Feelings

A white shirt. A red rose. Bottles of wine. 
Why am I feeling this way?
I don't even know what I'm feeling. 
His sweat pleases me.
I want to capture it, place it in solitary confinement.
Marry his essence and make love to his taste.
Hair. Tangled sheets. Feelings.
Fuck. Why do I feel this way?
He moves me across time and parallel universes.
Mesmerized by carnal hunger.
Sip. Taste. Swallow.
How could he bring me these feelings?
Cross legs. Pleasure sensations. Tighter.
I remember when I could feel him from far away
and my yoni would pulsate.
I couldn't help myself and I chose to be submissive.
Tick. Tock. Clock.
Is he feeling the same way?
Does he crave to join two into one?
Captivate my love, steal my soul.
So I can exhale, breathe, and become us. 

Release

NOTE: It's not flat out erotica, but something I dabbled with for a moment while taking a writing break from another piece I was working on. Enjoy. 

i ponder past thoughts of us

exploring

taking 

receiving

they do nothing for me now

toes don't curl

breath staccato not

empty

empty

empty

are your words now and even then

though i declined to listen

those sweet nothings were 

just that indeed

stupid

love 

lust

good for me i thought

bad to me you were

erotic spoke and i obeyed

sense of common i ignored

freedom

from 

you

Update

I know, I know. It's been weeks since I posted new poetry, but I have been really busy since my last entry. Between family vacation, getting ready to head back to college, and other stuff not worth mentioning, I've written a few pieces here and there, just not erotica. I don't want to say that I'm not in the mind frame to write erotica because I always am, but I just cannot get the poetry fragments from my mind to screen without it now flowing the way that I want it too. Another reason I don't want to post everything here is because if I do release a book of my erotic poetry, who'd pay for something that they've already read for free? But I do hope that I can string the words together the way I want them and give you what you've been waiting for.

Lala

The Inhalation of You (Lesbian Poem)

The look in her eyes
tells me everything
I want to know.
Mirrors my feelings.
Mirrors my thoughts.
My emotions reside
in my head
and not my heart
and I,
as silently as possible
tell her to explore.
Taste the yoni with
delicate measures
of tongue and finger.
Watch me exude pleasure
you offer, you give,
you bestow.
My mouth opens, slightly,
trace my lips
with tongue.
Feel heat,
probe further,
vibrations rise.
Yoni enjoys the
pampering treatment.
Bury yourself in me.
I'll suffocate you,
remove the life of you,
and place it inside me.
I'll breathe your breaths,
beat your heart,
while you steal me
with permission.
Take my feelings,
my thoughts, make them
yours as you go deeper
and my breath is staccato.
Air
escapes
and
I inhale...
you while...
you...
exhale you...
Yoni takes it all
and I shake
uncontrollably.
Pleasure heightens.
Breath becomes you.

Dangerously in Love

Addicted to the thought of you
I am
Nocturnal visions of you plague my mind
forever always
Consume the tangy sweet of life
nevermore
You devour every molecular element of
my being
I fail to exist

Thinking Erotic Thoughts

Erotic thoughts graffiti my mind...

Shiver

I step inside, anxious and scared, virginal.
Awaiting your delicate touch to caress my body.
The blinds and curtains are gone,
the vanilla candles are lit and casting erotic
shadows against the walls.
You kiss me.
Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
The doors are closed and fogged
from your powerful kiss and the cascading waterfall.
You gently lift me and place me on the seat
as you continue the never-ending sensual tongue dance.
I run my fingers through your hair as you reach
for the coconut body wash and loofah.
I stand, facing you, wanting to taste you and your masculinity.
"No," you say. "Not yet, my love."
You turn me around, the water caressing my face
as you sensually wash me, traveling from the bottom
to the top, making sure to reach every crevice, every curve.
I moan.
I moan.
I moan.
Slowly you press against my back and I feel your hardness.
A kiss on my neck surprises me, creeping from the top of my spine
to my ear, touching the spot you baptized as yours a long time ago.
Your fingers make their way to my hair, grasping my curly tresses.
You pull my face back and look deep into my eyes.
I want you.
And you want me.
We kiss so powerful and passionately that I lose my balance.
You grab my waist and press harder against me.
I feel you as you slip inside.
Every stroke nice and slow.
I meet your thrusts, and our rhythm becomes one.