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#FreestyleFriday: choices, sunshine, gravy, pineapple, brunch

Carol Porter: Choices, sunshine, gravy, pineapple, brunch

Sunshine
It bathes coco skin
Washes them in vitamin D nutrition
Recharges melanin
Cause their libido to become sun kissed
Radiates
Summer breeze whispers
Their skin listens
Gazes deep
Yet gentle
They are alone in this crowed place

Brunch
This is what they’ve met to eat
First meal of the day skipped
They are hungry
Ready to feast
Longing to dine on each other
Eyes speak silent words
Converse
Communicate unspoken want
While the engage is casual dialogue

Choices
The menu is full of them
Just so is the menu of lustful possibilities
Their minds wonder through the options
Foreplay starters
Decadent main course
Sweet afterplay of dessert
They discuss the menu
While thoughts ponder the menu of lust

Gravy
Poured by the waiter over their meal
Smothers their food
Their want is gravy
Smothers their conversation
Coats their discourse
Adds flavour to their tête-à-tête
They soak it up

Pineapple is the dessert
A sorbet
Cool
Refreshing
It does not cool their heat
It amplifies it
Sweet
Soft
Light
They lick lips
Their meal complete
They leave
Return home
so they can indulge in the feast of each other

Categories: poems, wet thoughts, wordplay

#FreestyleFriday: Conundrum, Rain, April, concentrate, Breakfast

#FreestyleFriday words: Conundrum, rain, April, concentrate, breakfast

Conundrum
Senses are perplexed
Confused
Clash against each other
A sensory brawl
Beautifully violent
Intellect battles with emotion
Sight conflicts with touch
Calm wars with passion
Hearing combats with smell
Rational become hostile towards illogical want
Tongue fights hardness
It is a beautiful frustration

Concentrate
Is what I try to do
To focus
Gain clarity
Yet I’m lost in this storm
Blown away by winds of lust
Knocked over by gusts of want
Thoughts bumble though my mind
Feelings stampede though my body
They tussle
Overpower me

April
It is the change of seasons
A time when clocks go forward
Daylight saving hours
Yet I’m trapped in this moment
Caught in time
Suspended
Held captive
Feel the temperature rise
Humidity forms in the air of atmosphere

Rain
Morning showers
Water soldiers march on roof tops
Drums on the window
Slithers down
A fluid zig-zag dance
I can smell the moisture in the air
Inhale deep
I smell her moisture in the air
Hear the thunder
Realise it does not come from outside
It booms within our room
Lighting strikes
Eyes smile

Breakfast
Is what she offers me
She bites her lip
I lick mine
We are both hungry
Both needing sustenance
Bodies yearning to be fed
I slide down her body
Look up at her
Smile
Say Grace
And have breakfast in bed.

#FreestyleFriday: Now, present, promise, world, love

#FreestyleFriday words: Now, present, promise, world, love

Now
This is how I want you
In this moment
Within the urgency of this instance
I want to slide inside the tights of your time
Slip into the fraction of your seconds
Go deep into the wet tautness of your interval

Present
Is the constant state of this want
Never fading
As permanent as my melanin
It is my DNA
Forms my molecular make up
It is the nucleus of my desire
You are the nuclear of my desire
The organism of my passion

Promise
It is said to be a comfort to a fool
Then I am foolish
For although you give to me endlessly
It is the promise of pleasure that makes me giddy
Causes my hormones to dance with excitement
They are frenzied with intoxicated anticipation
Yet they know
Your promise of pleasure is guaranteed
My hormones always live for this promise

World
This world
It is simply a planet in a solar system
Within a galaxy
An endless space
Yet
Our sex
It has cause us to travel
Bend time
Disprove laws of physics
Make Einstein’s knowledge invalid
I am weighted with lust
Yet float
Pulse travels faster than light
Yet move in slow motion

Love
A small word with infinite definition
We encompass it
Define it
Express it through our being
And though our being
We are limitless
Undefined
Endless
We are black love …

#FreestyleFriday: shoes , summer , water , nails , perfume , trip

#FreestyleFriday words: shoes , summer , water , nails , perfume , trip

Water
H2o
This is what I want to taste
Your waters
The ocean of your pleasures
Have my tongue sail on the waves of your folds
Splash
Become submerged
Explore the fluidity of your delights
Circumnavigate
Discover your pearl

Perfume of your essence
It fills the room
I inhale
Breathe deep
Have it gloss my lips
Let the mist of your spray coat my chin
Wear it proud
Lick my lips so I can taste it
Have your scent seduce my tongue

Trip across your nib
Have my tongue journey
Explore
Discover your tingles
Become an oral tourist
Take in the sights and sounds of your wetness
Capture the image on the camera of my taste buds

Summer is how I want to taste
With sunshine warm of my mouth
The gentle breeze of my breathe
Cause you to become heated
Have a picnic in your woman garden
Slide my tongue inside you
Slow and easy like summer Sundays

Nails
They transcribe a script of your pleasure
Sink into my shoulders
Etch the words you are unable to speak
Translate your shudders
Engrave your tingles
Your fingers nails write a manuscript
Hands clench
Fingers flare wide
Sign language of pleasures you receive

Shoes
They are to blame for this moment
6 inches that make your hips to sway
Cause your ass to become elevated
Rounded
Rise
Roll
Fall
As you stride past me
They cause your back to arch deeper
Create that valley down your spine
It’s your shoes that cause this
Your shoes are to blame

FreestyleFriday – 5 word erotic writing challenge

April 4, 2014 2 comments

I haven’t done it in a while so it’s here once again … Freestyle Friday.

