Best Erotica Poems
Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry
Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement
Delectable daredevil demigods
Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 24, 2019 for contest YOUR PERSONAL PERFECT POEM PICK sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Erotica what is it?
I’m not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a manly chest?
Or is when I have rivulets of perspiration, running between my breasts?
Is it lying on a beach somewhere when our bodies meet as one?
With waves crashing rhythmically, a thrust with every one?
Is it when he runs his hand up and down my body, with such a careful touch?
Hardly touching my skin at all, but it still seems to burn so much.
The glistening of thigh beneath a dress, that catches the eye just briefly.
Or the décolleté so smooth and soft his lips caress so sweetly.
Lying on the riverside this handsome bloke of mine
Regaining control of gasping breath, with tingles down the spine.
The dampness I feel on his back as my arms do surround
The holding of breath, just for a while as we lay down on the ground.
The tenderness and trembling, I can feel the weight of him
But he is not heavy, and I welcome the feel of skin.
The six pack stomach so smooth and tanned
The cupping of my breast in his large hands
The sweet caress that sets me on fire
The look in his eyes strong with desire
The turn of a page, I want to see more
When will it be my turn this man to adore?
I saw the rage in his gaze,
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my ****.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I wanted to escape the situation, but his grip was tight and manhood hard
Enough to melt me down and
Drown in his love
Bowing in front of him
like a slave for an individual.
I could feel his warm breath
on my already perspiring neck.
His phallus expanding
making me lose my sense.
With his each powerful thrust
I wanted to take everything off my soul
Deciding to surrender my body
In front of a beast, I collide.
After all the chaos he already caused
His eyes were clear and bright.
I was his trophy
He won, gambling his own life.
His pearl whites were giving me bruises
His rough palms were squeezing out my juices
His legs powerfully
Intertwined with mine.
His voice murmured in my ear narrating
His passion, sorrows, and mysteries he hides.
He collapsed on top of me and
I was still burning inside.
I felt unworthy of what was happening to me and his eyes kept reciting
"Darling, I love you!
You're mine."
He continued carelessly incorporating
his wildness in the purity of my life
Surely, he made me swoon over his voice
Reading my lips making filthy signs.
Over his obscene touch and erotic noise
It was the moment when I felt
I cannot take it more
I found my self engrossed even more in his crotch every time.
He knew what I yearned for
he gave it all to me slowly
tearing me apart.
His warmth lay on my belly
And we felt glued together for the rest of our life.
-Prithvi Gulati
an erotic riff
a lake
a walk
an evening gift
Maurice Yvonne
05/11/2014
Erotica looks deep inside your soul.
Just one kiss overwhelms inhibition.
Could you take away exhibition?
Sensuality is truth without toll.
Sensory appeasement her goal,
Bodily movements as magician,
She has complete submission.
Voluptuousness is the whole.
Your heart is captured deep.
Both minds bonded now.
Your spirit may weep.
Though flesh will allow,
Physical actions to keep,
Erotica makes her vow.
date written 11-19-2013
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
There is a young lady named Kelly,
With a rather large butt and belly,
When she does striptease,
She wobbles with ease,
After eating two gallons of jelly.
her multiple attractive sites
leave him confuse and indecisive
her soft abdomen, hollows down from a simple caress
and her excited twin sisters, resonate on her burst
from an interplay below the waist.
Oh! the luscious melons of her backyard
tender and mesmerizing; unique and enslaving
make him appreciate her on top
Squeezing all flesh she possesses
brings out scary energy
which manifests with the passion of immortals
burning both in erotic flames
and sparks of voracious instincts.
Her groans, bathe with her own sweat
with pinned hands, to the surrender of his intense survey
making hormones go swift like dynamic lieutenants
as the artifact of love builds in an incredible speed.
He slides down from lips to hips
with deliberate pauses on strategic stops
as the gear of his kisses
increases with no manual control.
Staying under the shade of her underwear
shielded by the smooth pillars of her thighs
processes the raw of their love.
Now the time is right, the moment is calling
and finally, the gate to the promised land
he enters with a welcome
so magical and immeasurable.
Not surrounded by cherubs,
the Nude Maja
shows pubic hair...
She stares,
and makes women ill at ease,
though I cannot speak for men.
There is a faint line of hair
from crotch to navel...
I cannot say I quested this
and most men would not care,
(or would they?)
for chance to see inclusion.
The pillows are nice
and the green coverlet,
but one is drawn to piercing eyes,
and the fact she has nothing to offer
except to show off cheap-style
in Madrid's Museo.
