Sexy Sunday Series 15: The Oral Caress

It is Sunday once again and I will be featuring erotic poetry for you.

The Oral Caress

by Robert W. Birch

Copyright 2001

Cradled between your tender thighs

I lift you to my mouth.

The abundance of your wetness greets me

and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.

Your sweet taste is on my tongue

and your fragrance delights my senses.

No gentle lick this visit.

No bashful cautious approach

For I wish to consume you.

Push against my hungry mouth

As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow

that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.

Thrust against my generous tongue.

Show me the power of your desire

for my oral caress.

My exploring tongue lifts the hood

and finds your smooth firm pearl.

You squeal in that unique way,

signaling that I have found your special spot.

I harden in response.

My jaws protests what my open mouth provides

but I am unrelenting in my gift,

intent only on your fulfillment.

I feel your body tense,

and you are quiet now...

Concentrating... bearing down.

Soon now my love,

ecstasy approaches.

You push hard and fast against my tongue,

shameless in using me

and I so willingly comply

until you cry out...

and in your satisfaction,

I will find mine,

But mine will be the greater.

I hope y'all like the featured poetry and pictures for today. Please comment below and let me know if you have any requests or if you like to have more of these posts. Have a safe Sunday!

Tonic of Wildness

We need the tonic of wildness. … At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed, and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature. 

–Henry David Thoreau, Walden

It's You I Crave

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffling the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratúe.

Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: Morning, XI”

Sex and Passion

“Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.” — Paulo Coelho (Eleven Minutes)

They Call It Chemistry

“One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else’s body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn’t there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient’s body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question: “Do you want your belly pressed against this person’s belly forever —or not?” — Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)

Marvelous Bliss

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” — Anaïs Nin

Spring Break Memory

When I was in college, I always looked forward to spring break. It was always fun. Every spring break is a cornucopia of memories, a moment so packed with good times, bad times and naughty times. It has always been a break full of wonderful times under the sun, partying until all our knees get so weak and tongues just muttering inaudible words.

I could never forget the time when I partied all night and had to go home carried by a guy friend who kissed me after I hurled. I didn't know whether to be shy or to slap him. We just laughed over it the next morning when I teased him how pathetic he was for kissing me at my most vulnerable state. Then again, that teasing I did gave him the balls to come up to me and ask if I can make his spring break more memorable for him. He was cute and a chiseled body plus we have been friends for too long so I thought why not. The sex was not the best but he tried and give it his all but still it ended like a case of another "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am". Yes, I popped his spring break cherry so to speak.

We're still friends until now but that spring break incident was never repeated. And let's leave it at that. Not to be cruel but I would have rather spent my time alone in bed with a few toys from EdenFantasys and I could have been happier. 

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Do you have an unforgettable spring break memory? I would love to know...Please do share. 

NOTE: Pictures are for illustrative purposes only. Photo credits belong to the rightful owner and are not mine. 

It's In There Somewhere...Go Deep!

Our lovemaking is so stormy and theatrical that we keep tearing into each other, and when we do, we tear holes. Sometimes what we do is more like fighting than love. We slam each other around. I think we’re trying to find each other’s souls, knowing they must be in there somewhere, close to our undernourished hearts, go deep. Go deeper still...

Feeling Lonely and Alone

I just think that sometimes it is less hard to wake up feeling lonely when you are alone than to wake up feeling lonely when you are with someone else. Some people would be better off alone, but they feel they’ve got to get hold of someone to prove they’re worthwhile. – Liv Ullman

The Nude Are The Bold

The nude are bold, the nude are sly

To hold each treasonable eye.

While draping by a showman’s trick

Their dishabille in rhetoric,

They grin a mock-religious grin

Of scorn at those of naked skin.

You Fucking Me Makes Me Bilingual

I am listening to an erotic audio right now and I can't help but be aroused. The voice of the girl narrating her experience with a stranger she met at a bar and took home after is very seductive. I am unbelievably wet right now. Oh her moans...

Ah those images of two people trying hard to satisfy each other's carnal needs sends me helpless. My toes are curling. All I want right now is to jump into a stiff cock and ride until I cum so hard. You know the kind where your tears run down your face because of the euphoric bliss that you feel. Oh la la... 

"Laying back on my bed, my head propped up on a few squishy pillows, my cunt was already throbbing, slick, and boiling. I closed my eyes and teased myself. Imagining your fingers swirling around my nipples as someone might idly swirl a spoon through coffee."

Ah this is what months of pent up pleasure can do to you...errrrr me! :-)

Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes

In my daydreams

Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum

And it makes me want you right there and then

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high

Body rising

Sweating

Panting

Make-up melting

Pulling my hair and

Scratching my back

I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno…tu eres mi pecado mortal…cojelo otra vez… You fucking me makes me bilingual!

Like Pigeons In A Wire

His voice touches places inside me like someone moving through a house, flicking light switches. … And even if it was dark and there was shellfire or an arctic gale blowing, I’d still be able to understand him, because our thoughts nestle against each other, like pigeons on a wire. –Geraldine McCaughrean, The White Darkness

For the Goddess Too Well Known

For the Goddess Too Well Known

by Elsa Gidlow

I have robbed the garrulous streets,

Thieved a fair girl from their blight,

I have stolen her for a sacrifice

That I shall make to this night.

I have brought her, laughing,

To my quietly dreaming garden.

For what will be done there

I ask no man pardon.

I brush the rouge from her cheeks,

Clean the black kohl from the rims

Of her eyes; loose her hair;

Uncover the glimmering, shy limbs.

I break wild roses, scatter them over her.

The thorns between us sting like love's pain.

Her flesh, bitter and salt to my tongue,

I taste with endless kisses and taste again.

At dawn I leave her

Asleep in my wakening garden.

(For what was done there

I ask no man pardon.)

Wild Nights

"Wild Nights - Wild Nights!" 

by Emily Dickinson

Wild Nights - Wild Nights!

Were I with thee

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile - the Winds -

To a Heart in port -

Done with the Compass -

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -

Ah, the Sea!

Might I but moor - Tonight -

In Thee!