a series of erotic poetry
written summer 2024
the moonlight flickers across your face
and my eyes flitter across the lace
that keeps your torso veiled to me.
the night is young, but our room is dark
except for the periodic sparks
from the candles you've lit so we can see.
my gaze follows the way that your tongue
traces your lips, dry from your lungs'
attempts to keep your breath steady.
there's a pressure in my heart that tells me i'm living.
only you can cause this feeling.
with a tentative movement, you trace your hand
across the line of my thin waistband
as you pull my body closer to you.
my fingers whisper against your chest
as i tenderly let my palms caress
the crevices that make you mew.
got me dripping like a tap, now i'm standing, thinking,
only you can cause this feeling.
my cheeks go crimson when i admit
that just from this little dance we did,
you've made me into such a mess.
and though i think my body conveys
my consent, for the millionth time, you say—
darling, can i kiss you?—yes.
the rapture in your eyes as they rise from my thighs
to my face is exhilarating. honey, never look away again.
the way you bite your lip, trying to keep your composure
as i gently sway my hips, pulls me closer and closer.
your body's gravity gets to me.
with your undivided attention and my body tight with tension,
i trace a hand up my hemline and repeat the tease
we've mastered over thousands of tries—
and we'll do this dance another thousand times.
focus on me, honey, cuz my stomach's feeling funny
just anticipating how you'll make me melt.
i shuck off my shirt. i shiver when you blurt
out a curse at my nudity delivery.
you reach out your hand. it hovers over my thigh
until i meet your eye and you ask me permission
to bring your fantasies to fruition—
can i touch?
i whimper. my body sends rivulets
rolling out from my folds as i say
yes, please.
you turn me to mush with ease
as you shift me to lay on the mattress
and palm my core and give my neck a kiss.
i lean into your touch as you strip my clothing
and my limbs tangle instead in our bedsheets.
trace the lines of my muscles on constant repeat.
bring me under your care 'til i'm soft and replete.
as you hover over me, i feel complete.
seeing you sat on the bed before me,
eyes trained on my hands on my own collarbone
as i slowly slip off my oversized tee,
sends a spark through my spine
before our bodies have even intertwined.
this position of power pulses through me,
yet i know that with a tender touch,
you could utterly unravel me like no one else—
the way you always slide inside so good, so much pleasure
gets me cryin' out to gods i don't even believe in
when you lay me down and give me these feelin's.
we've debated before about who "owns" who,
if you dominate me or if i dominate you,
but right now, it feels you've turned me into a voodoo doll
and nestled me into the pocket of your jeans,
so even if my submissive wiles get you wanting more,
it's pretty clear to me that i'm your whore
(and that's exactly how i want it).
i must've gotten lost in the fantasy,
because you ask me what i'm thinking of, looking up at me
with those pretty, shiny irises that make me think of home.
my voice croaks. you.
a cheeky smirk. what about me?
i scoff. as if you think i'm verbal right now;
you know i'm not.
so instead of answering, i kiss your lips,
and i feel your smile as you grab my hips.
you try to pull away to let me breathe,
but i tug you back—i don't want your reprieve;
i want you to keep going, honey,
'til our bodies interweave.
this is the closest my sober self
will ever get to intoxication,
getting lost in the sensation
of our bedroom vacation.
i've been accused of living life inside my head,
but i'd much rather live my life in your bed.
tongue caresses tongue. curves tremble.
sweat pools in the dip of my navel.
what limited fabric remains is sucked
into the folds of my sumptuous skin.
my legs are thrown open. slide between
my supple thighs and look at how i leak.
peel away the cotton pasted to my core
and feel how my rosy folds ask for more.
see how i pulse—open, close, open, close,
wider, wider—awaiting the pleasure
of Pothos succumbing to Eros.
our fists clench in sangria-coloured satin
as you slowly slip inside.
feel how i open up for you,
how velvety i am as i envelop you.
see the way my passage
embraces your pink.
with an arched back,
i grind back.
skin shakes in rhythm.
see how i melt,
blushing burgundy
as the tension builds.
feel the steady drip
of my saccharine elixir
coating your shaft.
hear my screams
of ecstasy
as you pull my hips closer
and crush your lips
against my clavicle.
feel how i flutter faster
as the bliss builds,
bubbling over in an
eruption of stardust.
match your rapture to mine,
dedicate your offering to me
as you coat my crevices
with eggshell white.
see the flush upon my face as i steady my gasping breaths.
see how flushed i've become from grinding against your base.
see how i quiver as my bare skin reacquaints with the air.
see how the sweat on my chest trails tracks
down my trembling curves, overflowing from the pool of my navel.
slide out from between my supple thighs.
your tongue caresses my tongue.
lips slot together. muscles ripple.
sweat drips down the plane of my temple.
the last remnants of my clothing are pasted
onto the expanse of my back.
your legs are thrown open. don't move, darling—
there's no need. i'll take care of you, believe me.
i slide between your quivering quads
and see how you seep through the soft cotton
clinging to your core. this part of you pulses with
anticipation, parting like rose petals reaching maturity
as my breath puffs over the wet patch i find here.
i am wrapped around the fingers you've clenched
in satin only half as slippery as your walls.
buried in your depths, the world reduces to this:
to the way you feel as you clench down on me
when i run a soothing hand over your side,
our pink lips barely a hair's breadth apart
as we share a heaving sigh of air.
with an arched back,
you grind back.
your body shakes
to the rhythm that
my hips hit yours.
your mind melts;
your limbs go languid.
i nip at your neck;
your core coats me
in its honey-sweet
solution as you
scream in satisfaction.
you get slicker and
slicker as you
reach the point
of rapture in a
surge of stardust.
i can't help but
equalise my
ecstasy to yours,
to compensate
for your climax
by expelling into
you the proof
of my pleasure
in the form of
viscous alabaster.
ascending to heaven couldn't be better
than seeing your face flushed fuchsia and
hearing you steady your gasping breaths
in this moment. your bliss is blatant in
the way you quake as your consciousness reawakes
to the feeling of me slipping back out of you
so i can lay down beside you and pull you into my arms.
i trail my finger through the droplets of sweat
escaping the dips of your torso.
draping your thigh over one of mine,
your slot your lips back between mine.