Psychic Encounter

Certain times of the year
I feel more perceptive than usual.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking,
but yesterday I found myself
unable to stop seeing us
in my mind.

An out-of-body,
voyeuristic scenario
plays out in front of me:

We find ourselves
in a small space
me in your arms,
back against the wall
you breathlessly anticipating
our first kiss....
and then...

you kiss me.

Deep and full of meaning.
A long awaited and anticipated moment.
Hands grasp and wander my torso,
gently coaxing, almost massaging
trying to bring me closer to you
as if to make us one.

I paw a hand up the back of your shirt,
feeling your soft, warm skin on my hands.
I have a thing for strong backs
and yours is a particular weakness of mine.
I wrap one leg around you,
pulling you in.

Our hearts heaving with excitement.

You pause for a moment
and stare down into my eyes.
Honesty finally breaks free.
"I've waited so long for this."

You, who I thought felt nothing for me
and yet, occasionally sensed your torment,
finally confess to a long awaited kiss such as this.

This is all I see;
A heated and passionate make-out session;
enough to quell our fiery desire......maybe.

But I know all too well,
it would never stop there.

No, I would insist on more....
my passion whirling out of control;
I would find a way to bury you deep inside of me
right then and there.
Finally bringing this desire we've been fighting
for the past three years to to the boiling point
and let it all spill over
in a much needed release.

Arcing Desire

I saw it, you know.

Damn.  If looks could fuck........

That gaze that betrays what you try to hide from me.
That look so impregnated with lust,
powerful enough to make we want to open myself to you.
Throw you up against a wall and kiss your mouth, rake my nails down your back;
Tease you, please you, then ride you hard until you come.

I love you and I hate you
I want you and you repulse me
Such extremes in how I feel for you
only make for the hottest torment.

That's fine, that you distract yourself with safe conversation
in the company of others, but your gaze wanders to me and I feel its heat.

When our eyes meet,
the electricity arcs between us.
Others in our company can not deny they sense it.

Still, we pretend we didn't both feel it.

You with your moral boundaries
and me with marital obligations.
Both of us unable to satiate this primal desire.
What are we to do?

Missing You

Platonic friends we are,
knowing there is a line that should not be crossed.
But I can not get it out of my head
the way you touched me.
So attentive to what I needed....
even though it was a massage between friends.
Your hands spoke volumes that your mouth would not.
How I crave your touch now.

Do you even know what you have done to me?

I have lost myself
in the idea of us.
The heat we might create
if only you would give me reason to pursue this lust.

To feel your hands upon me.
To have you make my heart race
as we work each other into a frenzy of sensual passion
each turning the other out as a feral creature
intent on consuming each other.

I will see you again in a week's time.
and I wonder if you think of me
in the spaces between our encounters,
if you crave my touch the way I crave yours,
if you miss me the way I miss you?

Or am I just your friend,
your teacher,
your student;
repulsive to you
by virtue
of the baggage I carry?

What You Do To Me

I step into your sanctuary for the first time

Alone, just the two of us.

I pick up on your true essence.

A sweet, innocent and playful soul;

Young in so many ways

And oh, so open to what I can show you.

We teach each other

In a constant play and sharing of ideas.

We barter talent for talent

And pleasure for pleasure

My hands upon you

I touch you tenderly

Offering up all the love I can muster,

Healing whatever wounds you may harbor in your soul.

My heart races,

My mind swirls

Unrealistic scenarios playing out in my head.

I wonder,

In your vulnerable state,

Would you stop me if I made a move?

If I kissed you just once?

If dared to cross that line?

Are you hoping that I will?

I pull myself back

Remembering the tumultuous start of our friendship.

How I loved you one day

And loathed you the next.

I stare down at your peaceful face,

Place a hand at your crown

And one over your heart,

Praying you allow me to channel the love I feel for you now.

We trade off

You know what needs attention without my telling you

You know my body and how to touch me to ease my pain

But this time is different.

I lay upon your bed

Scented oil permeates the air

And for the first time, you give me more than prescribed.

You work your magic and massage the hurts away.

Strong hands glide over my muscles and skin

With a power, skill and strength in your touch

That shows me an intimate glimpse of a man attentive to a woman's needs.

