Oh my goodness,
for I am truly lost.
A wrong turn at Cuckold
lands me here
in Erotic poetry,
a foreign land to me.
My body cowers in fear,
scared, repressed, sheltered,
knowing I don’t belong here.
But Fluttered and Writeroferotica333
extend their gentle hands,
eager to introduce me to their world.
I explore your delightful home,
seeing the pictures you paint,
the emotions you arouse.
Every word has delicious meaning,
musically telling your story,
making me feel something.
There are no signs of plots or protagonists,
just writings
full of wild abandon,
often discarding punctuation.
Without the confines of a perfect sentence,
imagination explodes.
I long to be uninhibited,
much like your free verse
and I shed my clothes.
Nipples tingle.
Ample breasts rejoice.
Pussy breathes.
Your poems are shorter in length
proving less is more
as you instill an urgency inside
to lose myself in ecstasy.
You can be my stimulating foreplay
or my exploding climax.
Your verses light my romantic ardor
stirring hidden longings,
while your stanzas stoke my flames of desire
setting free my fantasies.
Oh my goodness
I find my heart’s desire.
Your stimulating phrases burn inside me
threatening to melt my flesh,
while your seductive rhythm takes hold
causing my body to writhe.
My legs soon open
with my widening mind.
Alliterations tongue, tease, and titillate
my sensitive little bud.
Personification gives life
to sleeping Pussy
making her leak tears of joy
and quiver in anticipation.
Your melodic rhymes
make my body sing.
Oh my goodness
we don’t fuck here
but our bodies melt together
in absolute harmony.
Regretfully, the time has come
for me to bid adieu
to Adrian and Lil Bit
just to name a few.
After basking in your brilliance
My soul feels anew.
I sleepily crawl away
fully satiated by your offerings.
My body slick from passion
slides down the category slope
to Flash Erotica
where I belong.
