seem said to another direction
I ask myself why even bother..in my reflection.
Well I do.......
because soft and melodic music
is where I will find you.
Kissing me gently at the stroke
of midnight
and bathing me with sonnets
by the flickering candle light.
I want to tell you goodbye at times
but just when I imagine it
that's not where I find my mind.
I find it locked onto you.
The depth and the calm
that exudes
that...
the not so distant past
when those words came from you?
Now they seem said to another direction
I ask myself why even bother..in my reflection.
Well I do.......
because soft and melodic music
is where I will find you.
Kissing me gently at the stroke
of midnight
and bathing me with sonnets
by the flickering candle light.
I want to tell you goodbye at times
but just when I imagine it
that's not where I find my mind.
I find it locked onto you.
The depth and the calm
that exudes
that...
814 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2012 6:18am
5th Jul 2012 6:18am
Sad Marionette
Like a sad doll upon a shelf that is never touched
she felt ignored and used.
She remembers the days that she was taken
from the shelf all of the time and hugged and kissed.
She felt beautiful and appreciated,
loved and needed.
Now, like the doll, she is collecting dust and
her tears have turned to rust upon her cheeks.
She tried to remember when she became this
old, worn out play thing that nobody truly wanted.
Had she fallen asleep and missed the goodbye
of those who loved her once?
She longs for a new, pretty dress to doll up in. ...
she felt ignored and used.
She remembers the days that she was taken
from the shelf all of the time and hugged and kissed.
She felt beautiful and appreciated,
loved and needed.
Now, like the doll, she is collecting dust and
her tears have turned to rust upon her cheeks.
She tried to remember when she became this
old, worn out play thing that nobody truly wanted.
Had she fallen asleep and missed the goodbye
of those who loved her once?
She longs for a new, pretty dress to doll up in. ...
930 reads
3 Comments
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