I find myself wishing for you to be inappropriate.

To accidentally ignite me to see what happens.

Please give me a reason to unleash a wildness upon you.

Spring Fever

One of my first ever Erotic Poems....so good had to republish it since it is a poignant piece in my life right now.

I’m moist as a flower,
Wet with dew
Consume my sweet petals
Plunge your tongue deep
And taste my nectar

Feel my body rise and tense
with each flick of your tongue
Awaken my lust

Let me take you deep
Inside of me
Grabbing hold and letting go
Feeling you consume my very core

I want to melt into you,
Become you,
Feel you,

I’m yours for the asking

……ask me.

The Dream I Had This Morning

This is a deviation from the norm, but I'm sure some hot poetry will be spawned from this.  Keep in mind, it's literally a dream I had, so some things may not make sense.

Setting:

Myself and a male friend hanging out watching TV in my bedroom of my parent’s house.   Late at night.

The Dream:

You fell asleep at the end of my bed.  I go get changed into my PJ’s….loose fitting Vineyard Vines and a wide neck, green Henley T-shirt; tight fitting....no bra.

You spy me come back to the bed and I crawl under the covers.  You then suddenly get up and situate yourself on the floor with pillows, continuing to watch TV.  I get up and get you a blanket, assuming you will simply crash and stay the night, respectfully sleeping on the floor.

Unexpectedly, my parent’s cats enter the room and my sister sits up in her bed and frantically tells me to get them out of the room because she is so allergic.  We leave the room with the cats and walk down the hallway.  I’m surveying the work my mother has just done to the house, but noting that the place looks just like their old house in terms of colors.

I turn away from you to walk away and suddenly feel your hand around my waist and you pull me against you.  You whisper a confession in my ear, “I want you.  I’ve wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you.  Your words, the way you move.  I can’t help it,”.   You graze a nuzzle at my neck, inhaling my scent and I feel your warm breath on my skin sending tingles through my body.

You are my physical therapist, my student and my friend.  Tall, dark and handsome, just my type, yet awkward around me.   How do I respond to such an admission when I thought I was the last person you would allow yourself to be attracted to?

 “Okay?” was all I could manage with a shy smile as I turned around to look you in the eye; your gaze fixed intently on mine, seeking permission in my eyes.  You bend your head down to kiss me and I timidly raised my lips to meet yours.  A kiss that began hesitant quickly became impassioned and I found myself overcome with lust for this man, this friend who I’d never entertained as a lover.

Our kiss is momentarily interrupted by my older brother entering the hallway from his room, walking away from us to go downstairs.  He doesn’t see us.  My chin and my lips are burning.

“You’re going to need to keep a close shave if you want to kiss me.”  Re-enter the comfortable snarky remarks that friends throw around at each other, sparring for the upper hand.

 You sigh in exasperation, “Really? “ as if considering having to shave twice a day.

“Yep. “

Being the flirty tease that I am, I shoot you a look that can only mean I’m up to no good and I slink away from you down the hall.  Hungry for more, you follow me to a shadowy corner where your kisses endeavor to consume me while your hands wander along my curves that you already know so well from therapy, but hadn’t yet indulged in.  As you’re kissing my neck and sending shock-wave after shock-wave of desire through my body, I decide to finally satisfy my curiosity about something I’ve always wanted to ask.

Breathlessly and in a playful voice, “…and to think, I thought this whole time you were a virgin because you have been so measured in your behavior with me.  You've never even flirted with me.  I figured you just didn't know how to speak that language yet.”

You pull away and look at me with a mix of disbelief and a wicked lust in your eyes, shake your head slowly, “Mm. Mm. I am noooo virgin.” 

As if to make it your mission to prove it to me, you kiss me sensually, nibbling, using your teeth with restraint along my neck, teasing me into frenzy.  Then with your body pressed up against mine, I feel your erection through your pants, begging for entry.  I respond in kind by meeting your body with mine.  Both of us grinding against each other, reveling in the intensity of the tease, teetering on the edge of giving in and maintaining control.

I feel myself growing moist and I softly moan with pleasure.  I press myself against you and you suck your breath only to unleash a greater passion as you clutch and grasp at my body.  Tongues, lips and hands venturing over the body landscape, seeking to find the hot spots so we can know each other better.

