Media & Erotic Literature

A poem o started writing.. let me know what you think!red_smile
RiverStark See my TER Reviews 1224 reads
posted

RiverStark  
See my TER Reviews 2 reads posted 6 minutes ago
So not sure how many read this board, but I though I'd post this here just to get some feedback. It's still a work in progress, so keep that in mind. If you like it, please let me know. I've also got a pretty extensive collection of erotica and erotic poetry on Literotica, which is usually where I put this stuff. 95% of its relative to being trans or a lesbian, so keep that in mind.
 
~Her Touch~
Time slows to a pause when she's near, it bends and twists as the world flashes by me at a blistering speed but she is that stable place where I can step aside. She shines with the brightness of a billions stars and draws me with her pull. Her touch, oh her touch, even the faintest brush of her warm delicate finger stops my heart, it's like fire and ice running through me. I loose loose myself in that touch and for a brief moment I feel free. She knows me, and I know her.
My body melts against the feel of her breath against my neck, it blurs the lines between reality and I question if it could even be real. I want to scream and beg like a whimpering child for more. her touch, oh her touch, it's like fire and ice running through me. In those moments I wish for nothing besides her. I pray for the feeling of her lips against mine. A sensation washes over my body as our lips draw near, and when they meet its like a burst of electricity to my core radiating into my body. I feel her in my fingers and toes as her energy flows though me and brings me to life.  
At that moment there is nowhere I could ever want to be but with her, her lips against mine. My body starts or ache as we kiss, she's pulls me into her. I loose myself and I feel free. I press my body into her and that jolt of electricity hits me again. Her touch, oh her touch, it's like fire and ice running through me. The gentle tug of her teeth on my lip is a reminder and the feeling of her delicate finger intertwined with soft locks of hair as she tightens her grip makes me whimper with a childish adulation and anticipation. I loose myself in that touch and for a brief moment I feel free.  
-  
-  
-  
That's what I've got so far. I'm not sure if I want to make it something short or not. Input is welcome!

Register Now!