To write an erotic story
Thoughts imagination
Or an active life of experience
The wonderings
When you’re bared naked
In front of a gaggle of men
With hard ons
Pulsating and throbbing
At your every breath
Womens heaving breasts
As their clits
Grow wetter and wetter
Is it the storyline
That punctuates the sex
Or words
Sending your mind spiralling
For me
Pictures haven’t done it
Not up until of late
Slow black and white stills
Coming to life
Repeating the movement
Over and over
Those words
Strewn on a page
That you read
Again and again
Your mind lost in the battle
As it plays memories
Reliving those feelings
That no matter
Which way you look at it
Eroticism
Is in your head
In your blood
As it flows swiftly
Awakening your senses
Til there’s nothing left to do
But take hold of the passion
The plight of your feelings
As they’re aroused
Shooting endorphins
Through the stream of veins
Yes the story has worked
The erotic nerves have come alive
Your mind is spiralling
Out of control
As you breath heavily
Nipples erect
Pre cum is everywhere
What makes an erotic story
Come to life
You do
Your words
Your actions
Your thoughts and experiences
