Posts Tagged ‘Erotic Poems’


 

THINKING ABOUT FUCKING

Naturally, for decades, I’ve thought more about

fucking than actually fucking;

and over the decades the gap between

thinking and fucking

has grown but the thought of fucking

hasn’t slowed any but the acting on the

thought and making it real has slowed,

although the thoughts burn fiercely as ever

and the spirit surges violently and the touch,

the sensation, the visual

the audio pleasures are all very much alive

and the obsessive

mysterious desires continues

but the energy and physical lust

has slowed

like a ticking clock-hand

getting ready

for a forever

midnight.

 

 

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HEARING HER

She mistook me for

Van Gogh and told

me

I was the only man

she enjoyed having

sex with at work

and

the reason she never

called me was her

phone was lost

it was lucky I came

back

or she would have

never seen me

again

and she would like

to see me again

next weekend would

be good

she said

that would be unreal

I said

and left the brothel

with both ears still

intact.


Poet Ali Znaidi

The Last Sentences of an Unfinished Erotic Novel
 
There was the vibe of the skin.
There were the vibrations of the body,
and above all, the countless bee stings on her tattooed navel.

Wrong Name

 

Making out

in

the limo

Can’t see

through the

tinted glass

 

he

loved her

&

called her

by

the

wrong name

 

Sexy voice

even

saying

his name

by

mistake

 

 


A Comfortable Silence

 

Your sour face

matches the taste

of your vagina

The only difference is

the vagina doesn’t speak

I’ll gladly take this orifice

over the other

 

Words can be sharp

Penetrating

like my sexual organ

I’ll slip it in

to mitigate this suffering

Now all I need from you

is silence

If I had two dicks

This would be  so rewarding

 

The day you learn

to shut the fuck up

Is the day I’ll order pizza

We’ll celebrate

Have a little party

Until that day comes

Please

let me cum in peace

In the meantime

pass me another Xanax

 

“Yearning For This Moment”

 

Prancing around

in the sunshine

10 out of 10

Big bouncing

C cups

An ass

tighter than a noose

 

Her body

could cure

a hangover

Make you cum

with the quickness

In the gloom

of the rain

Nothing but charm

in tune with nature

 

Naturally I long

to feel

her warm

embrace

It’s like

a provocative sitcom

Living it out

Anticipating the end

When a new beginning

will blossom

The cum will flow again