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.

Welcome to Yours Erotically

Hello. 

The name is Lala. I write erotica. Poetry, specifically. I may dabble in other genres. I have always been a writer. 

Notebooks filled with my words strung together creating sentences, paragraphs, stories. I have either destroyed most of my early writings or I have decided to keep them private. This blog will allow you to read (obviously) what I want the world to see. All poetry is my property. Please don't pass it off as yours. It takes a lot to find the perfect words to string together to create poetry. So once again, please don't steal it. 

Lala