Everyday Erotica

[thespiceoflife]

Now that you mention it, no, not really.

And he usually does NOT go down on me after he kisses me in this very intentionally suggestive way, which is obviously cruel and unusual, and very much UN-fucking-finished in my mind...

But, I’m getting off topic, so.

Thank you both, doc and cal, for the feedback. It’s my first time to ask for some, and get some, so it is meaningful to me that you replied and helped. It makes me feel like a real poet. So, thank you for that.

I took your advice and landed on this. I like it better now.

Kissing You

Sometimes you part my lips,
Like a familiar road,
My cunt,
Your hair,
The ocean.
You taste my tongue,
Like it is the sky,
My clit,
Your own.
You make my mouth,
A messenger,
A meteor,
A myth.
Make me ache for it.
Hope for it.
Imagine it.
Know it.

I adore this. The power and sensuality in such brevity. Keep it up. This certainly raised me

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

I adore this. The power and sensuality in such brevity. Keep it up. This certainly raised me

Thank you for the encouragement. It made my day.

 

[captainman2018]

To Pleasure One's Slave

After putting her wrists in chains, I rubbed on her pussy a crop's tip.

 

[todski28]

and so the weight of a mans heart is barely 300grams
a woman's slightly less
and beyond the fatalistic beating

70-80 of those a minute

pumping life into the furthest reaches of the cosmos
because the connections in the human brain
link beyond that of the stars in the sky


I burn for the curled warmth
of your breath on my face
tickling
inviting me to stare
into the unknown

the abyss that stares back
reflecting a fleeting moment

where my breath quickens
the pulse races and all 300grams of
me pounds as if I am sprinting
from death
as if the maelstrom of ideas I hold
are phantoms leaking out
being consumed by the simple act

of holding you cocooned in the Sanskrit
writings calligraphed on you skin in indelible ink
invisible to those looking out from within there own
hollows

but I see the lines and want to trace them out

write those letters of some such on all 300grams of my beating insanity

taste your taboos and kiss them away
until they are integrated into an us
to help you conquer your dreams
not stand in the way and try to do it for you
shield you from wounds that would altogether be mortal if I was not there
but I refuse to take those wounds that will make you stronger

there is some kind of gorgeous huger
in the suffering of fools in love
as if a heart beating battery acide
and a mind clouded in the dizzy fogs are all that matter
and yes I burn for you
ache to join in the topography of your flesh
breath the sanguis perfume
from between your thighs

the moments of awe
hair raised in shivering piloerection

as I melt

Aristotle believed the heart was a lamp that kept us warm
and mine surges into a bonfire

whenever I read the depth of you

engraved in all 300grams
of my lifes blood

 

[HarryHill]

and so the weight of a mans heart is barely 300grams
a woman's slightly less
and beyond the fatalistic beating

70-80 of those a minute

pumping life into the furthest reaches of the cosmos
because the connections in the human brain
link beyond that of the stars in the sky


I burn for the curled warmth
of your breath on my face
tickling
inviting me to stare
into the unknown

the abyss that stares back
reflecting a fleeting moment

where my breath quickens
the pulse races and all 300grams of
me pounds as if I am sprinting
from death
as if the maelstrom of ideas I hold
are phantoms leaking out
being consumed by the simple act

of holding you cocooned in the Sanskrit
writings calligraphed on you skin in indelible ink
invisible to those looking out from within there own
hollows

but I see the lines and want to trace them out

write those letters of some such on all 300grams of my beating insanity

taste your taboos and kiss them away
until they are integrated into an us
to help you conquer your dreams
not stand in the way and try to do it for you
shield you from wounds that would altogether be mortal if I was not there
but I refuse to take those wounds that will make you stronger

there is some kind of gorgeous huger
in the suffering of fools in love
as if a heart beating battery acide
and a mind clouded in the dizzy fogs are all that matter
and yes I burn for you
ache to join in the topography of your flesh
breath the sanguis perfume
from between your thighs

the moments of awe
hair raised in shivering piloerection

as I melt

Aristotle believed the heart was a lamp that kept us warm
and mine surges into a bonfire

whenever I read the depth of you

engraved in all 300grams
of my lifes blood

..
Oh bravo!

 

[greenmountaineer]

..
Oh bravo!

Agree with Harry; one of your best, tod

 

[butters]

todski... it's like you missed 3 rungs on the stepladder and wrote this one from the fourth up from you regulars.

they were pretty damned good, visceral, and beyond simple 'raw' - this latest is honed to a professional feel without being so shiny it's tawdry.

