Delicious Obscurity

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A narrative erotic poem with the intent of making the poem srotic and beautiful in the language as well as in the act of pleasure.

Delicious Obscurity

Candle flames
lit our room
in silence
as the rain beat
against our windows
like desire beating
in our hearts.
Engulfed by the flames,
we kissed hungrily,
almost desperately,
as we sank into each other.
The night full of anticipation
watched our legs, our arms,
surround our bodies, quivering
with naked intimacy.
In our delicious obscurity,
in a night without stars,
without the prying eyes
of the bone white moon
we found an infinity
of sensations as you
gently caressed
and kissed my erection,
enflamed and eager
to enter you.
I moaned as your  warm mouth
captured my erection
with  eagerness.
Lustily, excitedly, I thrust
my hips up to your mouth.
My self control overpowered,
I dissolved in to you, unbrideled,
flooding you with an unforgettable
abandon. You kissed me
tenderly, softly,
in the wake of your gift.
My hardness started to return as
you caressed and calmed and soothed.
We let our  desire cool off 
in the darkness
as the storm raged and howled 
and we felt alone and invisible.
We absorbed each others
passion,  and kisses. 
Pleasure had spread like a fire 
of leaves within me. I bathed 
in the afterglow, kissing your breasts,
sucking your nipples gently,
as the wind howled relentlessly outside 
our  window. The howling
matched our moans. You 
kept saying, keep sucking,
as you groaned. Drums beat
in our blood for more. Aroused again and
enraptured, I pinned your arms 
against the bed.  You guided me in
and I was deep, and  deeper,
and going deeper. You told me to give
you everything I had.
I tightened to keep from exploding. 
You wanted more, but I wanted this to 
last and held back, from the rising  flood
within me, burning. "Fuck me", you repeated.
Then you turned over as I withdrew, 
still burning for release.
You positioned me at the edge 
of our bed and placed your rear 
against my throbbing erection, 
then you guided me into the lips 
of your wet and shaven center.
You were warm and wet 
as my  long, slow, strokes
and the howling winds outside, 
and the candle flames,
red and hot and melting,
burned our passion
into memory as we abandoned, 
our bodies, indiscriminately
to each other. We cried
a passional cry of pleasure as our orgasms 
exploded and every capillary in my blood
burst. The winds and storm fury died down 
and we collapsed in sleep,
in an orgy of silence.


 




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Katylove commented on Delicious Obscurity

08-19-2009

Visuals abound in this incredible piece of deliciously erotic poetry... my eyes were glued to each and ever move.. fantastic!

poeticprose

08/28/2009

Katylove thank you for your comments. I wanted the kind of effect on readers that you experienced. So, it worked. Thanks.

edhrush commented on Delicious Obscurity

08-13-2009

Your work I must say is undeniably scrumptious. A very erotic piece.

poetikkk

08/13/2009

Thank you for reading and commenting. I believe you can do as well. Look forward to reading more of you.

CaramelProse commented on Delicious Obscurity

08-12-2009

This is incredibly intense! I could feel the passion and emotion throughout your writing! Love it!

poetikkk

08/12/2009

Thanks for your enthusiastic response. Your comments and the others have reaaly been encouraging. Again, thank you for reading.

exotic commented on Delicious Obscurity

08-10-2009

I could not only imagine every step of your poem but I could see it so real, I could see your face trying to please her and I could see her hunger for you, exhilataring, exciting, very hot piece, very tastefully done, even with the edge of FM, necessary to be there, in your bed, I could feel tha rain...the storm, the candles and see the naked bodies trough the light of the candles, so erotic, I like the way you can translate into magic what somebody else would say it's just sex, and because of that this is not a poem but poetry in my ears and in my eyes. Thank you for the way you experience it, and thank you for letting me in your bedroom.

poetikkk

08/10/2009

Your a dear and thank you for the comments. I worked a long tome on that poem.

lustfulsoul commented on Delicious Obscurity

08-10-2009

Wheeh! The life within this piece is so vividly expressed. You did an outstanding portrayal of sweetness. :)

poetikkk

08/10/2009

Thank you. Yes it was meant to be sweet loving and descriptive and erotic with good imagery. I am glad you liked it.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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