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word wednesday aka creative corner

December 5, 2012 1 comment

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge :-)

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better :-)

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

Categories: creatve challenges

In that moment

August 16, 2012 Leave a comment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

Categories: poems

Duvet day

September 6, 2011 Leave a comment

Not that England actually had a summer, but the ‘summer’ does seem to be over. We are now left facing the sad and depressing reality we have 6-8 months of even more rain, dark mornings, cold and possible snow. It’s on days like this (especially when we have to go to work) that we need a duvet day. So, I dedicate this poem to those that indulge in a duvet day …

Duvet day

The wind whistles pass our window
Howls as it twists branches strips. Dem of leaves
Twirls around huddled bodies making their way to work
Wraps them in harsh words of coldness
They taste the gray skies
It’s thick heavy flavour is bitter
Rain wipes skin with wet lashes
Soaks dreams of hope
Drowns them
Chill factor -2
Raucous icy laughter
Envelopes disgruntled commuters long faces
Crease brows
The faces that walk the streets

And we …

We lay still
Enclosed in a silent tornado of want
Blown away to our place of us
Kiss until we create tropical heat
Humidity of lust
The sunshine of our passion is hot
We perspire desire
Warm mouths commute
explore body landscapes
Moans as soft and light as summer breeze
Float in the air
We taste bountiful fruits
Sweet Juices
Colour our taste buds with each others goodness
Wear sunshine smiles
As we travel to the place of us
Our journey starts when we decide to have a duvet day …

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: poems

The best wake up call…

September 6, 2011 Leave a comment

I exploded from deep silent slumber
Jolted awake by full body tensing
Orgasm
Your warm mouth around my hardness
Throw my head backwards into my pillow
Grit teeth
Growl
Heartbeat pounding in my chest
Shudder
Release
Spasm
You lick me off slow
As I melt
Nerves sparkle with after shock sensations

…It wasn’t a dream after all

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: poems

My Lady of Soul

September 6, 2011 Leave a comment

I tune in to her frequency
Audio indulgence
She slows it down
Cranks me up
Sits on my rhythm
Moves me
Her groove is a harmony
Slide into her tempo
Makes my senses sing
I Moan basslines
Soft suck on her sound
Kiss on her late night pleasures
taste the sweetness of her melody
Let its juices dribble down my chin
I can see her sounds
touch her music
Its wet
Sink in slow
Let her ride my rhythm
Until she orgasms
Music
She is my Lady of Soul

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: poems

I see stars when …

September 5, 2011 Leave a comment

when you straddle me

position yourself

so only your tight wetness

and my hardness

meet

take in just the tip of my dick

slowly ease down on to it

slowly rise up

just on the tip

do if fast

then slow

pause

rise up slowly to the tip

I see stars when you do that to me…

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

Sex education

September 5, 2011 Leave a comment

I’m about to take it to school. Educate a fool …

Here’s a poem I wrote a while back. It’s one of those bragging poems that I think every poet (and dude) has up his sleeve.

Sex education

Have a PhD in taking you to ecstasy
A Masters in making you cum harder
A degree in being your fantasy
I wanna be an A+ student
Have a second doctorate in how to stimulate
Have another degree in makin u get h2o freaky
Have a diploma in makin u moan louder
Have double figure A levels in makin ur senses tingle
And untold O levels in oral levels
I have a masters in makin u cum harder …

Posted by eroticnoire

Categories: poems
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