 

[champagne1982]

todski... it's like you missed 3 rungs on the stepladder and wrote this one from the fourth up from you regulars.

they were pretty damned good, visceral, and beyond simple 'raw' - this latest is honed to a professional feel without being so shiny it's tawdry.

Agreed in all but the honing Todski. I know it needs an edit simply because you wrote it on your mobile phone touch pad. If you'll allow me I will clean it up for you.

Send me an IM

 

[todski28]

Agreed in all but the honing Todski. I know it needs an edit simply because you wrote it on your mobile phone touch pad. If you'll allow me I will clean it up for you.

Send me an IM

Damn champ I'm sorry for not responding to this, I've been flitting between here and gone so much it's been drive by poeming:/

Thanks all who replied also, I may be around more often I'm kinda not sure at the moment I want to be around but life does what life does

 

[todski28]

My hands are strangers
it smells of teeth
crushing ripe fruit

every motion draws a new catalyst
of meaning from your skin
metaphors spark in the moans
loss
reunification
a new pulse of life in the grey
solitude of my own thoughts
controlling demands of lye

shackled beasts wander
in the empty pit of my stomach
primordial things there before the formation of gods
sparking programming as ancient as trees
codified in the existence of your arousal

a well trekked swamp of danger
flush of excitement
collecting the burdens of
strength
the demands of surrender
taking all that is hard and
sinking into svelte softness
a dichotomy as old as time
everything tastes wet
you are mapped
in the contours of my existance
burdens pound against the temples
air never seemed so sweet
and raging blood never made me feel more alive

 

[todski28]

There is coffee in its dark liquidity
toned and black
with cream I would take it
sweetened like caramelised candy
to better swallow the bitter brew

it’s aroma infused with the tempo
of our dark thoughts that want to
bury the madness of us
of humanity between the
walls of this threadbare house
and the delicate sounds longing to burst
from your throat
as the first trickle touches your tongue

and the taste of coffee in your mouth will always be an enigma
as sensual as your hair between my fingers
as dark as the stain it leaves on raw timber
and I would lacquer it there to remember
when it was
we paired back the hues of arabica
and shared the taste of
it’s dark and sensual hue

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Darling your sleeping sensuality, tempts me
beyond all endurance and all mortal patience.
A guilty flush creeps over me, until staining
nipples pink with desire, your excellence
will not deny my passion and I awake you,
deep within my mouth..............

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You breathe in my ear that you love me,
and you may as well have emblazoned
it across the sky, for my heart soars,
races to the heights. The world must surely
be alight from the glory of what you give to me.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

.
I love your eyes where the love light lives,
sometimes soft, more often lit with passion.
That look is all it takes to bring me desirous,
lost and trembling in the tempest of your love.
Lie skin to skin with me, and together we'll
sing our song, until all insecurities gone,
I discover the tune, the music of your heart.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

When we were small
and the world a safer place
we'd swim, all us kids,
naked as the day we were born.

I always thought the little fingers
hanging out in front so sweet,
kind of helpless, tender. Floating
and bobbing, jiggling when the boys ran
to dry off or chase us girls.

Now we’re grown yours still seems
vulnerable until it swells with power.
Softly curled to the fleshy cushion behind,
stirring at my touch, my breath, my lips,
until it’s rigid, blessing your belly,
your heart beat making it dance for me.

To feel your body entering mine,
a part of me, is what I live for.
I envy you this token of your desire,
mine as long as we’re together

 

[todski28]

Woo me” she whispers
between honey bourbon lips that
slink in the darkness
her breath heady with the burning alcohol her legs dangling nonchalant, pushes hair behind her ear

I drink deep of the bottle she hands me
our fingers brush in that flirtatious dance that borders the decadence of impropriety
the one that leaves both asking questions and seeking further answers...

the light reflecting of seduction
and alcohol blurring them into a shade of wrong
but oh so right....

To hell with the glasses she whispers because slugging from the bottle leaves more time
for
other things

......

Wondering about wandering
as half a bottle has been drained
Inebriation is dancing it’s rhythm
and every layer is peeling away
exposing flesh
the thin bones of a clavicle
the nape of a neck
soft lips my coarse thumb traces a delicate line over

breath held in anticipation
of what and where and
the alcohol is pounding
shedding inhibitors
like silk clothes
baring the naked thoughts of reckless
of abandonment
of leaping into a fire
expecting to burn
and demanding the sting of licking flame
be worth the agonising freefall

and how far is too far
and how far is not enough

.....


