Fingers (his words)

Fingers – written by Eroticnoire

His words caress her
paint images between her thighs
Imagination unfolds
Blooms
As does her woman petals
She sits on her bed
Legs open
She is a book
Legs are pages
His words written in her mind
On the lines of her wetness Continue reading

sound effects

Feather soft murmurs
Gentle whispers
Short gasps
Deep moans
Staccato breathing
Coarse grunt
Anguished groans
Bed head knocking against the wall
The bed dragging against the floor
Muffled sound of mouth filled with pillow
Skin slapping against skin
Blasphemy profanities
Silent explosion of release
Loud silence of release
I love the sound effects of our sex

I don’t want you to cum

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to sing
Let octaves raise up out your mouth. Create a melody, an perform an ode to your release. Harmonise with the song of your nerve endings. Hum a tune of your
Set free the choir of pleasure encased in your vocal cords

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to meditate
Mumble a mantra
Align your chakras
Ascend and go beyond yourself
Discover who you are Continue reading

moonlight

I kiss you
delicate
As gentle as moonlight kissing the ocean
Dance across the ocean waves of your skin
Float on the surface of you
Silver lining in the black velvet sky of your unfulfilled want
Kiss you until your tide rises
Ebbs
Flows
Creates undercurrents of want Continue reading

Freestyle Friday – 5th April

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
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Mr E

The oral gospel

I want to spread the oral gospel
Give my tongue a baptism in your holy waters
Part your legs like the red sea
make my tongue enter your promised land
Use my tongue and write the songs of Solomon on your clit
Whisper the 23 psalm to it
Eat you like I’ve fasted for 40 days and 40 nights
Make you call out for the father, the son and holy ghost
Cum like you catch the spirit
Hallelujah!!!
Can I get an amen?!

Class ‘A’ substance

Your kisses are speed
I see colours
A Kaleidoscope of pleasure
The spectrum of hues and tones swirl around on my tongue
Pupils dilate
The vision of you flood into my eyes

I sip on the martini of your breasts
Suck on the black olives of your nipples
My tongue is shaken and stirred
Your breasts are a refined beverage of flesh my mouth drinks in

Your body
It is narcotics
Illegally smuggled Class ‘A’ substance
Pure cut & undiluted
It’s that good ‘ish

I lick the rizla of your pussy lips
Light up with a wet spark lick of your clit
Let the aroma of your sex float into the air
Take a long pull on your clit
Puff, puff give
You head
You give me the munchies
Nibble on the sweet snack of your pussy

Your tightness causes me to become an alcoholic drunk
Under the influence of your over proof grip
Intoxicated on the cocktail of your wetness
I love the campaign of your orgasm
When I shake up the bottle of your gspot and let it spray on me

My ears do lines of your cocaine moans
Snort in the audio powder of your vocals
Inhale the residue of your acoustic expression
It’s got me buzzing wild

I’ve tried to go to rehab
Attended your pumpum anonymous classes
Gone cold turkey
Started to jerk and twitch at flashbacks of your tightness
It don’t work baby
Acted like some crack hoe bitch
My name is Mr E and I’m an addict
There! I admit it
I will always be your pussy fiend
Can I have a hit of your Class A drug sex?

Sudden

It is
Bitter-sweet
Blissful-anguish
Liberating-emancipation
Soothing-frustration
Violently-peaceful
Blasphemy-salvation
When you squeeze me with your wetness
And make me cum sudden

Hotel reservations

Exhilaration prickles up the back our necks
Childish excitement
Adult anticipation
We sign-in under an alias
Yet within our room we are our true selves Continue reading