Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.

YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.


deepundergroundpoetry.com

EROTICA

For Prodyot,
who is a gift from God to my soul
A special soul, I must be;
Earning this quintessence of physical satisfaction.
Mapping new untrod neural pathways in the brain
through which purple flashing signals run
above and beyond the ordinary.

Over of all my sensory organs
my skin’s comprehension is amplified and expanded the most.
My pupils are contracted in the presence of your light, like the waning moon that approaches rebirth.
You monopolize my nostrils, stimulating a mesmerizing, saturated intake,
lavishing your smell on their perception and the blurry environment.
Having your tongue in my mouth…is heaven to my taste buds.
Their friction causes blasts of swirling micro-galaxies, creating a tide of warm saliva.
My ears, sensitively open, are listening to your body language whispers,
while their eardrums vibrate synchronized with the same frequency of vibrations per second as your thoughts.

The arrival of your buttery
sugary lips
on my tights
bring the suspense to an end
surrendering my control to the eternal now
by absolute true mindfulness.
Your periscopic vision scans my clit, as your chin is immersed in my cum
before it brings the taste of my ever higher hormonal excitement to me,
recording the chronicles of our orgasmic shuddering.
Oh, I’m so thirsty for your cock right now. Beautiful, mouth-watering, proudly stiff with his aristocratic appearance…Mmm
My crack is gulping the plethoric totality of his, offering me your thurst as the ultimate tantric trophy.
The sounds of the speckling creamy overflow cover my moaning, but you continue fucking her furiously again and again and again, pudding me with even more of your abundant dense saucy white juices.
Lost in the magic of our puzzled oneness
as the breath calms down
no traces of separateness exist anymore.
Moi tumak bhal pau.
personanongrata
Written by personanongrata (persona non grata)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 1
comments 3 reads 411
RevolutionAL
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:42pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:41pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:39pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:36pm by SweetKittyCat5
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:48pm by Jordan
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:24pm by Jordan