Erotic Poetry

Now, I’m not much for poetry. I just never got it. However, I dolike all things erotic. LOL. So check this out. Courtesy of Guest Author Bryn Colvin:

With lips and tongue.

Let me pay homage to the wonders,
Of your firm and throbbing cock.
Slow to reach full majesty of size,
A perfect fit for my hungry mouth.
Let me nuzzle in your dark hair,
Swallow you to the hilt then tease,
And work my tongue across you.
Licking at tip, at your small opening.
Feel you swell and gain in size,
Salt flavours prove your pleasure,
As you expand to touch my throat.

I know that your pulse is raised,
When I slide my lips along your length,
You gasp when I lick and suck or change,
The rhythm of my loving attentions.
Your gasps speak more than words and say,
So much of your lusty enjoyment,
Raising your desire with tantalising tongue,
I make you shiver with delight,
For me alone you whisper urgent passion.
I make you hard with sexual power,
Enchantment of mutual obsession.

Each time I kneel or lean to kiss,
Make oral love to your engorged shaft,
I think of when I did this first,
Sweet taste, anticipation then pure joy.
Your words still resonant in my thoughts,
Startling confession of inexperience,
No one had kissed you thus before.
My mouth the first to open for your need,
My tongue the first to lick until you’re hard,
A gift I can so happily bestow,
Love’s rites and rituals I understand.

Let me lower my head into your lap,
And take your manhood between my lips,
Caress you to arousal’s rigid charms,
How I thirst to taste you as you come,
And swallow down the proof of your release,
I long to carry you to pleasure’s heights,
My tongue and lips are eager now to please.
Let me deeply drink from your hard fountain,
Suckle on you, bring to you delight,
My need will ever be your satisfaction,
Oh come for me, my love, my heart, my life.

Bryn Colvin is a British author who loves anything off the beaten track and enjoys writing erotica. She writes dark and especially filthy erotica as Mistress Nimue, and fantasy stuff as Brynneth N Colvin.

For more details about Bryn’s ficiton work, wander round to Her website Bryn also runs an egroup devoted to all things bookish, with featured author weeks alternating with open themed chats.
And if that is’t enough, you can also catch her on myspace –

When Bryn isn’t writing, she is most likely to have her nose in a book, or to be practising a few songs with friends. Folk traditions are a big part of her life, as is druidry. She takes her research very seriously and loves trying things out!

Want another Poem?? Look at this!

Fingering.

I love to see your hands at play,
And watch you toying with your cock,
Stroking fingers down your length,
Teasing foreskin at the top.
Fingers slickened by my juices,
Smelling of the gift you gave,
When you plunged into my secrets,
To please your wet and willing slave.

Yours are long and dextrous fingers,
Smooth the skin and sure the touch,
Now set to fondling of your manhood,
While I lie, content to watch.
Slow your member in responding,
Sleepy serpent in your hand,
Weary from already coming,
Waking it begins to stand.

I see you harden with your efforts,
Knowing hands with wondrous skill,
Teasing life into your manhood,
Raising passion with a will.
Darkening now, your swollen prick,
Firm the glide of your caress,
Dry of mouth, I watch you glisten,
I love you watch you, I confess.

I tell you, Bryn. I think I might have to try writing a poem someitme. This is HOT STUFF!!!