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9/8/2015
Contest - Controversial
Sponsor - Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
6th place win
I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013
Sweet, Sensational, I glide my fingers down her skin,
Barely but softly touching her sweet soaked flesh,
As I feel beneath I gently kiss the firm of her body,
I look at my loved one and think of the pleasures she could endure.
I decide to test the limits of her sensuality but before I do, I think a little fun,
I spread the mint Ice-cream all over her, but before I slowly lick it off,
I watch as the cold feeling make’s her skin harden, I start there.
My tongue runs in smooth circular motions around the cold of her skin,
I slowly kiss and then suck at the half melted cream that is now running,
Down to her forbidden parts, Forbidden to all but me, I take advantage.
My lips now wet from her desire for me to taste her, I dwell on this moment,
Could this be any better? Or course it can, I haven’t finished yet.
I take her to the kitchen an sit her on the side, I look at her and smile,
As I open the fridge and pop the Champaign, I feel the excitement from her body.
I drape her in cold Champaign and rub the sweet liquid into her skin,
I can no longer contain my urges,
I place her to my lips and with untamed anticipation I bite into her,
Her juices gush into my mouth as a feeling of admiration rushes through me.
Then I take mercy on her as I finish her off, I walk back into my living room,
I sit down and look at my loved one, I offer the last sweet strawberry to her.
As she puts it to her mouth… she turns to me and smiles…
Oh yes.. Here we go again…
It is the scent of you, that breathes in me.
It is the music when you laugh
that chants across the apse
between our heartwalls,
signaling desire, tossing off forever
thoughts of penitence and shame.
It is the holiday of you
that sings in me.
My eyes need not fulfill the longing in me;
memory alone creates the picture of black hair
in counterpoint to your brown visage, showing
love that mystics know,
and glowing with an eastern light
from eyes that tell instead of see
and still withhold the quintessential mystery
of you.
So it is that with a rapture
I may part your thighs.
and dream inside a newer form
of dreaming; you present me
with a prototype of lust
to celebrate divine intent.
I may harden, knowing
that the juncture of your power
to seek the world becomes
my universe at home--my refuge
in a cannonade of fury
at relentless flesh turned back.
Yet not forever will it yield,
for in its place your own sweet cavern
makes surrender, victory"
my pounding, cadence to the song
of sacred violence that ages beg.
The voiceless thunder of our kiss
is just an echo to our cries of welcome
to the second death
to rival paradise.
Inside your body I release
the restless children of my love,
bursting into you to claim a prize
they cannot understand, their dying
glorious in fulfillment.
Ride with me, my love,
inside the chariot of sweetness;
madness is our quest
above the fiery wheels--
the moment of the flood
our own eternity!
~
no erotica or sacrilege
Who shall define these terms
and inflict it on all others
condemning to a barren life
Oedipus and his brothers
condescendingly control
what is deemed as holy
while holding up to ridicule
beliefs they hold as folly.
Who will determine what is right
and consequently what is wrong
trapped in their esoteric robes
condemning those in freedom’s thong.
For there are those, who just as you
condemn you for the things you do
in defiance of their laws
extermination of your flaws
and so to set the Druids free
would cut down every freakin’ tree
hide beneath erotic drape
every hint of sex or shape
while giving glory to some belief
passed down from ancient hate
that suffering’s the will of god
and pain the fee for heaven’s gate.
So beware the “hand of god”
in chainmail glove and scented ink
policing how we feel and speak
restricting how we write - and think.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2014
submitted to – No Rules – Poetry Contest
sponsor – rob carmack
No longer may I fight the image
haunting me--hovering over you,
then plunging down, deep inside you,
helpless at an ecstacy that overtakes
my body as you scream assent,
every pore of us releasing love
symbolic of a prayer of thanks;
that man-part of me,
the luscious girlhood in you
confirms, and we are free,
orgasmically complete.
~
The praises of goddesses Juno and Venus have been confirmed
from the traffic causing attraction of your shape
such countenance which can make night overlap the day;
updating the perception of beauty for it to turn inside out
is a true reflection of my unthinkable fortune.
The smooth self seductive line which is in between those fleshy monuments
and the spread of its huge fences to widen its width
wirelessly command hormonal rush to get me executed
through the slaughter of its erotic blasts.
A freak is created, anytime its surrounding squeezable mountains
are well camped by my needy hands and lips.
Such a line, so hypnotizing and domineering
is a channel of sexual irrigation with two lovely inlets,
an upper small protective and a lower large inviting.
I give prreference to the invitation
which has an incredibly wet reception
because that is where my intimacy with you is constantly refined
taking our physical contact to a supernatural satisfaction.