Author: Poetpat9

She asked me to please
I said down on your knees.
Grabbing her hair told her
don’t tease.

The sound of my zip as my trousers slipped
her hand took what was on offer.
No need to make it firm it was already so
as she stripped not so long ago.

I felt it warm enclosed her mouth and breath hot
like a melting pot.
Her tongue teasing my mind reeling .
If I was ready to blow should I let her know.

Imagine my surprise she must have read
my mind .
She was working it faster her mouth tighter
Her tongue on the tip I began to twitch .

An eruption deep down was taking place
I had to admire her pace.
With out a flinch she swallowed all
leaving me satisfied
yet wanting more.

Waking along Hamburgs famous Reaper bahn .
Looking left and right.
So many pretty sights.
Window shopping at it’s best.
Beautiful women.
Putting you to the test.
Breasts not quite hidden from view .
If only they knew .
The thoughts in my head the images that stayed.
Accompany me as I play.
Rembering every detail said.
Trying to get me to their bed
Prices were discussed.
Acts to perform .
Made my excuses and left.
So many visions I saved that night
To recall when the time is right.

Some times a rush
lately a gush
panties in the morning wet
from the night before
those dreams
mean so much more.

My voice the trigger
speaking to you
asking you to do.
Not heard but in your head
speaking as you lay in bed.

Discovering your self new
places that excite you.
Wanting more always
ready to explore.

Fingers or toy
a sexual joy.
Probing feeling
senses reeling.
Another dam broken
walls crumbling
nothing to stop
you coming.

More than moist
imagining my
voice.

She awoke from a dream  in a state of sweat  what was it that had made  her panties wet.

  Her hand moved to touch  she slowly began to rub.  Slipping her panties down her legs  she played with her breasts. 

  Her fingers tugged her nipple  her breasts,so supple.  Natural in form  her size the norm.

Between her fingers her nipples erect  the other hand between her legs.  She teased and rubbed her little bud  sensitive to the touch  Loving it much. 

  Her vagina was begging for fingers inside  It’s lips swollen and wet  she needed to fuck it.

  Fingers one and two no longer In view touching  that spot that only she knew. 

In extacy and a world of her own it was not  long before she came.

  Now the bed was wet too .
What was that dream  she wished she knew .

Addicted is too strong a word.
May be it’s the attention I crave
the spreading of words .
Knowing how people react .
Images put in their mind .Wondering.
Erotic poetry does this the best.
Really puts you to the test.
Are you aroused as you read .
Toes curling . Gently moaning .
Do you play as the words flow.
Letting yourself go.
The adult playground the Internet.
Roundabouts and swings replaced with images and verse .
For those who write
a gift or a curse.
Addiction of the unkown can destroy
life and home.
Still I do not want to give it up.
Addicted I may be.
A fetishist of knowing you’re wet.
With my words printed on the net.

Erotic. Poet

Your panties of powder blue 
my favourite color on  you .
Set my heart beating 
knowing what’s inside.
Hidden from my eyes.

A peek is all I ask to see 
I am not greedy .
Of course if you want to 
show more I will not say no.
May be we should see 
how far we can go.

I know from the tone in your voice 
that you are moist.
It would be wrong to not carry on.
So slip your panties aside .
Feel my gentle touch 
as your lips I carress 
feeling you  wet.

Slightly apart are your thighs 
allowing me to enter inside.
like a volcano about to erupt 
your thighs buck.
The molten lava my fingers 
set free  hot and sticky.

 Just lying here thinking of you
my hands know what to do.
Running down my chest
touching my breast.

Images in my head
my fantasies running wild
wishing it was your hands
not mine
with your nails so fine.

Slowly my hands move to below
with every touch I grow.
Breathing comes faster
as I quicken the pace
Knowing this is not a race.

With your body in my mind
my hand moves in time.
The skin pulled back
I spit on my finger
making the head moist
rubbing in circles
alone I have no choice.

The sensations that this brings
I can not compare to any thing.
One thing I do know once in flow
I can’t let go.

Your breasts before me I see
that helps me.
My hand now has my cock in firm grip
ready for the final trip.

Now some where between heaven and hell
I let out a yell.
My load I have spent
as it  drips on my tum .
Feeling satisfied for today
playing my way.

 

Lying on your bed
curtains drawn light low
your favorite music
reminds you of not so long ago.

Fully clothed but for how long
listening to your favorite song.
As the lyrics take on
a meaning you understand
thinking of your man.

Your body heat now rising
you take off your clothing.
Top and skirt are the first
you gracefully throw to the floor.

Lying in panties and bra
your hands wonder over
your breasts.
Fingers in panties
feeling your wetness
Now slowly teasing your clit
as thoughts of me
run in your head.

Pushing your bra aside
one hand playing with nipple
the other hand below
leaves your clit and
opening you lips.
Your fingers you guide
to your moistness inside.

The songs playing in the background
your fingers in rhythm to the tune
the sweet smell of your
perfume in the room.

Fingers shiny as you move to lips
tasting yourself as you
arch your hips.

Again you play
fingers faster
and moving in every way.
panties wet
you orgasm
you scream.
Is it my name that flows
from your lips
while you play with your clit.

I will take you to places new.
Make your fantasies come true.
All it takes is words written on a screen.
To make your inner devil scream.
The thoughts in your head
as you play on your bed.
Sensations as you touch those
regions of lust .
Be it your breast or between your legs.
Words will make you wet.
Imagining  seeing feeling
hands massaging .
Pinching twisting.
Inserting feeling wet.
Are these words
Working yet.