Night Bedroom Poetry

Dinner With Him (18+ Poem)

Why don’t you come in and put your bag down?

Relax… stretch out… that’s such a sad frown.

Did your day not go as planned?

Come here lay your head in my lap, I understand.

Let me stroke your hair.

As tender as can be.

I need you to relax to appreciate,

What is going to be.

I see your eyes closed,

And your breathing is steady.

You’re wearing too much clothes.

You will soon be ready.

“Do you want a drink, maybe a sip?”

All the while I want those lips on my tits.

You nod yes and I rise and mewl.

Making sure you see my ass.

You do have a good view.

I get two glasses,

And a chilled bottle of wine.

You open your eyes.

Feasting on my legs, not the wine.

I bend over and give you a brush on the lips.

I am not rushing so I give you no tongue,

Not one bit.

I poured only one glass, the other was a spare.

I straddle his ass, wedging him in with care.

I took a sip of wine letting him watch

My throat move.

I took some more and kissed his parted lips.

Sharing the sweet grape between our lips.

You deepen the kiss and suck on my tongue.

I grind just a bit, enticing what’s to come.

I broke off the kiss and looked him in the eyes.

“I need a straw. The one between your thighs”

I rose to stand and he helped a lady out.

Handling it with care, until I take it in my mouth.

I dripped a little wine on the head that was slick.

I took the straw deep and sucked it back up to the tip,

Looking up, I could not help the smile

Taking him to the back had not happened for awhile

The suction was an extra bonus.

Any harder and his nut would leave its harness.

A light pull because I did not want to hurt him tonight

I need him stiff and ready when I take that flight.

His hand was in my hair, pushing me down without care.

I played and squeezed and hummed a little song.

I felt it was time to move this along.

“My pussy hungry. Are you not going to feed it?”

Swollen lips breathing warm air on the tip.

Lifted up

legs are parted

thong removed

Fingers darted

Inside the warmth of my concavity

Preparing the way for his depravity

“Wrap your legs around”

Grabbing my ass with a smacking sound.

Prompted to hold his shoulders quick.

Shoving inside with his dick.

Was there a rhythm to this insane beat?

Feeding my pussy so much meat.

Mouth to mouth

Tongue to tongue

Ass all out

Dripping with precum

Harder he thrust until there was pain

Hitting the back walls, without restrain.

I was close, trembling thighs.

He was close, closing his eyes.

Once it hit. I did not know what came over me.

I sink my teeth in his neck trying not to breathe.

I felt his shudder as he came.

Coating my insides staking his claim.

Wave after wave of after-shock

Thick coating of cream marked my spot

When senses returned and earth came into view

“Honey, I hope you like dinner. It’s beef stew.”

(Hey fire starters, let me know how you like this new one.)

In The Dark

I read a poem called In the Dark
the things that were done
are things that leave marks

I caught my breath
With every stroke of the pen
There was nothing left
Once they entered the den

There was only one light
That’s shown in the pitch
One shimmering glow
My breath did hitch

There was no denying
What they were there to do
Once he began the tying
She breathed anew

This is a ceremony
The two have begun
This is deeper than matrimony
The two become one

With the raise of a hand
and a connection to flesh
It echoed off the walls
It stole her breath

She knew the signals
He heeded the signs
He pulled her up
Making sure to intertwine

The chords was intricate
a beautiful design
The tighter they were
The darker the marks are left behind

The night was dark
Decadent and sweet
The room was stark
A perfect place to meet

A surrendering so complete
It would tear out a soul
She surrendered where their bodies meet
He entered every hole

She began to tremble
As the intent to see if she could last
He increased the tempo
His semen he blasts

“Are you ready”
He did ask
She nodded her head
As he pushed 1 silver ball at a time inside her ass

She whimpered and mewed
Ready to burst
Her desire was fueled
With the first outburst

1 by 1 he pulled them out
1 by 1 she screamed and wiggled about
His smile was dark and hidden from the light
His enjoyment was dark and should be kept out of sight

When her orgasm struck
A sight to behold
Another one struck
As if it could be controlled

Their night will end
In the ray, of first light
But as long as there is darkness
They enjoy the night

(I would love to get feed back on my work. All is welcome)

Our Secret (poem)

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Why do you stay in the shadows to watch me?

