Image by Iva Hotko
Coming down the stairs
wearing nothing but my skin.
Hearing footsteps you turn to meet
the sight that makes you smile.
Your eyes glittered with delight
as I pass you by.
I know that look,
I want those sighs that hide
behind that smile.
Slow approach, kisses on my thighs,
you gonna take your time
climbing up.
I giggle and sigh as your hands slide
up and down just to stop,
so they can begin to play
the chords of delight
on my skin.
Like an engineer,
you experiment to see
what gets the intense reaction
due to applied action.
You’re getting high
from making me sigh,
twist and turn,
twitch and burn.
There is only so much I can take.
Dripping with need
to feel you inside me
I pull you up,
kissing you strong and hard.
Biting your lip
just so I can lick
the place where my teeth brushed your skin.
I feel your excitement
I feel you are hard
awaiting for us to join,
I sigh.
You know what I crave for,
you smile,
looking at my eyes
while we finally become one.
Bending down
to put your lips on mine,
a long kiss to get ourselves lost
in the sensation of melting into each other,
strokes become harder.
And so it begins,
hours of lovemaking.
Giving and taking
biting and kissing
rolling and climbing
begging and sighing.
In the end,
after, our bodies are just
sharing the same bed,
lying next to each other,
breathing fast with a smile on my face,
I fall into your open arms
and cuddle for a while
enjoying the scent and warmth of your skin
hearing your heart beat.
Words of love and adoration
start to flow,
making us count our blessings
for all that we have,
in each other,
and in life.
It’s in those moments I bound you
more and more,
every time, to my soul.
“Never tie yourself to anything,
it’s the source of all suffering",
say the ones that are afraid to love.
In life, everything is a game of gain and loss,
sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
Love isn’t always a choice
but it’s a gift that consumes you whole.
With a gentle kiss
we part in bed,
just so we can meet again.
Maybe in the kitchen
or on the staircase
and start our dance of love,
again.
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Author:
Iva Hotko (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2023 03:17
- Category: Erotic
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Comments3
Did absolute justice with the category
i.e. 'Erotic'
Yes, it's only fair to warn people 😁😉
O to be young.
Years are just a number, believe me I know 😉
You promised something controversial. Nothing controversial there - what we have is a good old enjoyable fuck........ Bought back a memory or two, though. Thanks.
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I promised no such thing 😜
For that kind of read I can recommend a friend on Medium who is great at writing "controversial" erotic poetry 😉
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I promised no such thing 😜
For that kind of read I can recommend a friend on Medium who is great at writing "controversial" erotic poetry 😉
OK – got you the first time – just because I was wrong, there’s no need to keep on shouting it out, you will spoil my somewhat shaky reputation….
Now then. I am perfectly prepared to concede I was wrong – the word you used was ‘provocative’, not ‘controversial’.
A great pity – I was expecting something like free sex on the Health Service for those who aren’t getting any (subject to a financial means test, of course). 🙂
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First let me say that I'm not sure why the reply got sent twice 🧐
Second, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I simply don't have it in me to write in such manner. But then again I'm more of a "action not words"type of person when such delicat things are in question 😉😁
Go for it then, Lady. The thought of action... phew...🙂
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Wishing you a nice day, Dave 🌞🦋🤍
Going to be all the nicer for you having wished it, Iva....... will have to be tomorrow now, as today is all but over.....'Hope that's alright.....🙂
We are always chasing time ... Sweet dreams ✨
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