Erotic Poetry by Angeleque
My other form of creative expression is through the art form we know as poetry. Poems express so much for me that even a 30 or 400 page book can not. They are unique and take almost as much time to plan and complete, to perfect. But some are random thoughts, free form, free flowing verses.
This is new to me
How you affect me,
The way my body responds –
To a simple caress of your lips.
Quivers and quakes from the touch of your tongue into the sweet –
soft and wet playground of lust. Taste my nectar as I crest on waves
Sending virgin responses to experienced hands
Clouds of desire surround me
Mind
Body
Soul
And
I climb higher and you amaze me
Making me feel newly loved and expertly sexed
Feel like a first touch of a lover’s hand
Apprehensive, shy and wanting
The next time we explore each other and
Explode with heated results, sweat dripping down
Breathing heavy, panting for more is too far away
Deeply physical / Intensely emotional = Richly satisfying…SEX
Bodies in motion together to produce a desired result of
Extreme passion and consummated heaven when you take me – Home.
Sweat and souls merge, mating….
Melting onto Rapture’s plane.
It shouldn’t be like this.
Newly learning adapt techniques to please my body from you.
Fit like a glove, snug and sensual. Pleasure-filled.
My experiences, my knowledge & my insecurities show.
Experienced in bodily, sensual pleasures.
I wait for a kiss. Waiting, for the next time
for you to be mine and me yours.
I wonder if we’d met sooner,
When we were younger, less jaded
Would the love we make be just as good?
STILL
I want you.
After all this time,
After all these years
I want you - still.
Do you know the affect you have on me?
How my body responds to the memories?
The thought of you increases the heat,
The remembrance of your touch makes me moist
Slipping into the past via a dream makes me cream.
And I want you. Want you to want me.
I have tried other lovers, they pale in comparison.
No other man can make me cry in pleasure, bringing
Tears of joy on release and leave me yearning for more – Insatiably yours.
I see you and I smile inadvertently.
I have it bad. And the worst thing of all, you are no longer mine to want.
I want to scream.
In exctasy and passion.
Scream your name with desire as I ride you towards….
But you aren’t mine. And I want to scream,
“You belong to me!” - But only my heart hears.
My heart and my soul. So I touch myself thinking of you.
Hoping you’ll come back to me fully instead of in my imagination.
Dear Lover,
Still I miss you. I need you still. I want you. — STILL
Tease Me
Oh, how I love the ways you tease me…
Images of melted chocolate drizzled over me
As soft hands massage my inner thighs,
Your tongue licking a path downward towards
my pussy as it grows wetter with each word
spoken. And your voice, so rich and deep
exquisitely stokes me higher, taking me further
into desire and makes me tell you the naughty fantasies
I have in my head.
Things you will do to me as I ride your hand
Hard and wet, head thrown back, calling your name
As I crest and float on the electric orgasmic wave
Of round one of our love play… fore play
Round two begins with a kiss,
Soft and sweet on my ankle
Then to the back of my knee
Bypassing the center to kiss around my navel
Pinching and sucking my nipples
Not touching me with your hands…
Only your lips will do for this round –
No matter how I beg for your skillful touch.
Oh, how I love the ways you please me…
Then, you touch me.
A light flick of my nipple,
A finger, licked and wet,
Trailing down to my center
Stopping at my clit, where you blow softly,
The warm air of your breath sending tingles up my spine.
Inserting one then two fingers, testing my heat,
Feeling my wetness, before you enter me…
Fingers teasing, taunting before withdrawing…
Licking, tasting before stopping…
All leading up to the final round of pleasure.
Round four - the final round before the cool down
Legs spread wide, watching me, eyeing my body
Your gaze sweeping over my flushed body
Before flipping me over, entering…
Your hands at my waist, holding me,
Pulling me backward onto you,
Harder, faster, lifting me up,
Arching backwards, straightening until
my head rests in the curve of your neck,
nestled with your kisses, stroking my clit as
you pound me from behind,
voices calling, mingling in ecstasy.
