Poetry – (armedwithcoffee)

Batteries (an erotic short)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA January 16, 2021

I use a battery operated device in your absence. I wasn’t too fancy whilst naming my favorite toy; simply, Dick. My globally conscious mind insists upon a rechargeable upgrade. Why should the planet be made to suffer my endless parade of batteries, all in the name of masturbation? But Dick reminds me of you: strong,…

thrusts (an erotic poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA January 9, 2021

Poetryerotic poetry, thrusts7 Comments

*material contains mature (sexual) content* swollen, wet ridgesclench down, tighten around your cockthrusts obliterate me, yet I remain determinednot an inch of you will escapeuntil I’m satisfiedonly then I will relinquishyour precious, pulsing member Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com [I’ve been tinkering with a few pieces over my break and decided to drop a few before coming…

purple (an erotic short)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA January 5, 2021

Poetryerotic, purple10 Comments

Crumpled sheets. Somewhere a midst that twisted chaos is my purple negligee. You had run your hands down the fabric, pressing the clothing in and around my hips long enough to define the outline of my sex. Like that negligee your hands are smooth, fluid; coaxing it, coaxing me. The flimsy thing all but melted…

nipples (an erotic short)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA January 4, 2021January 4, 2021

Poetryerotic, nipples29 Comments

My nipples tighten and swell. Darling I beg you, relieve the pressure. Gently pull a peak through parted lips and work my flesh. Then the other. And back again. So on. I choke on my own gasps, taken aback by the simple, rippling pleasures. Panties intact and chaffing. My clit throbs in disbelief and envy…

tick (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA December 6, 2020

Poetrypoem, tick2 Comments

a tick in the back of my brainwhy did things turn out this wayi don’t know, sometimes they just dosometimes it’s just not up to me, to you the wonder of it all resumes Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

Prism (a haiku)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 24, 2020December 8, 2020

Poetryhaiku, poem, prism11 Comments

focus or distortprism, memories of truthsor colorful lies Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

To The Rhythm (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 7, 2020December 2, 2020

Poetrypoem, Poetry, the the rhythm3 Comments

To the rhythmHeart’s secret soundHips undulate Above the groundAs I sway, lightLiving the profoundThe momentIn me, all around Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee