I need sex!

[Syndra Lynn]

Give this one a try.

Jungle Lord

With the exception of one phrase:

jism gush

That is EXACTLY what I was asking for. Oooh. Do it again.

Syn

 

[flyguy69]

I am so horny I could die! I need some really hot and steamy poetry sex now!

Bring me words to perk my nipples, phrases to lift my skirt, alliteration and visuals to draw my moan. I want word pictures that take me beyond wet.

Go! Spin! Bring me the best erotic poetry Lit has to offer!

And I don't want any garbage writing, "I filled her so deep with my throbbing member," bullshit! Remember, my mind is the most erogenous zone in the body. So play with my mind. Take me for a ride.

Please

Syn

Well, since it is a matter of life and death...

I have one going up today called "Playing God" that may kick-start your hormones.

 

[The Mutt]

Jungle Lord in Chains

More jism, though, I'm afraid.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Disposa Rides Again

Gimme that sex thing
Serve it up hot
Shove it up my O ring
Sanctify my G spot

Jerk my legs up high
Bang me up rough
Suck me till I'm bone dry
Slip me your good stuff

Sexy sap steamy soul
Sucky soft sticky sweet
Jimmy jam jelly roll
Sexsmellicious scented heat

Turn me over baby
Take it from behind
Slide it, ride it, deep inside it
Mesmerize and cauterize it
Jack it till you pulverize this
groovy movey grind

This is a thing of fornication beauty!

 

[Syndra Lynn]

We could be sisters.

Here's a favorite of mine: A Hot Sex Scene

We probably are!

This:

Wild Cry is a palm presser,
bent and touching boards,
her one, two, three,
the only shade for him and him

and him, stroking far into the heat,
groaning ultraviolet, Fuck!

is fucking hot! and I thank you for that. Though I feel the av of your ass would be much more appropriate in this thread. May we have it back?

Syn

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Here's your favorite. heehee.

Role Reversals

Who are you,
and who am I in black lace
sculpted tender rounds presented
lovingly and balanced high on heels?

<snip>

And yet when bending over
carefully, adjusting garter
to my thigh, smoothing a hand
cool over hose, or mirror imaged

<snip>

and a double thank you goes out to my poet sister Ange. Good, good girl!

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Orange Crushed

Perfect example of what I am talking about. This is wild and hot, a thing of orgy. Yes!

Thanks Du

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Jungle fever
mists rise
hot and moist
from between your thighs

No mistaking that scent
No mistaking what is meant
nostrils flare
fabric is rent and falls

to the floor
as does the four armed
four legged two backed beast
to start the ancient dance

perfected yet not
over centuries
one more caress
one more heave
can always be added

sighs
moans
grunts abound
as stomachs smack
lips mash
fingers rake

until we feel the earth shake
and the drums' beat gentles
to just two hearts
pounding apart
but now together

Very good. I knew I could count on my poet friends in my time of need. Yes, baby! Dooo me.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Avatara
Purple slash
on black fedora,
felt

Now she could heat this thread up. I do miss that girl. Wish I could wrap my legs around her words right now.

 

[tungtied2u]

Now she could heat this thread up. I do miss that girl. Wish I could wrap my legs around her words right now.

I'lll second and third that.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Jungle Lord in Chains

More jism, though, I'm afraid.

Yes but

A milky arc of jism in the air,

is quite acceptable.

And the rest of the poem is creamy good. Just what I need. Oh, you bad, bad Mutt! You are sooooo good.

Yes!

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Give it a try!

Oh, No, Not There

It may be tongue in cheek, but parts of this are really hot!

 

[Angeline]

As Requested

Annointed

Tender is the night
in moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes afresh
as I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, in curling hair enjoined,
in half-closed eyes, in steady beat,
and holding back no more,
surrender with one broken whisper,
draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,
push soft hard-peaked against your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
I dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.

 

[Du Lac]

Your more than welcome Syn... I thank you.. I went to flyguys Grit and Wow! thank you for calling that one up super write! Ang is posting some really great writing as is Mutt and Tung.. you guys are hot hot hot...

I have been in this mood for a while also... told my partner to get his ass on a plane and fly in for a couple of days... lol.. I wore out all my toys!! It must be the robins singing in the yard.. and the Goddess awakening girl... lol.. anyway.. keep writing all it helps
Du~

Perfect example of what I am talking about. This is wild and hot, a thing of orgy. Yes!

Thanks Du

 

[tungtied2u]

Annointed

Tender is the night
in moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes afresh
as I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, in curling hair enjoined,
in half-closed eyes, in steady beat,
and holding back no more,
surrender with one broken whisper,
draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,
push soft hard-peaked against your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
I dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.

Yeah, I love this one ,too.

 

[The Mutt]

Yes but

is quite acceptable.

And the rest of the poem is creamy good. Just what I need. Oh, you bad, bad Mutt! You are sooooo good.

Yes!

I live to serve.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Are we permitted to pimp our own poems here? I'm going to anyway, so I don't know why I'm asking...

How does this one fair... its currently my only attempt at erotic poetry (unless the acts of life are like poems upon the pages of this world but....)

Primality/Submission.

