How to scare the vicar
When you get married, the vicar will ask you which Bible readings you want. Tell them you want your readings from The Song of Solomon. This will make them perspire, as this is a book of erotic poetry. It is full of naughty bits but also some highly romantic bits. Give the vicar a moment to panic before you tell him which bits you want.
Enjoy.
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Enchantment. To be used during orgasms.
I want to be wanted.
I want to be enough.
Never to be too much again.
I want you to want me – with every fiber of your being.
That you need me like air.
My greed wants...
... I want!
I want you to be mine.
My possession.
My entrusted property.
My carefully guarded treasure.
Mine.
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Dive Into Sensual Imagery – The Poetry That Stirs Your Deepest Feelings.
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As your hand
Slowly travels up
My thigh
Baby...
The chemistry
Between us
Can not be denied
You find
The right place
Then, glance up at me
With a grin
Because you know
That you're in
And baby...
It becomes
So very obvious
Can't you see
The taste
Your tongue craves
Is the taste...
Of me
Your touch
Excites me
Delights me
Ignites me
Sends me...
To the stars
Makes me wet
And baby
Makes me forget...
All others
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How the corner of your lips
Curls into a Cheshire smile,
Previously puckered drapes part
As you beg me to
Pound harder,
Knowing my touch gentle by nature,
That I need to be told to be rough
Because studs are
Hidden behind drywall.
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proxy by r. erica doyle
Topics
#poetry, #prosepoetry, #eroticpoetry
"PROXY is an unrequited love story in prose poems, where the landscape of the beloved body becomes the windows of New York City, the deserts of North Africa, and the mangroves of the Caribbean. PROXY is a conversation with the calculus, plotting time and space against the infinite capacities of desire."
Some say French is Love's language...
I love her madly !
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An #eroticpoetry I've in my mind:
On cold winter nights like this,
Your lips against mine is what I want.
Your head resting on my chest,
Your eyes, lit in desire, on my eyes rest.
If I slide my tongue into your mouth,
You'd moan my name in hushed tones
When I'd slide my fingers into your loins
I'll make ecstasy flow within and without.
Oh, you may not be ever mine
But I'd make you melt in me
As my fingers move deeper into you
You'd call me yours voluntarily.
