#sex poem

[storytimewriting]

More Than Fucking

“Fucking” is too vulgar for what we do, But I don’t want to call it making love When I haven’t yet said that to you.

I could pretend it doesn’t affect me But I’m not sure it would be believable When you touch me so intensely.

You treat my body as a temple. You make me want to worship you- The way you have me shake and tremble.

I’ve never considered myself religious, But when I’m on my knees before you My emotions are prodigious.

While it’s too soon to call this what it feels, Just know I’ll never call it fucking- What we do is far too real.

[arieswithscorpiomoon]

Hooked on you like an addiction, this could be obsession

Your fingers gripping the sheets, my hands grabbing your throat

You whisper "harder," I quietly comply, your moans my only desire

This is carnal captivation, dripping from your parted lips

God girl, you have me wrapped around your finger

Good girl, you're wrapped around my fingers

K.a.s

[env0writes]

A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.17.24 “Strength at the Base of the Pillar”

From water springs, a life is made Rooted in the Mother Earth To feed small saplings; with caution, drowned So in the groves, tall standing, soon be laid With seed and sweat, I’ve buried deep My water and my lineage A gift I’ve given, which end I should not see To Mothered Earth it races, on to surely weep In sweat and spit of like such ritual In water stored, shall as the dams Floodgates, like tears, shall too this silence break Panting from the planting, water works, we call I will remember, undying, how like waves you writhed Drown in life, smothered in soil Precious is the seed, the water never wasted; left to spoil Banded as we are; together, Mother Earth, to Father Time be wived So as I pick petals from a desert flower bloom Made with the cautious care of sky-shed tears Where best to store this precious water-life? In beauty’s bosom, to grow as someone’s bride or groom In made; unmaking In parting, starting To be stored, as storied To be lose, worried With gardener hands, scooped, laid dear Buried seed and water, paired surely shared Given purpose in this sacrament, of acting as divine Though water shared with-from Maternal Earth Passes Fraternal Time to love and grow so tender-close and near

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[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

[starryeyed-muse]

MY SUGARY SWEET KIWI TREAT His lips move a tantalizing glide dripping caramel, sparking my sighs, lost in a wild, natural high I'm up all night I'm up all night His tongue, my candy prize, flicks and swirls, dives deep inside eager to taste the honey surprise I'm open wide I'm open wide His hands are firm, a hungry grip they pull me close and lock our hips  tense, craving, holding on tight I reach my height I reach my height outside a neon, pink blue light all that’s buzzing, more than I tonight looking into his eyes,  sliced kiwi delights spilling sweetness over  this technicolor night   giving me a sugar rush, heads in the sky and if we were two moths about to fly, I’d fall behind, following him  directly into that bulb to fry (n.g, 2024)

[alejandropoeta]

Afterglow

Beauty drips      from the shyness of your lips:      luminescence from the halo      that I see.

Nectar flows      from desire with your throbs:      incandescence from the flower      that I kiss.

Honey pours      from the longing in your breasts:      lustful essence from the body      that I hold.

Life explodes      from the pleasure in your soul:     all your senses moan its glorious     afterglow.

__________________________

Alejandro Fabián

[wiltednachos]

I have a confession to make.

I keep on trying to find you in everything. The sense of home. The remains of what ifs. A jarring reality that i don't remember anything now. How you smelled. What was your eye color like? The only memory remains through the song: our song. I was on the train today when my music player suddenly decided to play our song. Memories didn't come back, but a dull pain did. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? I don't know.

[automaticnightpost]

Sexual pleasure is a melody that resonates at the heart of the human experience, a symphony of sensations that envelops and captivates us. you belong to me…I want to see you…I want to see you dressed…in transparent clothing…challenging…to excite us…would you dare… I want to hear…how to get to orgasm or crouched…your breasts hanging… the practices that excite me that excite you what we want together our pleasure…From the whisper of skin to the groan of ecstasy, our bodies are designed to dance to the rhythm of intimacy, to explore an ocean of pleasure and deep connection

[goldenpoet1]

Our Happy Place

I've felt happiness in a soft feeling of warmth of tissue. I'm deep in her like a great conversation. My soul gives her admiration each stroke with passion, a graphic story of river falls. Her legs shiver, I gaze into her eyes, and it glistens, I listen to her passion. Smiles in the mirror of our reflection. Climax! Oh yes, progression. My sword becomes a submerged Submarine thick deep into her ocean. Orgasmic Orgasms! Lusting sweet love passion legs up hot Fashion. Her nails in my back sounds grasping. I eat from the forbidden fruit, licking, sucking, rubbing, vibrating tongue of sensation. Lips on lips, connection elaboration of ejaculation, caused a lava bursting sensation. True sexual inspirationoh temptation.

[arieswithscorpiomoon]

K.a.s

[env0writes]

A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.24.24 “Bunnies

One little bunny goes Pounce, pounce, pounce Two little bunnies they Bounce, bounce, bounce Three little bunnies Will they perceive? Four little bunnies Off in the eaves Five little bunnies Who will survive? Six little bunnies Their wretched lives Seven little bunnies They run, run, runs Eight little bunnies And now there’s seven buns Eight little bunnies And now there’s six Nine little bunnies Go to cross the street Ten little lines Made nice and neat One little bunny goes Bounce, bounce, bounce What is the purpose–for what, amounts?

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[sexwithscorpio-divinelove]

My first song! I turned my favorite poem into a song. Come listen to my best creation yet.

Dear Lovestar, I wrote my first song! It has been the highlight of my writing career (since yesterday) and I’m very excited to share this work with you. “Interdimensional Travel” spoken song by Eve Lovestar I am looking for a different type of creative who could help me sing the song and/or add music to this song. I am a total beginner in that arena. And I want the finished work to be perfect,…

[blk-ink-pen]

Supplication

Being with you feels like prayer,

Like a hopeful plea to a higher power

Best made with a bowed head,

Closed eyes,

And bended knees.

It feels like secular scripture,

One that narrows the wide line between

A “Yes, God!”

And an “Oh, lord!”

You are a verse I have memorized,

The very word of God that I have fixed my lips to say a thousand times before.

You are my Psalm,

Except holding no distinction between sacred and sacrilegious.

And although this does feel akin to prayer,

My devotion is unsure what celestial being it belongs to.

Perhaps you?

We’ll find out as I speak completion,

My mouth full of your bittersweet

Amen.

[automaticnightpost]

Your body calls and screams I suffocate in your bedroom own desire, your body opens to me

When I touch you you shiver, a shudder that penetrates between your legs passion makes your stomach ripple and in a long wave the sirens swell, Your body screams for me in pink nights.

Your body begs to be desired, your breasts are waiting to be felt your nipples waiting to be sucked your vagina waiting for the seed

you scream, and moans gone are the thin sounds, the city hears you through the siren wordlessly the world you live in.

You're naked with open mouth and legs I'll rip your thighs open nestle me on your cozy belly and you wait, you wait with your eyes closed and I find my purpose flawlessly

But you certainly don't go unnoticed when your mouth sucks on my hard cock you love it the way my mouth plays with your nipples your legs now spread

my hands caressing your few pubic hairs my finger ..sliding inside you know that you can go to liberation I feel your wet horny You bite the sheet with desire

And I'm so excited You wait for my penetration and thrusting the rhythmic chattering of the hips Until my seed and your honey mingle in the fierce battle