You know the rules. submit any 5 words of your choice (the more random and non-sex related the better) and i’ll create a poem from your words. leave them in the comments box below. Lets have some fun.

*NOTE: its only limited to the first 8 submissions.
Remember to click the ‘Notify me of follow-up comments via email’ box so you can see when I’ve posted up your poem.

Mr E

Interactive erotic poetry that you dictate

February 5, 2014 1 comment

So the idea is I start a poem and you add a line (or two) below and then pass it on it tag some. The only rule is that whatever you write must relate to/follow on from the previous line. It’s just harmless fun and will be fun to see how it progresses.

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THE POEM …

“When you do that thing you do it makes me twitch and spasm. Vex joyful pleasure explodes from my mouth. I cuss yet call out the Lord’s name …”

Categories: poems, wordplay

Eroticnoire slow jam mix vol 2 – two hours of seductive slow jams

Here’s the eroticnoire slow jam mix vol 2

i’ve made a clean and ‘raw’ version. The raw has ‘sound effects’ which you may just want to enjoy in private/via headphones. Its two hours of seductive slow jams … yes, two whole hours.

and

listen. enjoy. share

Categories: wordplay

what’s your number – it says a lot about you

June 26, 2013 2 comments

Your number says a lot about you, what’s your digits ;-)

whats your number

Categories: wordplay

3 word challenge – bedroom war

August 8, 2011 Leave a comment

Ok … So here’s another 3 word challenge. At first I started off with a theme in mind. however, I was watching the news and think it somehow worked its way into my poem. Its true, what you watch does affect your thinking.

Anyway, I digress … The three words were:
Jamaica, fruit, midnight

Our body national anthem is of
this place of wood and water
Hips sing in chorus
“Jamaica … Land we love”
We become bashment
Raw
True
Sexual
Bassline vibrate
Slow whine
Tic tac spasms as we gyrate
Bedroom gymnastics
Olympic gold performance
Positions we do make the kara sutra ancestors blush
They want to enroll in the class of our sexology
We fuck like politics
Dirty
Hard
Opposing forces
I’m am your pussy president
You my cock dictator
We clash
go to war
Use weapons of mass orgasm
You employ pussy interrogation techniques
Try to make me talk
I try to remain silent
Try to refuse to bow down
Your vice grip wetness
Makes me squeal
I confess in moans
Spill my secrets of confidential pleasures
Surrender to your electric shock tingling waistline motions
The fruit of your mango sweet victory is sticky
Warm with tropical heat
Who said the tree of war bares no fruit?
You instruct me to taste it
Savor the flavor
Demonstrate your authority over me
Make me give up my hard weapons
Rain down on me with you warhead tongue missile
Bombard my command centre base
Slow suck until I ejaculate the white flag of my defeat
You smile to yourself
Pleased you have conquered me
I lay still in defeat
Wounded
Happy to have lost this battle
I am now your servant
Begin to fade into a sleep of submission
Survey the wasteland of our bed battleground
Look at the clock
It is midnight
The world sleeps
Unaware it has gone through bedroom world war three.

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: wordplay

3 word challenge …

August 8, 2011 1 comment

Ok … So I was set a 3 word challenge by @BlaquePoetic on twitter to come up with a poem. The words were: Locomotive, Mountains & Laptop

Have to say I aint been to the lyrical gym in a while so was a bit out of shape. It took me while to find my rhythm and pace. Think I’m gonna revisit this poem again. Hope you enjoy.

You are black coal
Taken from the core of this earth
You give me raw energy
Make me dig deep to find you
Earth’s natural resources
My passion a steam locomotive
You are the coal that feeds me
power the engine of my desire
Ride me
Hard
Be a passenger
Travel first class to the destination of your ejaculation
Derail me mind

Cause when our bodies meet
We don’t move mountains
We make them levertate
Make mountains crumble
Let’s go tell it on the mountain
No, no …
Call me Moses
Lead me to the mountain top
Give me your 10 orgasm commandments
For I shall keep thy laws

This loving is old skool
Its future technology
Love the way u back it up like a hard drive
Each night I download your moans into my memory bank
As I open your legs like a laptop
Touch type my longing between your thighs
I know the qwerty keys of your spots
Compose an poetic email with my tongue
Slide myself into your inbox

Baby you got me in the matrix of want
Shall I take the blue pill of love or the red pill of lust
I don’t want to be unplugged
I am the one
Neo
Your wetness in my zion

Baby …. You got me

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: wordplay
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