Category: erotic poetry

Free me.

Take me to the dungeons 

walk me in the night, 

bind my hands above me, 

whip away my light. 

Watch me as I smile, 

watch me as i cry, 

turn my world to blackness 

beneath thunderous skies. 

Push me to the edges, 

push away my walls, 

wipe away my snigger 

watch me as I fall. 

Sooth away the pain 

with pleasure as it flows, 

leave me burning red 

with an afterglow. 

Stop only when you win, 

when all of me is lost, 

when you look into my eyes 

and no longer you see frost. 

Stop when I am yours, 

sat obediently at your feet 

seeing in your eyes

that I am finally free.
Karen Hayward ©2016

Caress the inner devil of my soul. 

Caress the inner devil of my soul,

bind my wrists with the softest,

deepest, reddest silk. 

Drape me in the prettiest black lace. 

Call to me. Call to my inner succubus,

whisper my name with the darkest shame. 

Stroke my pale soft skin. 

Teasingly awaken her, whisper to her from the depths. 

And when a whisper is not enough…

Plunge her into the screams of oblivion. 

Tear open my soul with raw abandonment. 

Make me scream and beg for her release. 

Bite her into existence,

Spank her for her resistance,

Take her with your insistence 

Own her with your persistence. 

Caress the inner devil of my soul

Release her,

Let my spirit grow. 

Tease her,

Let my spirit show. 

Caress her,

Be the reason that I glow. 

Caress the inner devil of my soul. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Be my darkened Prince. 

Quite my mind stop the constant. 

Relax my body hold me still, 

darken my world blindfold my eyes. 

Bind my hands…and tease me. 

Let your words wash across me 

swarming to the essence of my core. 

Let your touch lead me to the edge of extasy. 

Command me with your tongue, 

caress me with your lips. 

Explore me with your body

 control my roaming hips. 

Lead me to the darkness be my darkened Prince,

Give me pleasure so I may sigh, and pain so I may wince. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Thrust me into life. 

Would you pull me from my sleep

to fill me oh so deep?

Would you tantalise my nipples

and watch the pleasure as it ripples?

Would you brush away my hair

to kiss my lips so fair?

Would you wake me with your dick to 

show me that you care?

Would you thrust me oh so deep,

Pull me from my dreams. 

Wake me from this sleep

Take ownership of my screams. 

Would you wake me from my sleep?
Karen Hayward ©2016

Would you…please.

Would you bite down gently on the tender skin of my buttocks, your hands snaking across my hips pulling me closer as your bites turn to kisses? Would you, please. Would you hold back my hands and tantalisingly tease my skin until I begged for mercy, for your mercy? Would you, please. Would you part my legs and trail kisses on my inner thigh, higher. Higher still. Would you? Please. Would you kiss my lips your tongue penetrating my warmth your lips tenderly tasting me. Would you, my sweet, would you please. Oh would you. Would you wrap your fingers across my hips and pull me in close. Would your kisses turn to nibbles that turn to sucking that turn to gentle biting. Would you, please. Would you penetrate my lips feel the warmth of my tongue the gentle rhymythic motion, would you look into my eyes as my lips explored you, oh sweety. Would you, would you please. Would you hold me. Tight in your arms. Bodies entirely consumed by the touch of each other. Would you hold me, sink into me, pull me in closer. Would you kiss me, your arms wrapped beneath my shoulders, my torso arching, my hips reaching, my pleasure rising, would you kiss me? Please. Would you hold me, pulling me in closer, tighter, would you sweety, oh would you, please?
Karen Hayward ©2016.

Locked outside of time.

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I need to taste my soul upon the essence of your seed. Filled with passions love, this is the thing I need.
I want to taste the atoms that form the inner you. I need to feel your fingers as they explore what is so surely true. I need to give myself, my sigh and every moan, I need for you to feel this pleasure you have sown. I need to feel your heat, I need to feel your skin, I need so much to feel, us falling into sin. I have to feel that charge that breaks down every wall, as we explore the concepts break societies rules. Push me to my limits, make me feel you with my soul, make me feel the pleasure make me feel the pain, let nothing but our lust reign. Hold me as I’m yours hold me as your mine,  hold me I. This moment whilst were locked outside of time.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Cream filled desire.

The silent whisper of musical notes skipping across my naked skin as your fingers tantalise and your lips leave a trail of lust filled kisses.

The deep lust filled thrust of need, searching inside for the moment of togetherness that sits at the tip of my clit at the tip of your dick. Deep thrusts…

Screams of passion tainting the air sucked from my lungs and dispersed into you in my glistening cum that soaks your glorious tongue.

And I am yours as lust entangles with desire and passion entangles with the soul and upon my knees
your creamy seed, you give to me.

Karen Hayward ©2016