Poetry Mondays- I miss you more

I miss you more today than yesterday

More than last week

More than last year

I miss the way you looked at me

Your kiss

Your smile

Your caress

I miss knowing you’ll be home by nine

On the other side of the bed until dawn

I miss kissing you goodbye in the morning

Kissing you goodnight in the evening

I miss the way you knew exactly where to do you know what

I miss being happy

Most of all,

I miss you!

Poetry Mondays- No Three Words

My soft hands on his rock hard body
Eyes locked
Candles burning
Soft music playing
Control lost to the feeling between my legs
Raspy voice whispering my name as he releases
His weight on me after I’ve released two three times
Falling asleep joined with him
Linked like a lock
Fit perfect like a glove
Waking up to him biting my jaw
Licking my lips to capture his kiss
I never could get enough of him
His smell
His smile
Everything he did was for my pleasure
But I turned him away as soon as he said those three words
I still have our memories

courtesy of http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/55802-no-three-words/

by Sherlock_Gigi (Gg78)

Poetry Mondays- The Oral Caress

The Oral Caress

by Robert W. Birch

Copyright 2001


Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you.

Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue.

Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response.

My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now… Concentrating… bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches.

You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out… and in your satisfaction, I will find mine, But mine will be the greater.

Poetry Mondays- I miss that

I miss making love to him
his lips touching mine
hands moving across my body
how he licked and kissed me until I shivered and begged for more
how he teased me into an orgasmic madness
After his manhood entered me
and slowly filled all my senses

There was always something so surreal about when we finally got to the point of penetration
The eye contact made for
mind contact as the passion
mounted its paramount
It was explosive

I miss that, but not him

Written by Gigi1978 (Gg78)

courtesy of http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/52020-i-miss-that/


Poetry Mondays- Ecstasy


Lips soft

Nipples hard

Neck grabbed

As you forcefully kiss my mouth

Our tongues dance in unison

My center moistens in anticipation

Your lips travel south


And lower

Until you reach my hot spot

My goodness

My honey pot

You nibble





As my body squirms

And churns


One finger, then two

I feel you

Stimulating my g-spot

As you tickle that soft spot

I’m climbing the wall

I’m so close

Close to that sweet release

That I haven’t had in weeks

My breath quickens as you rapidly fuck my


I’m on the edge

I just beg you to enter

Please take me to ecstasy

Poetry Mondays- Masquerade


I saw you

In the mask

The sexiest brown eyes

They captivated me

I was entranced

Wanting and waiting

For you to speak

As I observed you from the other side of the club

I imagined your lips on my lips

As I stared in your eyes that told a story

A story of love lost

Love found

And a burning desire

I felt your touch



I waited for you to enter me slowly

At first

Then with a quicker pace

And rough

I’m climbing the wall


I hear you say “Excuse me miss. I couldn’t help notice you from across the room.”


It was all a dream. A dream I couldn’t wait to reenact in real life.

Poetry Mondays- Dessert


by, Kit O’Connell

I stroke the curve
of sleeping thigh
the wet
sounds from
skin on skin

I had
but a taste
before my need
to thrust
overcame my tongue;

I want to
turn you over
and feast

but having tasted
I shall leave the rest
for the other
soon to arrive

I will let him suck on
the pleasures of
your parted lips

and instead
savor thoughts
of banquets to come.

courtesy of http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Poetry/1535/Dessert.aspx

Poetry Mondays- Bottle it Up

Bottle it up

Five years is a while
to stay just friends.
But I’m afraid to speak up.
The thought trembles my hands,
of what you will say. What will you think?
My heart isn’t as resilient, it’s weak.
So I can’t take the rejection,
or the loss of your affection.
Because I have an addiction,
for your attention.
These feelings hurt a whole damn lot.
But it’s only stew in a boiling pot.
I will start to shake; I’ll get too hot,
and spill the beans, like as not,
of how I feel about you and me.
And if it’s just lust, then let it be,
I can’t control my hormones you see.
But if it’s love, and I pray it’s not
then for your sake- no, ours-
I’ll keep it bottled up to rot.


Courtesy of http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/45302-bottle-it-up/

by, Deonte Jordan

Poetry Mondays- The Taste of Us

The Taste of Us

Warm breath grazing
Swollen pink lips
Opened flower petals
Dripping luscious nectar
Tongue tip exploring
Stirring inner fires
Body trembling wildly
Sweet juices flowing
Thirst drinking deeply
The taste of you

Softly teeth brushing
Twitching crimson shaft
Rock hard sculpture
Chiseled from desire
Silken lips accepting
Coaxing forth eruption
Hips thrusting quickly
Thick essence exploding
Throat swallowing greedily
The taste of me

Bodies together facing
Senses open expanding
Nerves alive burning
Feather touches tingling
Mouths meeting crushing
Tongues twisting mingling
Salty sweet sharing
The taste of you
The taste of me
The taste of us

Courtesy of literotica.com

by, Havocman

Poetry Mondays- Ride


I’ve never been one

for motion sickness

I can go with the flow

you’re about to be my witness

You better enter with caution

it’ll be on and popping

Cause once we get started

boy there’s no stopping

We’re taking a ride

with no reservations

And it will only stop

once we’ve reached our destination

This ride will rock

and will definitely roll

It’ll also dip

as I steer this pole

And guide this thing

in the right direction

Proceeding with caution

can’t forget the protection

I’ll make you rise

to this thrilling occasion

Fully charged and hard

giving me a standing ovation

As your adrenalin builds

and your heart beats fast

Your desire will be fulfilled

making you palm on my ass

Cause this ride was invigorating

you can’t wait to cum again

But don’t sweat it baby

it’s definitely not the end

We have all access passes

no lines to wait in

It’s just a matter of time

before the next RIDE will begin.


(Five Four Three Two One)

Written by Syreeta (@PritTbrowniiz)