Tag: erotic poetry

… His words taste like the outer corners of lust, coveted by dark shadows. A curse of black mist rising in me. If I am the succubus then he is my master, puppeteering my desire, fingering my needs to his command. His touch is the black leather choker at my slender neck. His voice the liberating echo of passion that lubricates my strings….and in his eyes is the promise of a million kisses, each one new, deep, purposeful. Each kiss overflowing with lust, each kiss a binding promise of trust, each kiss an exchange of power… And if I am his succubus, a vessel of need then he is my master and from him alone I feed, for there in his kisses, his touch and his eyes, is an abundance of love filling my skies.

Karen Hayward ©2018

Carnal lust. 

Impale me,

hold my body close to yours

impale the core of my 

existence. 

I want you,

Desire you,

Curiosity swarms 

Intrigue holds me down

I need the essence of your 

desire spilling across me.

Thrust after thrust. 

Take me. 

Take my purity, spill your

Lustrous ink across my 

Skin in whispered hues 

Of carnal lust. 
Karen Hayward © 2017

Resistance?

Everytime I tumble you’re there 

with hands out reached, fingers eager to explore, 

lips begging for more, 

as you mentally strip me 

naked there upon the floor. 

With lust filled promises, screams 

of delight 

and guarantees I’ll lose my mind. 

Caressing my vulnerability, 

devouring my sensuality. 

In your fantasy…am I down upon 

knees eager to please? 

Am I bound, captive, 

a blank canvas you can tease? 

Will you touch me and tickle 

and stroke till I wiggle, 

will you take and demand 

barking sexual commands? 

And when I’m spent upon the floor,

Will I be yours…
Karen Hayward ©2016

Pull the air…

Pl
ease, draw air from my lungs 

with the tantalisingly whispers 

of promises if kisses on skin so

very…porcelain. Oh please, awaken 

long sleeping senses, subtle moans

and screams of pleasure, caress 

then as though they were long lost

treasures. Oh please, please, bring 

Mr down upon my knees with 

precious fingers, let them tease. 

Please, draw the ait from my lungs

become my very own sun, rays dancing

having fun….please pull the air from out my lungs. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

In dreams of sleep you fill me deep.

In dreams of sleep

you enter me,

so very deep.

I feel your lips as they

dance across my skin,

primal need pleading

that we commit the devils sin.

I feel your eyes gaze

across your desired need

Free roaming wolves

we exist to feed.

I feel the gentle tease of your fingers

tracing the lines of lips

where your kiss still lingers.

I hear the call of desire

I feel the flaming fires

Oh, be my Sire,

be my Sire.

Release me of this energy

it’s ours, can you see?

Need that fuels life

be my Sire,

and i’ll be your wife.

Be my Sire,

let us live life.

 

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

Indulge in Satan’s fun.

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This poem was inspired by a great poem I read a short while back that used the inspiration ‘Would you…’ there is something raw about those very simple words that instinctively have me answering them without me even realising. You can read the great poem here on the blog Zigzastripes. Go check him out 🙂

 

Can you worship me as a Goddess,
kneeling at my feet,
Can you own my very being
and explore this luscious treat.
Can you drink this golden fountain
taste me with your tongue,
renounce the world around us
and indulge in Satan’s fun.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (image and words)