Erotic fiction for the truely discerning.
There isn't enough poetry in the world. Certainly not of the sort that gets you hot under the collar. Send me your own original poetry - any theme, provided it is erotic - and I'll post it here for you, alongside my own.
As a starter for ten:
My head spins, my heart skips
Every time I kiss your lips
My member swells, it cannot rest
Whilst I’m nibbling on your breast
Then in a rush our clothes are shed
We wind up on a well sprung bed
And I dive down deep into those eyes
As ecstasy comes between your thighs
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