RSVP EROTICA
Little Pink Peaks
by Jill Boyd
www ~ Lady Laid Bare - Don't Blink, Think Kink
Little glances at little pink peaks
Protruding from underneath my shirt
Can't resist taking a look
What harm would it do?
Lift up shirt
Place a finger on the rosy little bud
Cup my silky smooth breast
Caress, tickle, touch
Little glances at perfect peaks
underneath my shirt
They make the day go by...
Splitting
by Peter Symes
Splitting
The slippery pink veil
Ever so slowly
Parting it sweetly
Gently aside
Soon tightening
Engulfing
Embracing
Along the throbbing tip
Of the moment
To a sublime spread
Insertion
Uptake
Closing lusciously
As the length moves
Ever inward
Ever onward
With heightened sense
Of maximum envelopment
Till the beings meet
In total immersion
In the wet warmth
A quake
A tremor
A quiver
Sensation
Tit
by Aahlu
Its funny some say, isn't it
How man is so drawn to a tit
Is it the shape or the size
That so attracts our poor eyes
Or something no-one will admit?
We're still little boys at heart, you'll agree
From mother's breast we're rarely free
Whether we like it or not
Its all we have got
And it’s womans’ nature to nurture you see.
© Aahlu. 2011.
Size, Cups, and Shapes May Vary
by Ray Sostre
www - After Dark Online
Under your shirt or in your bra
From a lacy black to an electric blue
Maybe a red would do
It’d be perfect for Valentine’s Day
Or perhaps purple with an embroidery lace
How about silky white, oh so bright.
It will blend all day and night.
Oh so many uses to with them thang-thangs
Seduce him
Seduce her
Jiggle it
Wiggle it
Kiss it
Slide between them with a wet tongue
A hard cock
Maybe an ice cube
Or just his hot juices
Fingers can be pressed against her display
And let the tenderness play
From the palm of the hand
To the nipples in the mouth
From a wet t-shirt contest
To just a simple wet kiss
Raise your shirt up and let them bounce
Don’t be ashamed of your small size
You too get the love I don’t lie
Wear a bikini
Or in a lingerie
A hot corset in black, pink, or blue
Ooo baby…. Ooo!
Show me your cleavage
And show me your strength
I seek the pride of a voluptuous one
I seek the wonder of the small-chested one
From A to G; most commonly double D
She is all woman, that’s all she can be.
A man may never know her name
But he will remember her eyes
He gets to buy you a drink
Or ask for the time of the day
Yes, he can look, but he can’t touch
Cross the line boy and she’ll make you feel it.
But what if he was a she?
Would she let her look and touch
Or would she probably knock her out
I guess it depends on which one they are
She likes to wake up with tender touches
Or maybe she likes it rough
The art of intimacy begins there
Something soft, cool, and luscious
Mmm…. can you smell the foreplay coming?
From the petite to he curvaceous
You are appreciated
Whether you spend at JC’s or Secrets
You sure can make an appearance.
From Fifth Avenue to Main Street
You are always noticed
From the nightclub or the bedroom
You dominate the scene
From the bottom to the top
This author appreciates you
I bring no discrimination here because…
Size, Cups, and Shapes May Vary.
One Day's Grace
by Victrix Verdigris
www - Naughty but Niche
Trapped, as butterfly beneath the glass,
I wait with breath held still
Shuddering, waiting for your kiss;
A slow-acting emotion shot peddling bliss.
This will be our last day, you whisper
Tomorrow, and every other day, will belong
To another woman taking up the space
Where once you stood, all passion, pride and grace.
You think that losing them will change us,
When losing you is all that changed, in the end.
Treasure Chest
by Annie Player
www - Miss Player - Erotic Author, Poet and Tease
I hold them
Adored
Heavy beneath my hands
Sensitive
So soft
Pushed, the line between expands
When I press
They press back
A hardness into my palms
When I rest
They lay back
A gentle fall of flesh within strong arms
Always there
They share my beauty
I return my pair
With care and duty
Next time I touch
Next time I hold
I'll fold my fingers like finding gold
And listen to what they want to tell me
My treasure chest of pearls
Still learning
Woman
by Christina
I'm all woman
A part of me may be gone
Does that make me undesirable
I move the same
I dress the same
I make love the same
I'm all woman
A man took hold of me
That makes me real
I feel his touch the same
I need him the same
I came the same
I'm all woman
A disease took hold of me
Does that make me a leper
I smell the same
I laugh the same
I look the same...almost
2011
Rita O
By Wolfs_grace 10-2011
www ~ Kajira's Heart
Dedicated to a young mother,struggling at this very moment.
Courage comes unexpectedly.
To a woman that had none before.
