Erotic author that dabbles in poetry about love

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Erotic Poetry

Poem: Poling Polar

Polar vortex, snow up to my thighs like anything not plowed is lava, cold biting through windows while we huddle naked on a blanket you spread after feeding me scallops fried in canola oil on a cast iron skillet. You gave me six orgasms with your finger and tongue, so much pleasure crashing my crotch …

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Poem: Touching my Butt

Your greedy eyes drink my butt curving these pajama pants like it is new, Like I haven’t been doing squats every day, leg lifts and difficult warriors for twenty reps to build up my booty. Your heavy touch rounds my rump with gleeful delight, savoring every flexing mound like the first time you touched tits …

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Poem: Winter’s Spatter

Winter is the Earth’s blasting wet dream stimulated from the equator’s erogenous tickle in the waves against Chile doubling off the desert subduction mountains. It is the creaming splat as the cum meets fridged pole air like the slap of ropy jizz across the face and an open mouth. Turn your head to the sky …

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Poem: Breaking in

I like reaching behind my back pulling my cheeks apart as much as I like laying on my back, knees hooked by wrists going sore from lack of blood while you break into my tightest entrance, ignoring my clit, and squeeze me wider than I can struggle breath. My cringing face encourages you harder and …

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Poem: Jiggling Skin

A thousand hours wasted on the gym and all you want to do is see me jiggle, watch my flapping fat smashed together with bikini straps so small and thin they bite into my back like wire. All my tightness falters beneath your attention, your touch, and focus on my breasts like the round muscle …

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Poem: Holding your hand

After, you run to get a paper towel shouting thanks and how good I feel inside, how good I am screaming your name. I like to feel your biceps bulging into my shoulders and the warmth your blood shoves through your palms unlike my own traitorous cold fingers and toes even after planting my belly …

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Poem: Displaying

Peace on the couch is sprawling against soft cushions like this pose isn’t stomach-churning uncomfortable. My breasts are bound for lust against your strong neck and eyes that pierce through the bravado I’m braving. Your hands when they find my skin find me sweating not from exertion but anticipation for what you’ll take. My open …

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Poem: Beaches and Lotion

Your hot hands move with strength from heel through your thumbs up my thighs, your thumbs slip close to my chilled sweetness fingertips catching a few times on my labia. Are you dipping into my honey on purpose or is it like coloring outside the lines from aggression? My widening legs are the invitation you …

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Poem: Once you touch

My legs twitch for long minutes staving off sleep after you’re gone, long minutes to quivers echoing the heavy strength your fingers laced over my crotch as you massaged my butt, found pleasure in groping my cracks and mounds. It isn’t sleep that comes long minutes of squirming need later.

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Poem: Halloween Treats

Bring me treats like I’m a trick on Halloween, like my costume is my lingerie, like I’m roaming house to house with my hand out but I only want your candy. Tonight I’ll be in black stockings, garter, lace tight bra squeezing breasts for you to lick and pull off with your teeth like you’re …

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Poem: Toe Rubbing Nights

Touch my toes with heavy hands, fingers like a whisper of your desire weaving between my bones and up my soles. A hot breath oozes through your lungs wheezing for my moisture between my legs. You can rub my feet every night, take my legs against your chest and fly your fingers to my dreams.

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Poem: Powers

Bjorn’s speed and size are faster than his cold touch, leeching heat and blood, like Simeon’s silken warmth from pulsing muscles and girth as wide as a giant wolf’s paw. Hunter breaks me with his power, his muscles bulging anger into my flesh, like claws he tried to destroy. And Brooke’s heaving sweat throwing locked …

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Poem: What you find in bed

i’m finding love in all ten fingers of your touch, finding peace in the cooling calm of your breath finding warmth from the simple silence you moan so close i can feel my hairs dancing from your action. push down the nude pajama pants minding the loose waist over my hips, hips wide with running, …

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Poem: Dreaming

I’m staring at butts on television longer than I should, smiling with a finger on my nipple, on my center, teasing out joy from the actor’s sculpted sex like he was made for TV. You’re staring too at the gyrating skin. The ripples I’m enjoying are in your blind spot filled by tits and ass …

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Poem: Bribes

What can you see when I’m reaching for a taco?Is my shirt too low cut or flimsy to hold my cleavage in?Can you see my blushing hint of blatant revealing? I wonder if you’re aware how much of my outfit is planned, how much of my display is controlled andnot happenstance, like a water wheel …

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Poem: Fear like Rain

Are you finding worry in the rain?Finding sadness in the raindrops darkening your pants?Don’t worry about it now, sunlight is hiding behind the cloud blanket,blessed sun, permanent, so constant all life here is beholden.  Are you finding tears in my coldness?Like the rain, I’m but a cover between your lust and joy,my wetness your sun, …