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Erotic Senses - Touch
Slowly coming back to himself from dream travels
Her warm sleeping mass draped over his side like a dense feather blanket.
Wisps of hair tickling his nose
Soft pressure of chest expanding with breaths
Eyes closed,
slipping into the early morning’s half dreaming
his skin a mosaic of memories,
flickering like a strobe
———
Gravity of breasts
Weighed in cupping hands.
Silky hair flowing between fingers.
Clothed bodies pressed front to back.
Slippery finger drawn up under secretive nub.
Delicious discomfort of erection straining against unyielding fabric. Friction of fingers cupping and teasing through coarse denim.
Arms wrapped around her waist
Kisses over strong shoulders.
Tongue circling hardened nipples, gentle suction, tongue and lips playing.
Dense lithe body weighed in his lap.
Ass wriggling encouraging swelling erection.
Hard nipples dragging over skin, followed by nibbling kisses, drape of silky hair.
Fingers worrying hard nipples through silky fabric.
A single fingertip drawn up the sensitive underside of taught erection, from base to tip.
Tongue muddling thick folds and shy clit, wetness blooming, slippery warm.
Hand exploring between blouse buttons, first warm touch of smooth soft skin.
Fingers tracing biceps and pecs, still engorged from weightlifting.
Hands sliding down the front of unbuttoned jeans. Fingers sliding up and down panties already slippery damp.
Tongue circling long hardened nipples, suckling, nibbling.
Under the waistband palm cupping pubic hair, scruffy thick. Middle finger dips between thick slippery folds, warm, wet.
Warm breath on bare skin. Press of lips on glans, shrouding him in warm wetness.
A single smooth motion buries his full length into her eager body. Bodies entwined in writhing straining satisfaction.
————-
Vague awareness or real touch
dream vision fade
Replaced by knowing fingers
stroking an intense
early morning erection
“I hope that you were dreaming about me “
Her warm sleeping mass draped over his side like a dense feather blanket.
Wisps of hair tickling his nose
Soft pressure of chest expanding with breaths
Eyes closed,
slipping into the early morning’s half dreaming
his skin a mosaic of memories,
flickering like a strobe
———
Gravity of breasts
Weighed in cupping hands.
Silky hair flowing between fingers.
Clothed bodies pressed front to back.
Slippery finger drawn up under secretive nub.
Delicious discomfort of erection straining against unyielding fabric. Friction of fingers cupping and teasing through coarse denim.
Arms wrapped around her waist
Kisses over strong shoulders.
Tongue circling hardened nipples, gentle suction, tongue and lips playing.
Dense lithe body weighed in his lap.
Ass wriggling encouraging swelling erection.
Hard nipples dragging over skin, followed by nibbling kisses, drape of silky hair.
Fingers worrying hard nipples through silky fabric.
A single fingertip drawn up the sensitive underside of taught erection, from base to tip.
Tongue muddling thick folds and shy clit, wetness blooming, slippery warm.
Hand exploring between blouse buttons, first warm touch of smooth soft skin.
Fingers tracing biceps and pecs, still engorged from weightlifting.
Hands sliding down the front of unbuttoned jeans. Fingers sliding up and down panties already slippery damp.
Tongue circling long hardened nipples, suckling, nibbling.
Under the waistband palm cupping pubic hair, scruffy thick. Middle finger dips between thick slippery folds, warm, wet.
Warm breath on bare skin. Press of lips on glans, shrouding him in warm wetness.
A single smooth motion buries his full length into her eager body. Bodies entwined in writhing straining satisfaction.
————-
Vague awareness or real touch
dream vision fade
Replaced by knowing fingers
stroking an intense
early morning erection
“I hope that you were dreaming about me “
Published 8th Feb 2025
Author's Note
This is the last (for now) poem in the senses series. I wanted to create a poem that was like a collage of images related to touch. I have been working on it for quite a while so am totally unable to evaluate it anymore. I feel that the collage aspect may have resulted in a write that lacks flow and energy. I would very much appreciate feedback on the overall flow and perhaps how to improve (if needed). Thank you for reading.
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9th Feb 2025 2:46am
This is how "erotic" should be done. Top level lines developing into a slowly seething write.
It can be seen as simplistic, but most things actually are when it comes to honest appreciation of the partner. It doesn't have to be complicated! Our senses are basic needs wanting fed. Your write does that, smooth and enticing.
Excellent crafting.
It can be seen as simplistic, but most things actually are when it comes to honest appreciation of the partner. It doesn't have to be complicated! Our senses are basic needs wanting fed. Your write does that, smooth and enticing.
Excellent crafting.
