Tag: erotic writer

Tongue (18+ Poem)

Let me orally

Tell you what you mean to me

Since this tongue

Can make the strongest being

Sing to me

Slowly I glide up the side

Circling a nip, my tongue flicks it.

Then it glides down

Stops

Dips

Flatten

Continue trip

Now this is where the fun of this tongue begins to play

“Male”

Glides down

To the base

Then up to the tip

Inserts tongue in the slit

Hair gripped

Mouth open

Slide tongue down

Deep thoat’n

Saliva full force in

Tongue in a wave

You trying to force in

Changing the stroke

You trying to choke

Getting a good grip

Sucking so hard

Like an icy on a stick

“Oh shit”

Trembling hands

With no grip

Blowing a load

Pass these lips

Oh yum, yum

Bitter taste left on tongue.

“Female”

Further down

A sweet bouquet

A lace covers her sex

Playful tongue gets it wet

Pull it to the side

So I can twirl that pearl

And get her to ride

Lips suck lips

In an oral discussion

Grinding so hard

Wanting to feel that eruption

Tongue flattens

You jerk

tongue dips in

slight squirt

tongue on a mission

won’t stop

building that sweet bubble

wanting you to pop

in and out

uncontrollable friction

You saying words

There is no diction

Body is telling me

What I want to know

Here is the clincher

Then she will blow

Pinch on the top

Tongue did a dip

Two fingers in back hole

There she goes

A geyser cannot compete

With this shit.

 

I Rise 18+ Poem

 

I rise with a particular taste in my mouth

I rise with a particular ache down south

I rise with the first rays of the sun

I rise with a want and an ache  to cum

 

I go get what I need

I go get my favorite steed

It asks no questions

There is no pretension

 

I looked at it and wanted more

Took out another

I have a hole to explore

 

Laying back on cotton sheets

Legs open

I turn on the beasts

One goes in at the perfect setting

Second on top

The bed I’m wetting

 

Relentless

As it sucks and plunges

Relentless

Taking away these urges

 

The higher I go

The faster I grind

Having both in sink

And setting on  nine

 

I shutter

I convulse

I break

 

I cum

Completely undone

Back to Earth

After touching the sun

 

I finally rise

Out of this bed

Relaxed and relieved

“Get to work” is in my head

Afternoon Delight 18+ Poem

Eyes closed.
Deep inhale
A forgotten scent
A recalled memory
Brown eyes
Infused with heated desire
Slightly parted lips
A side smile.
Made it three steps
Door closed
Pulled back
Turned
Lifted
Back to the wall
Legs wrapped
Tongue dives deep
Clothing hinders
Abrupt parting
“Bed or couch?”
“What’s close?”
Two questions
One mission
Clothes fall to the floor
Leaving a crumble path
The faster the movement
The higher the need
Legs lifted to shoulders
Pulsing lips ready to swallow
In
Stretch
Arched back
Rhythmic dance
To a bass drum
Tempo unbelievable
Ampt up orchestra
Ready for the classic
Clash of completion.
Then everything stops
Float in the in-between for a
Nanosecond and back
To reality.
Euphoric.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Let me know if you want this read, Fire starters. Let me hear you. Fia xoxo)

Bed Time (18+ poem)

Come in, come in

Don’t be shy

Said the spider to the fly

 

One step, two step

In you came

Now its time to play this game

 

Close that door

Would you my dear

Audible swallow came to ear

 

Are you afraid of what’s to come

It will be enjoyable

So much fun

 

Closer he came

The wetter I got

My hunger is insatiable

He’ll do in spot

 

Take off your cloths

Let me see what you have

Trembling hands

Oh this is bad

 

Am I the first,

Door you walked through?

With a nod

“I’ll make it good for you”

 

I was sweet

I was honey

I was everything

To get to the yummy

 

Cloths dropped

One by one

He was up

Oh my, Yumm

 

As quick as I could

As quick as I could get

He was in hand

He was in my grip

 

Drip drip drip

Little  tiny flower

Took a lick

Time to devour

 

Slip slip slip

Suck suck suck

From root to tip

He began to buck

 

Oh no not now

This is too soon

Pushed him on the bed

In this darkened room

 

Open your mouth

Suck me inside

69 is what’s on the menu tonight

 

Oh he did it so well

My head did repeat

A motion a spell

A trembling so sweet

 

I rode him hard

I rode him long

I gushed on his face

Then he sang a song

 

I swallowed it down

Quick as a wiz

Oh how creamy he was

Oh how sweet the jizz

 

Time was over

Said the spider to the fly

“When can I come back over?”

I’ll fit you in

Mid July.

( Going to try to do Fia at night on You tube. What do you think?)

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?

Lips Whispered On Skin

 

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An invisible line draws me to you.

Creating a need to be near you.

My lips want to feel your skin,

1 million nerves firing.

From the barest of touches,

Sending electric impulses,

Throughout your form.

 

Close your eyes and just feel.

 

A whispered kiss,

Under the ear.

On a pulse.

 

“Don’t touch me”

 

Relax.

 

As my lips stroll,

You are trying to control,

Your breaths.

As the path I follow,

Is met with a deep hollow.

A warm exhale enters the hole.

A Loud swallow,

as you barely hold control.

Continuing my journey.

I have a choice to make.

Should I build this pleasure,

Into an ache, that matches.

The pounding of a bass drum?

Or go on my way,

Till I make it to the point,

Where you are nothing more than,

A vibrating body of need.

‘Please’ you indicate,

With a rise and a roll,

From hips directing me

where to go.

Forward it is.

My lips you felt.

Moistened by the tongue.

And what you delt.

(I will end it  here since this is going more into oral than stimulation of lips on skin)

Goodbye My lover pt 30 (Premonition.)

Darlene

Mmmm, I don’t feel good. My stomach is killing me.

I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. The lid was up and a dizzy spell hit me.

I did not fall. My hands were ahead of me against the wall holding me up. I opened my eyes, and I noticed little drops of red dripping into the bowl.

I looked at myself. I had no clothes on. There were bite marks all over both my breasts and the blood ran like a little river to my nipple then joined at the peak, to make one drop.

When did he do this? Then the pain started again. My vision blurred. I heard screaming. I’m screaming then Noel calling me. What was that in the background?

Oh no, a baby.

I sat up board straight out of my dream. It can’t be. I am not late, and we use protection at all times. I looked over the side of the bed to see two wrappers open.

“Darlene lay back down.” A satiated Noel mumbled.

“I will I have to go to the bathroom.” I got up and I wearing a long T-shirt.

Went to the bathroom and looked at my body and there were no bites. Noel does not bite me every time we are together, but the dream is so vivid. My mother knew when she was going to have one of us. Is this my sign?

I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “Get a grip. You are in control, and this is not logically possible. Breathe and go back to bed.”

I did just that.

Sammy

Oh, shit!”

What is it babe?”

I looked over at Blue and knew she could see that I was scared.

“Tell me Sammy.”

“There is going to be a death, Blue and I don’t know who it will be.” I tried to hold back the tear because I do not cry ever.

“It’s someone close to you. Your heart is breaking, I feel it.”

“How can I save —”

“Sammy, you don’t even know who it is.  Lay back and relax. Slow your heartbeat, while I take care of you.”

“Blue, I’m really not in that head space right now.”

Her mouth descended on my clit and everything faded. I love being with an emotional and situational witch.

She will change a scene to make you feel what she wanted. I love her.

(This is a short piece but needed to be put in. War is coming. Fia xoxo)

 

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