He pushes her hard,
Her hands against the wall,
His chest to her back,
His breath on her neck.
He moves his hands,
Down her arms,
And covers her hands,
with his.

He parts her legs,
With a nudge from his knee,
Stepping between them,
He moves to enter her.
Hands moving down her sides,
The exposed flesh of her flanks.
And on their languid stroll,
Back up the notches of her spine.

Taking her by the hair,
At the nape of her neck,
Pulling her head back,
And leaning close.
Singing in her ear,
Whispered melodies,
and sweet obscenities,
To the drum beat of his hips.

Trickles of sweat form,
In the cup of her back,
Her knees buckle,
As his rhythm bears down.
Their bodies entwined,
Their breathing in time,
As in raptures grasp,
They echo the divine.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Annointed

Tender is the night
in moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes afresh
as I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, in curling hair enjoined,
in half-closed eyes, in steady beat,
and holding back no more,
surrender with one broken whisper,
draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,
push soft hard-peaked against your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
I dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.

Dayum! I feel so...flushed. I need to open a window, it's warm in here.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Are we permitted to pimp our own poems here? I'm going to anyway, so I don't know why I'm asking...

How does this one fair... its currently my only attempt at erotic poetry (unless the acts of life are like poems upon the pages of this world but....)

Primality/Submission.

He pushes her hard,
Her hands against the wall,
His chest to her back,
His breath on her neck.
He moves his hands,
Down her arms,
And covers her hands,
with his.

He parts her legs,
With a nudge from his knee,
Stepping between them,
He moves to enter her.
Hands moving down her sides,
The exposed flesh of her flanks.
And on their languid stroll,
Back up the notches of her spine.

Taking her by the hair,
At the nape of her neck,
Pulling her head back,
And leaning close.
Singing in her ear,
Whispered melodies,
and sweet obscenities,
To the drum beat of his hips.

Trickles of sweat form,
In the cup of her back,
Her knees buckle,
As his rhythm bears down.
Their bodies entwined,
Their breathing in time,
As in raptures grasp,
They echo the divine.

Ok, that one sent me scrambling to the toy cupboard in my room.

I need a smoke.

 

[Angeline]

Are we permitted to pimp our own poems here? I'm going to anyway, so I don't know why I'm asking...

How does this one fair... its currently my only attempt at erotic poetry (unless the acts of life are like poems upon the pages of this world but....)

Primality/Submission.

He pushes her hard,
Her hands against the wall,
His chest to her back,
His breath on her neck.
He moves his hands,
Down her arms,
And covers her hands,
with his.

He parts her legs,
With a nudge from his knee,
Stepping between them,
He moves to enter her.
Hands moving down her sides,
The exposed flesh of her flanks.
And on their languid stroll,
Back up the notches of her spine.

Taking her by the hair,
At the nape of her neck,
Pulling her head back,
And leaning close.
Singing in her ear,
Whispered melodies,
and sweet obscenities,
To the drum beat of his hips.

Trickles of sweat form,
In the cup of her back,
Her knees buckle,
As his rhythm bears down.
Their bodies entwined,
Their breathing in time,
As in raptures grasp,
They echo the divine.

This is excellent, Trent! Beautiful writing.

Great thread, Syn, you vixen you.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

I live to serve.

On your knees dog!

lick my poetry

 

[The Mutt]

On your knees dog!

lick my poetry

A consumation devoutly to be wished.

 

[Maria2394]

dear syndra-licious--

you dear lady ARE sex

magnolia petals touch
on a bumble bees rump,
pollen caress on tickled lips draw
attention to the wet
of your laughter, moans
across the valleys, across the morns
filled to the brim beyond,
beyond tastes of honey, or ladylike nectar,
the curl of touch below the waist
turn, promenade that spring
your bubble, your taste
you are sex, alive,
are you spring, Goddess, are YOU spring?

 

[Syndra Lynn]

dear syndra-licious--

you dear lady ARE sex

magnolia petals touch
on a bumble bees rump,
pollen caress on tickled lips draw
attention to the wet
of your laughter, moans
across the valleys, across the morns
filled to the brim beyond,
beyond tastes of honey, or ladylike nectar,
the curl of touch below the waist
turn, promenade that spring
your bubble, your taste
you are sex, alive,
are you spring, Goddess, are YOU spring?

I humbly bow to you and lap up your offering

thanks

 

[Honey123]

One for the boys....

The taste of you

I kneel before you,
my mouth warm and wet
wrapped around you
sliding slowly down your shaft.

I take you in deeper,
my tongue swirling around
licking you, sucking you
drawing you in further.

You stand before me,
hands grip my hair
as you slowly pump,
pushing deeper in my mouth.

Your movements quicken
unable to control the need
you watch as I draw you
in and out, our eyes meet.

Watching you, I lick the
length of your hard cock
teasing the head
tasting your treasure.

Watching me, you grow
anxious, needing to
explode into my mouth
releasing your power.

Grabbing your hips,
pulling you deeper
I hear your intake
as you begin to fuck my face.

Deeper, nose press against you,
I taste you as your cum
slides down my throat
I drink you in.

You watch me, amazed,
as I retrieve
the last pearl,
with the tip of my tongue.


It may not be as good as the others posted here ~ but it was fun and now I want to give a blow job....