- Erotic Poetry
- Why is a Wisp of Hair so Exciting
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Click hereShe lays in bed
Her thoughts are serene
Twirling her hair
Watching her screen
Videos sent, setting the pace
Longing desire as their hearts start to race
He lies in bed watching his screen
She is twirling her hair that’s what he’s seen
He feels a stir..now feeling lust
Her Hands travel down the curves of her bust
He watches her hands
Craving her touch
A wisp of hair can Spark so much
They watch each-other
Watching their screens
She is twirling her hair
His wicked grin seen
Her heart skips a beat
His breath starts to catch
They are naked in bed
What comes next
Watching their screens
Caressing themselves
Moaning and moving their hands further south
She gets a toy, he get a shirt
Not much longer, they both will squirt
They finish playing
Pillow talk for two
Looking up at the camera
Up at the screen
She is twirling her hair, (you know what I mean)
- COMMENTS
Hotcoffee123about 1 month agoAuthorThank you so much Fro. It feels like you’ve always understand. I think you got exactly what I’m talking about. And I don’t know if I’ve come along way but it must be because I read great authors “wink”.
Falling4Uabout 1 month agoSuch a tender and romantic piece
When simple things are a trigger
That cause a man who’s already hard
To simply just get bigger
Mutual pleasure so much better
Than self satisfaction alone
Such special connections made
As hands and minds do roam
The nearest thing to real sex
And something not to be rushed
As he can clearly visualise
Just where her toy is pushed
Well done in creating such a scene
A scenario to make you proud
And hopefully you enjoyed the writing
As much as is allowed
Frodovabout 1 month agoI read this last night... and I couldn't find words... So, I held off commenting. I read it again just now and I'm still just as moved. I feel as though I've been watching something so very intimate, something private that I just happened to witness. I don't feel dirty, but I do feel... well... naughty. Perhaps it's because I can identify with the emotions and <ahem> "drives" that are expressed by both sides in this poem. It feels personal because it *IS* personal, or at least on a very personal level. You've come a long way in a short time my dear. Your work just keeps getting better and better the more you open yourself up to express those feelings and thoughts. Makes me want to sit on the edge of my seat to wait for the next offering. <smile> Bravo my friend, Bravo!