Visceral

It's like they can smell it.

As I go about my day,
enflamed with primal desire
I feel the eyes of strangers
upon me.

I walked past
and their gaze follows.
My pheromones exuding lust,
men become bold.

Never mind the ring upon my finger.
Something more visceral is at work here.

Stirring Within

The angle of the sun,

The milder days,

The sprouting of plants;

early as it may be

signaling the beginning of spring,

has set off a visceral reaction within me.

My senses are alive.
A familiar tingling that rushes from the crown of my head
to the tips of my toes;
igniting a powerful shift
in my entire being.

Breath shallow,
Pulse quickened,
Anticipation building.
I am excited & overcome with sensual desire.
Like a peacock, I show for all to see.

My sights set,
I hope you take notice.
Allow me to tempt you and feed my lustful curiosities.
I dare you to take on my hungry spirit.

Will you be my muse?

My Treasure

Lust awakened once again.
Re-enter a conquest
from six years past.

My skin recalling
his touch.
A primal throb
deep within me
thrusting me back into his arms.

His mouth upon me
adept in his skill,
rapidly overcome by wave after wave,
I lose myself, head fuzzy, body twitching,
basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

My body still wet and wanting,
he enters and fills me.
Each thrust reawakening my desires
for this.....raw passion.

Intense pleasures
experienced with no other,
given to me repeatedly
with no expectation of reciprocation.

Such a treasure I have found in a man.
His goal is to please me;
to indulge me in the pleasures of the flesh,
no strings attached.

My body begs for more
when we are apart.
Addicted to the high he gives me,
I go into withdrawal,
pacifying myself
until next we meet.

Anticipation

Maybe it's just
the natural rhythms
of my body
that induce this wanting.

I find myself
with thoughts straying
to you, your lips,
your hands, that gaze.

My breath shallows,
my pulse quickens,
my body readies for you.

Torture.

I find myself
deep in fantasy;
my own hands
wandering as if they were yours.

Not enough.
My body craves you.

Kissing You

I know I shouldn't,
but I can't resist.

A joy wells up
within me
when I look at you.

You share in my childlike joy,
you share in my frenzied excitement,
you cheer me on
and I love you for that.

But a lust still resides within us.
I need to have my body pressed against yours,
to feel your hands wander as we embrace.
I find I can never get close enough.

The longer we embrace,
the harder it is to pull away;
and the easier it becomes
to let my lips linger at your neck;
and at the soft lobe of your ear,
softly grazing your skin,
becoming intoxicated as I breathe in your essence.

I have one toe over the line,
the rest of my body daring to cross over,
to let you have me as I want you to.

Alas, I reluctantly pull away just enough
that I may plant kisses upon your cheek,
your forehead, your nose and lastly
upon your soft lips.

I catch my breath and rapidly retreat,
both of us grateful to have escaped
each other's clutches once more.

Simmer

Friends.
That is what we have become,
what we must be,
sharing in each other's company
if only once a week.....

to move and sweat
and breathe;
twisting and stretching,
both of us connecting
to something deeper within us.

Feeling an electricity
when our slippery skin accidentally collides;
our sweat like lighter fluid
ready to ignite
within the small confines
of this spiritual sanctuary.

We dine
We talk
We laugh

It's become our dance.
Careful not to gaze too long
or smile too wickedly;
each of us feeling the residual heat
from a passion that once threatened
to spin out of control.

The space between our encounters
dulling my desire
for a momentary tryst,
until I find myself
in your strong embrace once more.

We flirt at the edge of right and wrong
A heat that is still present
when I look at you
and see the longing in your eyes.

A simmering between us;
a deep desire for one kiss.
To taste each other once again.
The one kiss that would bring this simmer
back to a rolling boil;
spilling over in an unrelenting passion.

I reluctantly pull myself away from the edge;
away from the lustful flames that entice my senses;
making my heart race with excited anticipation.
I retreat back to the life I have chosen,
relieved that I can still call you "friend".

The Edge

You, not far from my mind
Fantasizing of your lips on mine
Our bodies intertwined.

