Erotic author that dabbles in poetry about love

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Erotic Poetry

Poem: Waiting

Background noise floods my senses like I imagine ADHD kidsfeel all the time, the roar of a mini-highway constant in variable roarsand groans, not unlike sex between two very vocal people.  Every twenty seconds I’m looking up from my laptop,are you coming out the door? Are your sexy big calves wide with musclemoving straight at …

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Poem: Bright and Hollow Sky

I’m staring as a passenger, staring at the bright sky of city lights,the hollow sky of light not its own, but singing dull, a domeof bright and hollow hope.  There’s no stars coming out tonight, nothing shining tonightthe bright and hollow sky like a snow globe keeping us in,swirling no stars and fatigue like water …

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Poem: Youthly

I can wear those tank tops, tits flashing side boob like it doesn’t matter, like there is no such thing as stretch marks, flab or parts I don’t want someone to see. When i was 16. I can wear those tank tops, low cut stretch and sides so pulled forward by boobs perking tight with …

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Poem: Teenage reluctance

How easy it was to cross my arms, cross my legs, and turn my head away from people I didn’t know, didn’t trust, their curled hair on a face too unkept to be attractive and skin only just wrinkling to age. How easy it was to hear his voice commanding with confidence that the self …

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Poem: Blowing

“I’ll blow you every day,” I heard one girl at the bar say, thinking, “bullshit.” Those blow jobs will stop two years into dating, and cease entirely complaining of a “too small mouth” once they’re married. “hey, eyes up here,” you say, and I strain stuffed with dick, and struggling to breathe, but twist my …

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Poem: Rising Fast

My morning is two hours earlier than yours, but you’re always holding an foot long mastiff while snoring on your back, one hand down pajama pants. It doesn’t take much effort to wiggle on your side, spoon into your waiting twist to hug me back to sleep, but I’m shimmying your wood between my legs, …

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Poem:Wearing leggings

My butt looks better in leggings than naked, the tight smooth fabric like a compression against my flab, against the cellulite born from long nights with belly full of beer and pizza, tacos, and cock I didn’t care for. You like it best when I’m jiggling below your waist, as you thrust into me like …

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Poem: Leggings

The bitch looks good in leggings; almost better than her tanned legs young and smooth like she shaves them three times a week, and I loathe getting my legs coated in cream to scrape hair off once a month. The young bitch’s ass so tight in the pants even I’m staring as she hands towels …

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Poem: Already in bed

“I can’t wear those, they’re my Mom’s!” I say kicking black panties out of your hands. “Get me comfortable ones!” I’m naked in bed after we watched a movie and you lubed me with lotion but my farts kept you away from my shower glistening pussy peeled apart to dry as you rubbed each leg. …

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Poem: Black pants

Leggings, yoga, fuck-me pants, black pants,all tight, butt hugging shadow show-off second skin legs. I’ve been wearing them since high school, when they flaredat the ankle, and my ass felt wedged with thong more noticeablebefore everyone started wearing them too.  It wasn’t until college when I started showing cleavagethat I stopped wearing panties at all, …

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Poem: Green Shorts

Today’s shorts are silky green, like a lime pie gelatin whisking like I imagine the men’s breaths wish to blow between her thighs as smooth as young skin and innocence that spreads too quickly and too fast for boys that bungle her wet sweetness. The other girl’s uniform black leggings tight against her similar frame; …

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Poem: Longing eyes

Flirting with you at first was intently smiling when you showed up smiling and saying “hello.” I asked questions: “whats it like outside (I could see through the windows),” “what are you doing this weekend?” (i wanted you to ask me,) “do you have any clients today?” (I wanted you to bend me like you …

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Poem: College Freshman

She wears the white shorts like a uniform against the black tee-shirt barely long enough to cover the last inch of short material that hugs close to her thighs and the curve where here young perky ass pushes out. She has no right to be so fucking hot; distracting me while I come and leave …

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Poem: Summer Sunset Nights

We spent hours on the pier watching sunsets and laughing at waves that crashed into the metal and cement burning legs and hips with colder water and comfort like our boyfriend’s long silences while they were drinking and not texting us. We spent songs singing lyrics together like we’ve memorized the feelings and emotions pairing …

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Poem: Beach Body

My lines are by receipt, earned through purchase with hours spent braving the gym, the treadmill, and weights heavier than I once thought were ladylike. My curves are by design, earned through genes passed desperately through sex I wasn’t a part of, and still don’t like even considering was real. What did my dad’s face …

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Poem: Finding peace

Our waitress told us about her boyfriend’s aunt and uncle don’t tip, and we made sure to leave 30%; I didn’t mind as she told her story how you looked at her lips wide, red, and good for kissing, or how you checked out her legs in the dress as she walked away, and brought …

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Poem: Sun tanning

In my bikini, half assed sun up, I don’t mind because it is between me and the sun, ignorning any body walking by; no one is staring too long to be worried. Not in the sea of other asses splayed by scant covering. Like being in a sea of people with cut hair, I’m confident …