Is it bad that I want you there?

Or is it worse that I know what you see?

Why do you breathe so heavy?

Is it that you see my skin from the back?

Or is it the feet that attract?

Why is there a strangled moan?

Is it because I glide my fingers in?

Or is it because you want in?

There is only one way this will end.

Mine will be on my hand.

And yours will be on the floor.

Our secret

Thirst (Poem)

Have you ever been sexually Thirsty?

I mean dry.

So dry, that a breeze in the right spot,

Makes you hot.

Your mouth can not get enough moisture in it,

Thinking of what you want to put in it.

How about that knot that the goddess herself put there for pleasure

And still, all you feel is pressure.

Or how about that ache you feel at the tip?

She walks by and you want to be in it.

There have been songs and sonnets.

Describing this thirst.

Yet there is one thing to quench it,

Drench it,

Soak it,

Stroke it,

And you still cannot get a hold of it.

Have you ever been that thirsty?

I Want To Play (POEM R)

I want to play,

Who is willing to take my hand?

This is no ordinary game.

I want you to understand.

The room will be dark.

The candles will be lit.

The cross is up,

your knees you will sit.

If you are scared

to have this kind of fun.

Maybe another time,

right now run.

Silence is required

until I say.

Follow my instructions

In this game I play.

There is a name,

I want to be called, understand.

It starts with an “M”

You’ll say it on command.

Are you ready?

Then take your place.

The door is closing,

the lock is are in place.

I see the tremor

is it in fear or are you excited?

It is time to zone out.

No one else is Invited.

Fia xoxox

A kiss from an Innocent

I don’t know.

What don’t you know?

I want to tell you.

Then tell me.

No, I guess it’s not right.

Then show.

Really?

Yes.

Is it so simple?

Nothing is simple.

But you said—

I gave you an opening.

You gave me-

An opening.

Close your eyes.

No.

I can’t if you watch.

Then you shouldn’t.

I want too.

Do it, don’t think, go by instinct. I will not run.

Blood rushing through restricted veins

Moving into touch, to taste.

The barest of pressure.

Entrance granted.

Sweet and decadent.

You stopped.

Will you allow me to go further?

Didn’t you want to go deeper?

Yes.

I’ll open for you once more. Take what I give you freely.

Really?

Yes, Really?

Voyeur (Poem) Rated R

Do you feel my eyes on you?

Your every movement is cataloged in my mind.

I know you do.

By the way, you look over your shoulder in a crowded room.

The way when you lift your cup to drink and let it sit on your lips as if you know that is where I want to be.

Your casual sitting position is disrupted by a hardness that should not be.

You feel me, don’t you?

You unbutton a single button to not feel restricted.

Your breath in deep filling a space

Just wait.

Let them leave.

Once the lock has clicked

It is time.

Let me fully see.

No one will know that I see everything.

Every little nuance

The essence of you.

You stifle a moan as you handle what has taken control.

Firmly held, not too tight

rhythmic movements

Eyes watch the clock on the wall.

They will soon return.

Let me see you be free.

Tick

Faster

Tick

Faster

Tick

Spectacularly unhedged

(Who said working a 9-5 doesn’t have its perks? Fia)

Desert (Poem)

If I could paint upon your skin

I would paint you with whipped cream.

Sweet sugary delight

Contrasted with natural salt

If I could add to the texture I love

It would be drizzled with chocolate.

Dark and decadent

Whispering carnal secrets

If I can top it all

With a strawberry

Or fruit

The essence

Bursting down my throat

Would be my undoing.

Unclaimed (Poem)

I never claimed to be a poet.

The words come to me,

In twisted mysteries.

I do enjoy it.

All the leeps and bound,

And tumbling sounds.

Breathing deep.

Until I feel the ground,

Swallow me whole.

My eternal soul,

I never claimed who I am.

This person.

These hands.

These thoughts.

Unchangeable demands.

Passion creeps in.

Every crevice.

Every word.

Every syllable.

Yet unheard.

I never claimed anything at all.

Until you.