Heat building
Breathless with anticipation
Finding myself at the edge of orgasm

Your smile.
The way you bite your lip.
That look in your eyes when you catch my own.

Blushing

I know you want me
You say I’m not your type
But I know better....you were just back pedaling
With that remark.

The sexual tension is thick
When I’m in your presence
You want me to touch you.....and I do......gladly.

Our breath in sync
As I take you deeper
Pose after pose

Hopefully opening you
To the possibility
Of us.

Soulful Lovemaking

Lust has once again
Walked through my door.
An eerie likeness
Of a past lover
Stands before me
Eager to learn what I have to teach.

His smile, mischievous and wanting
His eyes, playful and full of desire
Daring me to fix my gaze on his.
I blush and look away.

His body is hard and strong
And I take every opportunity I can
To have my hands upon his perfect form,
Making adjustments in his practice,
Deepening his poses
Bringing him to that
Same ecstasy I feel in my own practice.

That same ecstasy that
Keeps me wanting more.
Makes me hot with desire
To make love to my soul
Every day of my life
On and off my mat.

I want him to know that feeling.
I want him to understand that passion.
I want him to feel that desire.
I want him to experience that ecstasy alongside me.
Knowing that I was the one
Who helped bring him to that place
In his body,
In his mind,
In his soul.

Our bodies hot and sweaty,
One person’s breath matching the other
Within the same confined space
Culminating in a breathless afterglow.

It’s sex for the soul,
Mental masturbation,
A sensual seduction
That keeps the heart coming back for more.

Spell

Tormented by rapture for days on end
mind spinning in unrealistic circles.
Torn between right and wrong
there was only one true choice.

Mercifully, the spell is broken.

Afterthoughts

Perhaps it was your playful spirit
that caught my attention.
The hope of finding a friend
outside of my gilded cage
that I could confide in and be myself with.

Playfullness led to flirting
Flirting led to honesty
Honesty led to desire

We crossed no lines
We committed no sins
But a part of me knows better
My heart strayed

My mind thought of nothing else but you
The passions we might share
My heart would leap every time
I caught your way of looking at me;
like admiring a fine work of art.

What might I do should I see you again?
Be overcome with rapture?
Smother you with kisses?
Could I control myself?

.....I don't think I'd want to.

Truth Be Told

I want you
though I try to hide it
my eyes speak volumes when they meet yours

Pour me a glass of my truth serum
and watch it do its magic
as I reveal my secret thoughts about you

The wanting and the raw desire
to explore your body
clawing and biting my way to new heights of frenzied passion

An untamed animal threatens to break from its leash
best not to be caught alone while it's on the prowl
For this tiger stalks, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

I imagine our first kiss
impregnanted with hesitation and ripe with lust and desire.
Once the seal is broken, a wave of passion would sweep over us
hurdling us into euphoric ecstacy.

Truth be told,
my fantasies may be better than real life
Perhaps I'll never know for sure;
and I'll be left wanting forever more.

Animal On the Loose

How can it be that in less than a month
I have been seduced by you?
You have me swooning and reeling
I never even thought you were that appealing

It must be that childlike aire about you
mixed with your sexy confidence
that makes me want to corner you
and teach you a thing or two

You have brought out my inner animal
and she is threatening to break the leash!
Vows be damned, you have awakened me!

For Just One Night

If I could have you
for just one night,
I would temp and tease
and bring you to your knees.

Lips lock, tongues entwine, hands astray
tension mounting; now let's play!
Beautiful bodies begging and burning
ready to satisfy our passionate yearning.

Hearts are pounding, flesh is sliding
slip inside of me, deeply riding.
Pleasure mounting, shallow breathing,
fuck me harder, lust is seething.

Oh right there;
take me higher
Make me come
my need is dire

Harder now,
I feel you grow
and all at once,
we both let go.

Poem on a Dare

Preface: dared by a male friend to compose an erotic poem on a whim using his name.


With eyes so dark that do implore
That I surrender to thee, Salvatore.

A charming wit and a gentle smile
Keep my attention for the while.

Eyes lock, lips lick, shallow breathing
Just one touch, lust is seething

Ravenous animals seeking release
Hearts aflame will not cease.

Fill me up, let’s explore,
I am yours, Salvatore!