Showing posts with label Erotic Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotic Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, September 25, 2017

Pink


Pink

I saw stars
And I smiled
Fighting back my tears
Of joy

I lay bent
Across his knee
Wet
With anticipation
As he prepared
My blistering reward

All day long
I had waited for this moment
I ached with the knowledge
That this would happen

He held in his hand
My xoxo paddle
The one I bought
For this very moment
And I laughed a bit wickedly

The first smack
Was the best
As he pinked my pale back side
I squealed with delight
And devoured the sensation
Of heat on my skin

Yesterday
I would have never agreed to this
Today I could only think about
All the tomorrows I wanted this
To occur again and again

When he was done
And the numbness set in
I stood
Staring into his eyes
And I realized
I was his to do with
Whatever he wanted
And I was ok with that

Robert Lloyd

25 September 2017

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Ykubare Girl


Ykubare Girl

Her brown hair
Rests in my hand
The perfect Bridle
For my control
Of the moment
Her doe eyes
Stunning
And chocolate
With gold flecks of lust
Stared back me
Daring me
To pull harder
And so I did
Not knowing how
Much I really loved
Her squeals of delight
Till just that very moment

RL
16 September 2017

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Electric

She left me breathless
Having ignited my skin
With her soft touch
It wasn’t intentional
But want like that
Never is
For a moment I was drowning
In her words
In her smile
In her eyes
I can see the addiction
And I have only had a small taste
I can see her power
And me eventually begging for more
I should turn and run now
I thought to myself
Before this beautiful creature
Ensnares my will
And then
Her hand was on my arm
once again
Electricity spun through my body
Like a sparkler at the toll of new years
And I was forever lost

RL
14 September 2017

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Up

Up

Barefoot footsteps patter across the floor above me

I can smell her perfume in the air
Mixed with the candles she has lit
She has left a trail of cloth and taunt for me to follow
And I do so willingly

I have been here before
Climbing these stairs
Hungry for what comes next
I knew what lust would offer me
Yet my heart beat as if it were all undiscovered

I could hear her whispers
I want you
I could taste the sweat upon her nakedness
Salty and sweet upon my tongue

Her moans would echo across the room
Once more
As I press myself against her velvet touch

When she bites me
Giving in to her beast
I will smile
Trying not falter too soon
Allowing her to claim what she so badly wants

And finally, when I do stumble back down these steps
I will have her love letters
Written on my skin
In the form of bite marks
And lengthy scratches across my aching flesh

Robert Lloyd

30 August 2017