erotica-poetry
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A soft kiss A tender touch, The magical feel We need so much, A guided hand That tingles skin, Forever teasing And always tempting, And breath hightens Followed by moans, Feeling our body owned Then as bodies arch, Quiver then shake Writhing in climax Leaving sweat in its wake, We cry and beg for more,…
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Secret story Secret life, He loves her With such delight, She loves him And shows respect, She never shows him Any kind of neglect, But she has needs He cannot meet But only between the sheets, So she has relationships But not in secret, He knows what she goes out and does But it does…
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The essence of the being And the creative feeling, The touch causes sparks Between bodies in the dark, The pleasure and the ecstasy That washes over caressingly, The moment when our vibrations Sync and all start to align, As we reach a mutual climax As our bodies move and thrust in time, Oh, what joy…
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I heard the bed knocking against the wall I heard the softest of moans like a subtle call, For more of what she was getting And what she was getting was so good, It sounds so enjoyable, I can just picture her look She wants more of this, than cannot be mistook, And I feel…
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She cannot be mastered She is so hard to satisfy, So she engages in freedom And flies off into the sky, She looks for the passion That she desperately wants, To satiate her deepest needs And she doesn’t see that as wrong, And she never tries to hide In facter her husband knows, The journey…
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It was amazing the look of pleasure on her face The way she arched her back with real grace, To see her hips thrusting back Seeing her hands grabbing tightly in the sheets, And how she gasped moaned and ravenously kissed As her body shook hard at the fulfilling of her wish, And hearing her…
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She melts me when I see her look so stunning Looking amazing he knows what is coming, When she soars freely I know she’s desired, And when feeling the need for her erotic side is fired And intimacy and erotic cravings are inspired, And I imagine her writhing, moaning and her voice crying, Demanding more…
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I like the sighs The passionate cries, Looking each other Straight in the eyes, In your warm arms Between you thighs, Both deep into the moment Existing in this erotic high, My, oh my!
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Your inner being will couse with the power of the climax that will shudder through your inner most secretly places after my conscious touch slides deep within you.
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She enjoyed rendezvous with other men Going on dates and making love with them, It was something that her husband could not do Which is not something either decided to choose, But his health and his libido had faltered Leaving her needs unmet and so feeling tortured, And he recognised this and suggested this life…
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