danny 20h

Blonde hair, tight tanned body
Not usually my type but
You stir something in me down there.

You smile shyly,
Girl, you are going to get us into more trouble.
You don't seem to need much coaxing.

Down slides the red cocktail dress,
Your toned body freed.
Black lace panties shielding heaven.

Soft lips on mine, feels so good
Supple breasts in the palm of my hand,
Pinching erect nipples, a specialty of mine.

Feeling you tremble underneath me
Floods my cup,
I cannot wait to taste you.

I feel your fingers slide
between my thighs,
As our tongues do ballet.

Going to gain our membership
to the sisterhood now.
Wet knuckle status.

We are top to toe,
Better access.
I am starving for you.

It wont take us long to reach Nirvana,
I get it now,
I would have burnt my bra if I ever wore one.

Your snatch and my mouth are a perfect match
I do not usually swing this way
but am honored to dip my toe in your pool.

Crying out you pull away.
That's not how I work,
You will leave complete or not at all

Lyla from my previous one night stand trilogy, my first one in a series of erotic poetry, I decided to continue doing more, Feed back is welcome
Toby 1d

Round 1: Started out kind of awkward. Knee to the chest, head hitting the wall. All by accident. I felt bad, so did she. Then we got into it. Her on top, felt like heaven.

Round 2: "I think I'm ready for round 2." Quick jump from playing video games to turning on music and being on the bed. I was on top, felt explosive.

Round 3: She was ready first this time. In no time there we were. She was on top again and it was slower this time she was beautiful and sexy.

All we do is go around and around, but damn is it good fun the whole way around.

"Move Forward"

I tried but something pulls me back
To my source along the foaming river
Lacking any course, I drown
In the rapids never to deliver
My message

"Move on Forward"

This tether cannot be broken!
To my core the anchor is a snug fit
A token whore, mine to hold
Deep in my chest, this bucket of shit
Weighs my broken soul

"Move on"

Do you not understand what you say
To just give up a hope so close to heart
To live today, is to end
All of myself and my loving friend

"Stop caring for me"

Look at you! Happy and smiling!
Bright and alert you drew me in!
With loving laughter and that little grin
Maddening and addicting sweet opium of flesh
How could I not love
Such a wondrous nymph

"I am just one of many"

Yet the very best, of them all
Yet with my deceitful withdrawal
And sea-brimmed stare
You saw through the salt
and caused me to care

"I am sorry"

You cause everyday to be a blessing and a curse
For all I need is that toothy grin
For without it I become solemn
And hateful, and slothful and sinful

There is no need for an apology
All I need is to be set free
From the bond
You clasped over me...

So do me a kindness and get the fuck out of my life...
Or promise me not to push away...

This was very hard for me to start writing I did not know where to start, I hope you like it, and understand this came from pure frustration, and honestly an awful place
danny 2d

You keep plugging away at my warmth,
Gliding on each others bodies
Slippery with sweat and weak,
Your breath smells of whisky, I like that.

My breasts are slapping back and forth
as your tempo increases,
You reach around and grope my filth
I am close now, so gloriously close.

Your body shuddering against my back
Chest hair coarse as you empty into me  
I look into your brown eyes as you tremble under my touch
"Say my name" I whisper.

I pull your hair to focus you
All eyes have to be on me,
I see you take in my shining spent body
"Lyla" you utter, "You're name is Lyla"

Final part in the one night stand trilogy, I have enjoyed writing erotic poems so I think I will continue doing so with the character Lyla
danny 4d

It went in so easy,
meant to be.
Swollen and throbbing,
deep in me.

I slide up and smile,
slam down and gasp.
Filling me up
and stretching my ass.

I scrap my nails on your chest
and leave a mark.
You got this now
from light til dark.

Your motion makes me explode,
hard and fast as it gets.
We are not done,
I want to be ridden hard and put away wet.

My first venture into erotic poetry, seeing how it goes and what response I get
Mims Aug 5

You got problems?
JUST FUCKING CALL ME
You're in pain?
JUST FUCKING CALL ME
The razorblade called you again?
JUST FUCKING CALL ME
Anxiety won't give you a rest?
Depression stands on your chest?
Your life is out of control?
You feel no point in feeling anymore?
You can't sleep at night?
It eats you up inside?
You feel alone?
please,



JUST FUCKING CALL ME

Its not weird I promise
Kaylene Jul 3

I think of it as coming
back to myself,

like a second cousin
visiting from the states
As if I'm waiting in
the airport terminal,
hands full of sweat
and a note stapled to my chest
I can't remember when
I first became a space to  be filled,

an empty vessel floating
in between the veil
But I'm starting to feel
like more of a splutter
than a storm,
and it's moments like
this that make me think God
is just fucking irresponsible
I find myself digging
for my sense of wonder
at the bottom of my music box,
like the folded ears
of a saxophone player,
sitting across the bar
As if I'll slide my hands
across the slime of my exterior,
slip back into my identity
like an old coat
While I  tumble into the
empty bellyed passion
of a man with small hands
and an inability to say my name,
hoping I'll come across
my purpose for life
while drenched in his cum

Zan Balmore Jun 18

kill me

all i ever do is run from myself

all i

do is done in pursuit of bad health

drain the well

dump me down

if you won't

then i will

trust fall into

the hungry depths

all i

do is done in pursuit of bad health

at the tragic end the sadness is

that despite outside approval

i never knew

to approve

of myself

Do what I want.
KRC Jun 14

I can't help but notice, this is the perfect song for this moment.
But how many moments has this perfect song influenced?
Don't get me wrong boy, I know you mean every touch and taste,
Because you haven't kissed me like this in years...

But all I seem to care about are these dirty sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Or am I laying in your yesterday's regret?
Or have you even given a thought to them yet?

Pathetic that I have memorized the skeletons in your closet...
But I still come back for that kiss you save for what you render as real
Oh PLEASE kiss me again, but keep your hands glued around me,
Because you don't deserve to let them wander...not anymore...

Because all I care about are these dirty sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Or am I laying in your yesterday's regret?
Or have you given a thought to them yet?

You know you're the only one that has ever mattered,
The only one I know who has even come close to...
My heart, my soul, my deepest desires
I have always belonged to you, not anyone else... even now

But still... I can't get over these fucking dirty sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Cause I'm still here, wallowing, in your yesterday's regret
Knowing for a pathetic fact, you haven't given a thought to them yet.

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