Poem -

The One

The One

Let me be the one to touch you there

make you smile; against troubled days

I'm happy when you're happy

come to bed and lie down with me

release the troubles into a moment;

Gone.

Now cure my lips of want with your kiss

move away dark clouds for the sun

silently I knock at your heart's door

patiently, I will wait for your love

though my hands feel provoked

and my mind soaked with mischief

I'm a weak man

magnetized to the heat of your skin

the feel of pliant breasts possesses me

nipples swelling I bite against your cotton

night -gown 

till you release yourself to nakedness

now there's nothing left to know

nothing left to solve—in this old world

nothing left to hold you in chains

sharp moans from your open mouth

legs move apart without shame;

 an invitation to take all I desire

but my hands wait at the junction

Teasing at the side of your pelvis

then circling thumbs on smooth folds

before touching inside the valley of Eve;

now wet with dew and carnal pulsing

sinking in and out rhythmically

teasing squeezing on the clitoris wall

until you shudder and stiffen on inhale

now your hand is busy stroking the head

of my throbbing member

sliding it into your dividing is slick

and warm and silk takes hold

and skins back the foreskin as I labor

feeding the hunger of your sublime vagina

till your soul knows the true comfort

of drifting away

knowing only pleasure, singing voices

and the wind in your hair

the scent of our sex lingers on my fingers

the taste is--- Ambrosia...  

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Bradford

Great poem . Love the  passion  in it .

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Christopher Correia

omg! thanks for comment Lily Mae, virtual impregnation is a powerful concept.... yeah sometimes I get inspired to do the dirty ones, they are actually kinda fun to write; as fun as writing poetry can get for me....I much prefer reading dirty ones to be honest, lol....thanks again, I'm always honoured to see a comment from you Lily Mae....cheers

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Christopher Correia

Hardrocklover (great handle by the way)  appreciate the words my friend, virtual high five....cheers

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Christopher Correia

Hey Cherie, you like the phrase 'inside the valley of Eve?'  yeah not exactly sure where that one came from to be honest, I just like the way it sounds....yes the hardest thing I find with erotica is avoiding repetition in description; avoiding cliche'  phrases and predictable outcomes....lol  one should have a happy ending in one of these but the journey I suppose is the gift.... one day I want to write one about 'mind sex', two random strangers are sitting at a bus stop, say nothing to each other, only brief glances are exchanged and they simultaneously start fantasizing about each other, but neither one knows.... then bus comes and they just get up and leave...it might be interesting if done correctly by the poet, lol....hey glad you enjoyed the write my friend, have a good Sunday... 

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Christopher Correia

hey Flower I just saw your comment, thank you and I'm glad you enjoyed....have a nice day :D

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Nardine Sanderson

Haha hey bro, I love Lily Maes comment
~ holy shit batman, indeed
Sexy, beautiful,yet a spicy meatball ❤
Love to you sweetheart xox nardine.

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Christopher Correia

love you too lil sis....lol Lily Mae always makes me laugh with her comments on my 'dirty ones'  she wrote that one write made her pregnant after she read it, lol....very funny lady...cheers sweetness

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