I want to play
In the playground with no lights
So I placed myself in the slide
I made slippery for a faster down
She came!
While I was sliding fast
In her slide
The playground is hers
I did not stop sliding
Until she came and came!
With more food
So that after my sliding
We can eat together
In her playground
When all the kids are gone
To sleep while we both slide
Eating and sliding
Like we were kids again.
Archive for Erotic Poetry
She Came as I Slide
The Ride
I need to ride
As fast as I can
Your round butt’s fine
I slide through your wine.
Faster I ride
STeady you go
GRabbing at the carpet
Knees rubbed red.
It’s coming in and out
Your tongue and call
In and out my breath
Hot on your neck.
Sister’s looking
Rubbing pink nipples
Through the window saw
Me riding her sister so good.
Sister’s at the finish line
The other wet outside
I burst in my ride
She came with pride.
Sister cannot hide
Feeling hot inside
Didn’t take long
She also I ride.
Hard and Soft
The reason I am hard
And your insides soft
So that when I drive it hard
In you the feeling’s soft
Softening my hardness
Into a softness
For your hardcore
Soft sensuality
Hardened by your soft
Yearning for hard
Embrace against soft attention
Of a hard heartred crowd
Softly I harden
To your soft fluid
Current of hard lightning
Softening my nerves
So hard I soften
Your hard licked soft
Softly through this hard
We are now hard and soft.
Genuflection
Why do you kneel before me?
What do you think you’re doing?
You’re pulling the furry dragon from the lair (Button fly jeans, faded blue, frayed at the knees).
Stop! This can’t be so
Your face, soft and (hungry?) red-lipped or is it Max Factor
Before my, oh my
You hold it, examining.
Don’t. You kiss that
Stop. What’s that ice on the nerves…genuine carnal joy
That flickering tongue
Those narrowing lips
Around the
Please stop
This aberration.
You look up, your eyes observe my expression
Waves of energy spread from your lips
I close my eyes, it keeps flowing
I can’t stop. I can’t stop it.
You do it faster
Oh no
No
No
No
Oh
You stand. Pull out a hanky
I’m down on my knees.
Orgasm in the Bus
I stood along the aisle jam packed
She just came up from the street
We had eye contact
She jostled other passengers as she walked towards me
She in her office blouse and miniskirt
Her ass bulging and her panties showing.
Men just shook their heads
As she squeezed between me and an old lady
Pressed her ass on my jeans
Slowly my cock began to straighten
Pleasure weakened my knees
As she swayed from side to side
Feeling my hardness with her cheeks.
Passengers eyes bulged
As she pressed even tighter
I thought I was in her ass
Fucking her with every motion of the bus
Smelling her shampooed hair and Esprit cologne
Seeing her sweat under the blouse.
The electricity’s getting intense
She knew it
I was dry pumping her now
With every brake
With every stop
My cock’s shaking
She pressed harder
My sperm’s gonna blow
She pressed even harder
My fly’s between her ass cheeks
Friction’s getting hotter
Oh MY God!
Here I come!!!
Ah, ah, ah, oh good
You’re something girl
Thanks very much
I wished I could return the favor.
I rested exhausted on her back
As sweat drips from my forehead, arms, and legs
My underwear’s wet with come
The aisle became spacier
And our stop was already here
We both came down the bus.
We looked at each other
Knowing full well
That that was that
No complications
No pregnancies
No quarrels
No jealousies
No divorce
Just my wet undies
And her wet pussy.
I could’ve licked you
I said to myself
But I understood
Don’t spoil something good with love
Or spoil love with something good
She smiled I smiled
We went our separate ways
As my hot sperm lathered my cock.
This really happened
Orgasm in the bus.
Let My Words Make You Run Out of Words
You don’t know
I want to
Go down on my hands and knees
So I can say
What I really feel
For you
My Princess, my Queen
No matter
If its your first time
Or wrinkles show on your eye bags
I will say
My words
Smoothly
Gently
Hot to your sensation
Feel the hot
Air from my nostrils
As I say the words
That make you say
More
Yeah
That’s right
I love you
Pull my hair
Make me go
Deeper into you
As I sing you
Praises
My tongue saying
La la la la la
Your hair
Curly gossamer
Caress
My smile
I will not
Stop
Laying down
Down
Down
Oh down
My words of gratitude
To you
Woman
My Princess, My Queen
Hold now
The Scepter
Do what you will
I will hold still
Until
You run out
Of
Words.
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