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Click hereSee, I'm not done!
Did our fulfilling dinner
feed this three-course sinner?
All needs sated? Well, only some.
My thirst is quenched, found heaven
in the black hole of your lidded pearl.
I drank from your eyes' charming twirl,
an eyeful of viand every now and then.
Such a fabulous feast of words, unpent
and dished up by your daedal tongue.
But please, hon, don't get me wrong,
I cannot take another compliment.
There's still one more appetite,
a gnawing inveterate hunger.
I can't deny it any longer.
Come and put this right!
lift me
shift me
off the chair
and on the table
~~~
Memories remain where hands have been.
Traveled along to take the short skirt,
left for undoing. Your sort of shirt
faster doffed I've ever seen.
I stashed my tasty treasures
behind these final feathers
secured by passion's tethers
demanding all your measures.
Soon enough, your hand lingers
in the sheath of skin and chemise.
Warm-up turns into more than tease
by the quickest twist of your fingers.
hold me
fold me
rip my straps
and strip me naked
~~~
Help yourself to all my sighs!
On this hot spot,
my honeypot,
don't be shy, and lock your eyes!
All over me, your corybantic breath
tumultuous forecast to my mind
of the most delightful kind.
Consume me, Lil Death!
tease me
squeeze me
till I drip
and drop what stops
~~~
My sweetest fruit I've got to share,
the greatest pleasure for you to fetch.
Wield it now, the sharpest edge,
and come on forth, lay it bare!
eat me
feed me
with your lust
and clean my plate
Poetry and the pics supporting them are awesome combo. 👏👏
Well tried, creative and arousing too 😚
Alongside the amazing wordplay and accompanying images, I love the physical shape of this poem - so much attention has been put into it
poem feel like of some sort of food. maybe English is my second language, that's why.
One of the best pieces of erotic poetry I have read. You are very talented and anyone who can use the word corybantic in this genre gets kudos from me. Well written and truly sensual.