And I see in your face surpris and a
questioning where terra-firma went...
It’s gone from beneath your feet
as firm hands raise you up
and lay you back

to spread your petals
to expose a centre ripe
and rich
I want to bury myself in the rapture
of it’s scent
taste the centre of all things creation

want is now need
and taste is everything as you
melt upon my tongue
the sounds of something building
to a crescendo begins

an exploration of what it is to
pluck a daisy
and explore every millimetre
of rapture that comes
from the bottom of a bottle
the thighs of the right woman
at the right time
and to peel back the layers of decadence
sampling them

 

[todski28]

No matter how hard my resolve
you push other aspects harder
I’m straining at the seams
fit to burst
you lie there a seamstress with a quick-un-pick
ready to tear the frail stitching
redesign it to my desire
because it fits too tight upon my will

 

[Tzara]

Consideration

That you are divorced does not help
me reconsider whether I should

bind your wrists,
force your head onto the carpet, knee
your legs apart

or whether I should merely rub your shoulders
and knead your lower back.

I could try to do both, or either,
though they don't really fit together, and I'd like
to fit together,

whether it was with masks and whips
or wine and marshmallows, toasted
over a wood fire,

admiring how your breasts shift up and down
as I enter and enter and enter you.

 

[todski28]

I’ve traversed the trip wires
of your expectations
felt your push back
and feigned indifference
but I know you
the things that dance behind your eyes
smoke and bourbon
a whisper of seduction that
sets a high tensile string vibrating
a mallet strike
flawless in the way you reverberate
to the right ministrations
the scent of Sulfur
burnt into the carpet
etched into my flesh

and your cries echo through me
like golden droplets of ether
until I am lost in your music
head down
sweat building
I play you until you cry
a piercing rattle that bounces
of the hollow darkness
I never knew could be seen
you curl tightly around
pieces of me I forgot were there

and as your first orgasm slicked cries
drip down the walls
you settle into
harsh breathless
quiet
I stand in rapt attention
the music made
leaves me
in
awe

 

[todski28]

And I want handfuls of you
to lick the sin of your skin
with dark stains
of red
that bring to the surface
the harlequin of lust
the dancer in the glory of
a sordid scene
a flash of bass
a revelry of flesh and tone

of steel
blind folds and folds so wet
as to be a flood of sex
trickling from my calloused hands
and the chords of discord
hoarse cries barking against my fingers
as they curl about your throat
fingers dance a wet destruction
between your thighs

the air heavy with the sweet sounds of perversion
a dialect spoken
between animals
of predator and a prey that bends willingly
to strung cords
that strum chords within the dark

a private scene
a private show
where the shadows cast in the black
pin you to the sounds raging in your ears
and the ministration
of a man that understands
what you need
what he wants
and how they align

 

[Enchantment_of_Nyx]

And I want handfuls of you...

That one needs to come with a warning before and a cold shower after. Beautifully executed.

 

[todski28]

That one needs to come with a warning before and a cold shower after. Beautifully executed.

I would never execute a play mate, what kind of monster do you think I am

Thanks for the imagery and the praise, next piece now might have to include a cold shower

 

[todski28]

Shut your mouth
she whispers against the growl
in my throat
don't say those words that might
kill this moment

cursed as sin on the breath of the starving
shut your mouth
come here,
come
here
I need you to deliver
something for me to feel
so I can be more than the
damned ache against my temples
the cry of violence pulsing in my blood

shut your mouth
and run me like a river

with control
I slide my hands up over her contours
memorising every millimetre
satin and lace soft
million thread count skin I feel in the capillaries
of my fingers
she arches into my control
with a cry
that lowers into a moan
against my lips

I grasp her throat
gently my thumb clamping the carotid
she raises her chin in supplication
her name pulses like a river

we clasp to a hairpin trigger
she begs me stand and deliver
a release from the pressure building
her breath held
she strains like a sinner
her body a quiver
she runs out like a river
pooling against my sanity

 

[Tzara]

Haiku with No Seasonal Word Nor Cut Word

I want you tied, bound
naked, legs spread and opened
so I can freely



(you have no more syllables)

 

[todski28]

and for a wordy bastard like myself, this made me laugh my ass off!

f-ing hilarious as well as the open space after allows the reader to construct their own scene off the page, fun