Poems About Porn by Top Critiquers

I am going to see her Sunday on my way back home.
The front door will be unlocked and I will start my camera before I even go into the house.  
I enter quietly, take off my shoes and socks and walk down the hallway to the bedroom where I know she is already naked with a blindfold.
I walk in and she licks her lips.
She is seconds away from orgasm- she told me so in a text I sent fifteen minutes ago to tell her to get ready.
I caress her gently with one hand while the other holds my phone to record.  
I move my hand from her hair, down her face to her breasts and...

Barbara was enjoying
having Lance probe
her naked body with
every breath she could
release before she
looked around and saw
that the pornographic
film crew was still there.