thrusts (an erotic poem)

*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…

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Shibari (an erotic poem)

shibari: the act of tying, binding or weaving a human subject. Shibari is artistic in nature (specifically, live art) although may be used as a form of BDSM or kink practice. Shibari does not assume the meaning of sexual bondage outside of BDSM circles. featured image by Iza Viola Photography: Shibari Art, Sacred Feminine Free from the…

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Over Coffee (an erotic poem)

I wrote this some time ago and as is often the case with me, I do not reveal my work until it feels right – if ever. I came across Over Coffee while cleaning out old notes. I see I labeled my initial estimation of the poem as too silly. Reading it now I think,…

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I, Your First Girl (an erotic poem)

featured image: Two Women 2 by Steve K you arched your back so high it cracked you weren’t expecting that to grip my head between pale thighs your vocals beyond soft sighs guttural, primal, like you could die 21 then, i made the first move ocean eyes imploring naturally i obliged my thumb along your…

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Shift (an erotic poem)

This one started out serious and ended up as being fun, taken by a moment. As always, thoughts are welcome. His approach provokes thoughts Movement, breathtaking in it’s own right [decided, intended, forward] He flips the attention onto me Distracting me from admiring his prowess I love the way you move I think you’ll go…

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Cascades (an erotic poem)

As always, thoughts are welcome. Good call, G. Hair is highly visual. blonde cascades spill over you what the softest of strands fail to cover my mouth will provide whispers of locks caressing skin falling haphazardly across the elongated form that is you lips enough hair to spill ’round both our heads blocking the light…

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Mouth (an erotic poem)

This one is a bit twisty. My appreciation of “tasking” wouldn’t stop as I was developing this piece. I respect the process; how I see it is how I see it. Decidedly free verse poetry. I’ve paid homage to a powerful encounter with “The Kiss” but I never really addressed the importance of that first…

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