My heart still beats.
My mind will come along.
Betrayed by you.
Silently I wept.
I can see now
I am free of it.
I will have more time.
More time is what I need
I will watch another sunrise.
And gaze out to sea.
I will not be sad.
A simple price to pay.
I never stopped to ask.
Farewell my lovelies
You will be missed.
But I am here now.
Moving forward.
Courage comes unexpectedly.
Breast Awareness
by Michael Pen
To a man a woman’s breasts are
a source of sexual attraction;
a source of sexual pleasure,
a object of sexual desire.
To a baby they are
a source of life support
and when a little older
a source of comfort and security
when Mum wipes away those tears
and hugs you to let she knows she cares.
To a Woman they are more
than part of her sexuality;
more than a bosom of life
and support to her babies.
To her they are part of her body,
subject to sickness and disease
that can take away her life.
Let us all remember that at this time!
I Like 'em
by Hyperion
www ~ After Dark Tales
I like 'em big, I like 'em bouncy,
I like 'em small (around six-ouncy).
I like 'em firm, I like 'em floppy,
I like 'em neat, I like 'em sloppy.
I like 'em peach-pink, I like 'em dark-cola,
I like 'em covered with areolae.
I like 'em pushed up, or swinging easy,
I like 'em curved sharp, or big as Weezy.
I like 'em tear-shaped, or nicely rounded,
I like 'em delicate, or when they're pounded.
I like 'em on virgins, I like 'em on whores,
I like every pair, but mostly yours!
Passion's Return
by Sterling Priest
www ~ Priest's Confessions
he came to her on a night
when all the passion had disappeared,
and the woman had learned to live
without any arms to hold her tight.
the years had given her time to
adjust to sleeping alone,
after a thief had stolen her treasure
and her husband could take no more.
left to live after conquering death
she gave herself to one thing
that kept her well -
the old family hotel.
up the dirt road
the figure rode
on a black and white steed,
well worn saddle beneath
the majesty of a man from earth's seed.
brightly gleaming,
bouncing in rhythm,
dark hair and tanned skin shimmering,
the sweat of a day's traveling
mixed with leather rising.
a quick, determined dismount
brought the stranger to the ground,
and for the first time
in a long time
the woman worried about -
how the wind had blown her own hair,
how hard the humidity had curled the ends,
how she looked in this same dress of
faded fabric memory and long lost cheer.
as the stranger approached her,
a warm smile upon his sunburnt face,
eyes dancing with firelight,
and a devil may care look that
she could not mistake.
in every step he made,
the woman brightened her own smile,
and with only a few word between them,
invited the stranger to stay a while.
the day went painfully slow,
as the stranger slept in,
but as soon as the twilight appeared,
he found himself rising once again.
the stranger finally left his room,
went downstairs and took a place
in the bar across the lobby,
puposefully in full view of
his hostess' survey,
it didn''t take long ''til
the stranger noticed
the feel of a visual embrace.
once again that grin ran across
the stranger's lips,
brighteing his eyes and face.
he turned slightly
towards the entry way,
stopping the woman in her tracks,
now blushingly embarassed for getting
caught in lustful glance.
the stranger set down
the almost empty glass
and looked straight into
the women's gleaming eyes
then motioned for the woman
to sit by his side.
she took a seat beside him,
and they talked for a while,
enjoying each other's company,
laughing in places that hadn't
heard such laughter in such a long time.
a few more laughs later and they stopped
to look inside each other's hungry eyes
and through the open door on the backside
of the bar she motioned for him to follow
her outside.
he met the woman by the old handmade swing
he sat down next to her,
silently watching the fireflies
and the stars that beging
to stir and dance before them,
seduction ready to begin.
the stranger reached gently over,
and took the woman's hand,
and sat with her until the darkest
of the night finally covered the land.
as the moon rose
in peach and orange hues,
the stranger made the move
to pull the woman close -
and the woman did not refuse.
she leaned her head lightly
upon his strong arm and
allowed herself to fall into
whatever was happening then.
they whispered in the moonlight,
lips unlocking passions long ignored,
erupting into the moment
when they could wait no more.
they fell onto the rye grass,
and let their love be born,
bursting into fire blazing,
burning skin upon skin,
no stone left unturned.
with the morning came the moment,
when he had to get back on the road,
he was expected in Laredo
and he still had two days ride to go.
but the woman who had been downtrodden
was renewed in many ways,
and she was ready for whatever else
might come her way.
in this man's visit,
she'd found her beating heart again,
felt the wholeness of her womanhood,
as he embraced all of her
desite what was now scars on skin.
from that day forward,
strangers would be lovers and friends-
the stranger had brought passion
that would never ever end.
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