To look at you is to taste the nectar of your soul
I have the power over you to make that happen.
You hear the whisper come to me deep in your soul
and I promise a sensation in your inner thigh
as you begin to surrender yourself to me.
There is no wine like tender skin of a beautiful woman
when you want her with every cell of deep desire
to the point you are fantasizing the taste of her blood.
Her lambent eyes full of promise as she moves closer
helpless in the trance of my desire.
Coming together the contour of my body
comes into her and she knows my desire.
Her lips touch mine and I taste her tongue.
Willingly she bears her pulsing vein
and I bite into her neck with orgiastic pleasure.
Now she will join me for nights of bloody passion
inside of her thighs our hellish heaven will
climb to the stars of climax and we will be one
in the kingdom if night forever more.
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A contest entry
- Dark Erotic... by azlyn.
479 points, ended June 1, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very erotic and sensual... you draw a picture of lust and blood need, entertwining the two until they are one... Well done.
Ken
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So deliciously dark and full of desire...
A pleasure to read
~sugar~
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That is darkly lucious...chillingly delicious! Speaks of a deep need that must be satisfied. You certainly know how to pen pure desire...thank you so much. I really loved this.
Az
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