Saline beads caress her breasts
And trickle down her thighs
Radiant droplets, shimmer on brows
Passion sparkles in her eyes
She rocks upon my ridged throne
My staff held warm and deep
And in her moans of raptured bliss
I feel our pleasure steep
Silver dew streams thru valleys
Running where our bodies meet
Moist slapping sounds serenade
As we strive to feel complete
Tongues engage in fevered dances
As she robustly conquers me
Sliding on my stalwart sword
Riding me — to ecstasy
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
I hope this is what you were looking for... Happy Birthday.
Written July 27th, 2002
In a list
A contest entry
- For my birthday, I want an erotic poem. There are many ways to arouse, but I want some prose with it by Ulfhere.
80 points, ended July 29, 2002, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Exceedingly Good !
Geepers Peepers, there are no sleepers
Reading this poetic rhyme!
Poems like this for me are keepers.
They make me feel sublime.
Interesting that this you wrote
From the male perspective!
Understanding what you spoke
About the male connective!
You are now in the list
Of favorite poets of mine.
Cause you know the male man's bliss
And you write in rhyme! -
"As we strive to feel complete "
and thats what we al search for in our moder day romances. Its no long about security of land title or money but about feeling complete. If only some of thes premiscuious teens would figure it out, thjat u cant rind completeion in just anyone. To many problems are erupting out of there feelings of being uncomplete if u catch my drift. -
Loving it.
~zigga-mujan~ -
It was definately what I was looking for. Thank you.
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