#sexy poetry

[givreencres]

A MOMENT FOR YOU

Let me admire your hips Reveal them to my gaze Lift the cloth that covers them And with a magnetic gesture of your hand Invite me to... Slide my fingers over them and enjoy the softness of your skin To make your body arch for both our pleasure I hear the first acceleration of your breathing It doesn't take long for you to want more No need for words I know you I know your body, its reactions, its jolts With your pelvic movements You draw my lips to your lower belly The smell and taste of your skin are always a delight A veritable aphrodisiac balm I can't resist Carried away by this perfume My usually calm hands go wild They're already sliding down your back And grabbing your buttocks In response, you grab my hair And pull my head towards the heart of your desire My lips and tongue, which used to taste your breasts, are magnetized to the source of your elixir. Impossible to resist you Our moist lips connect My tongue joins our fusion Following the rhythm you impregnate with your pelvis I make it dance on the crown of your well A first explosion invades you Your moans are my guide This moment is for you Your face relaxes, as it always does when you're first overwhelmed by pleasure Your body tenses My hands gripping your buttocks raise you up Pleasure spreads through your body Here comes your expected Under the impulse of my tongue I make you lose control You press your lower abdomen against my mouth You squeeze my hair with all your might For you this is your moment... Release through ecstasy Your moans become uncontrollable At this moment you can only have my mouth Even if my hardness is ready to express itself Comes the lick that knocks you over A long cry of pleasure escapes from your mouth Your contracted body... suddenly releases All tension leaves your body Your legs capsize Your face, covered by your long black hair, is covered in a halo of bliss This liberating pleasure is a moment for you

© Givre Encres

[ungracefulofme]

– rupi kaur, milk and honey

[raven-runes]

fishnet fever

lust confessed

skirt raised higher

lipstick messed

panties lowered

worshipped breast

~Tadhg Ó hErodáin

[friskykittyunleashed]

Hayride

Somewhere out in the country Lying on a blanket covering a bed of hay In the back of an old wooden wagon, You and I are curled up together Keeping each other warm. Heat radiates between us as We watch the ebon night sky, Devoid of the bright light of the city, Revealing her intimate secrets to us. The Milky Way blazes a path Between the thousands of stars Now evident, gleaming spectacularly. What other mysteries are hidden Right there, yet out of sight?

Content to relax and savor our embrace, We silently watch, and wonder,  And dream, and ponder…. You pluck some fodder from my hair. I look at you and smile. Above, a meteor streaks across the sky. I close my eyes and make a wish.

As if on cue, you softly nuzzle my neck,  Your lips moving closer… closer… Until finally they gently brush my own, Igniting the embers of wanton lust  Smoldering deep within me. I press into your kiss urgently. I want to explore every inch of your universe, Chart new constellations on your body With my lips and my fingers and my tongue. Pent up desire propels us to another world,  Our passions expressed with the Intensity of a thousand blazing suns Until the explosive waves of a supernova Radiate pleasure throughout our melded bodies.

Turning to you, I open my eyes and And trace my fingers through your beard. You look at me and smile. The jewel-like stars twinkle brightly As we lose ourselves in a kiss. What untold yearnings will we express On this magical nocturnal hayride?

🐾 Frisky Kitty 4 March 2023

[myturn2scream2]

Exploring the intoxicating dance of skin on skin, where every sigh and caress crafts a tale of longing. Dive into the depths of desire, where fantasies come alive. 💓🔥

[queen-of-empathy]

Camel Blues

Drinking weak coffee mixed with strong hot chocolate

during the witching hour of 1pm masquerading as dawn

when your senses can no longer recall anything other than this

brown sugar tongue, perfume

and cigarette smoke

and the way that it clings to the skin

long after the blaze burns down

it doesn’t matter that it stings

or that your clothes are too big for us both

after all, we have forgotten how to be anything but naked

the apple placed uneaten

back into the tree

[sreekar]

One Night Only

Staring at the ceiling as cold air pierces through my bare chest,

she and I wanted to fuck, so we hit it off and I forgot about the rest.

Slutty shadows slyly and slowly seep into the room, 

as the moonlight illuminates her bare body on top of me through the windowsill.

We barely talk, just kiss, moan and whimper like we are high off a pill. 

As this love only lasts for tonight, 

and time is albeit measured in orgasmic delight.

The sun rises, she dresses up and so do I, 

while we were about to leave, 

we stare at each other and kiss.

Our lips lock, feelings fade, and we walk away, 

as my body chooses to remember her touch and forget the other parts.

Because this affair has no future and was doomed from the start,

and I am in town for one night only, and now I am not.

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, / cradling it on my tongue like the slick / seed of pomegranate. I would lift it // tenderly, as a great animal might / carry a small one in the private / cave of the mouth."

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[just-void64]

May I have this dance?

Your pulse is a rhythm,

Slow, but accelerating as we get closer.

Your breath is a melody,

Ringing in my ear like a desperate symphony.

The quicker your music, the quicker our movements.

We dance with passion, aggression, even,

But yet, still with grace.

As our dance goes on, as our pace quickens,

The soundtrack crescendos to a climax.

We collapse clumsily,

Our breathing heavy with labor,

Our heads light with pleasure.

[mgreywoodpoems]

Where do my hands belong

When holding one as precious

As fragile as you

I dare not hold too tight

For fear of shattering every inch

Every fiber of your being

Where do my hands belong

When you are laid bare with me

Shoulder, hip, breast, neck

What adventures might my fingertips find

Gliding gently across every surface

Tracing every curve

Where do my hands belong

When we connect, when we collide

Bodies glistening, intertwined

Heaving breaths, whispered sighs

A moan, a release, a smile

But where do my hands belong

When not holding yours

Fingers laced, holding tight

Sharing a kiss, divine

ⓒ Michael Greywood Poetry 2024

[magesmusings]

Let me make a mess all over your mouth,

feel you lick up every last drop of cum.

[myturn2scream2]

Moonlit trysts and stolen kisses, our love unfolds in the secret garden where passion blooms, and every touch is a whispered promise. Ready for a night of clandestine delights? 🌹💏

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. [...] Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace."

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[rabissacaa]

Ao amanhecer as flores se desabrocha,

E estarei me desabrochando para você.

Você estará despertando, e estarei pronta pra polinizar em mim.