Just a curiosity Question really? Since Intimacy for women is both physical and mental, and with men it is more physical but can be stimulated mentally by visual or audio.  Just curious on how many man out there have taken the time to read the erotic side to our hobby?

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.


Robert W. Birch, Ph.D.
Copyright 2001 applies to title and poem, all rights reserved

I don't have to go much farther than the Song of Solomon.  "I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon . . ."

It's what lies between her thighs that makes this rise in my Levis.      Teacher almost choked but she didn't kick me out of class.

much poetry as I care for in a session.

bother with Shakespeare. I usually recite this gem at the beginning of sessions. Provider reaction is usually, "oh Smelly, I didn't know you were such a romantic"!

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Angle of dangle
Is proportional to the
Heat of woman's Meat.

That is a haiku for any of you haiku fans out there.

Behind the door
2005 Tammany McKinney
Leave your inhibitions at the door,
Come wrap your arms around me,
Turn the latch... now lock us in,
With our secret fantasies.

A smile, some small talk then,
But gold gleam in eyes betray,
A soft kiss, a gentle touch,
The world just fades away.

Warm arms enfold and lean me back,
Slow kisses that never end.
Fingers woven in my hair,
Whispers of what you'll do then...

Laughing at your frustration,
OFF, OFF those damn pants,
Basking in warmth and passion,
Treasured private moments.

Fingers flirt on every inch,
Touches so lightly poised,
The mouth that travels everywhere,
Nips, laves, nibbles- Our joys!

A gasp, a sigh, a whispered praise,
Intensity and ecstasy felt,
but wanting more, needing you,
sweet teasing makes me melt.

Oh, THAT moment, the slow glide,
The sensations overwhelm,
Every second and every inch,
Words undescribed or found.

Speechless now, I close my eyes,
Enraptured in your bliss,
Nothing left but simply feel,
Nothing but just... just... this.

Lips and tongues touching,
Eyes speaking without pride,
Hips, hands, legs all intertwined,
The sounds of our sweet ride.

Fervent rapture, oh so strong,
I've never, ever, felt like this,
Oh, my god, I've lost control,
Begging my need or wish.

Awaiting my enjoyment,
So patient, sweet, so kind,
Naughty Angel fell down to earth
to make me loose my mind!

Urge then to open my eyes,
To see that same look in yours,
Your joy my goal, your smile my gift,
Desire within me soars.

Oh baby, what you do to me,
I just don't understand,
The things I feel, the needs I have,
But never let them end!

You are right, dear.  There is more lovely poetry out there than the old "Song."  Thank you.

My reply to your final stanza:

Yes, baby, it's you, sweet you,
I try to understand.
The love and joy you have given me,
In your promised land.

LAY, LADY, LAY
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1969, 1985 Big Sky Music

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

...I don't get out much.

LOL One can tell...But that is alright.. You tried, think and see what your mind can come..(not cum) up with.. trust me it is more exotic and erotic and other words to excite that moment..yeah yeah I know....just try it..

I am the man from Nantucket.

With a couple of exceptions, most of the answers were pretty lame.  Too bad, too...because erotic poetry is awesome.

As well you know.

I'm sure erotic poetry is awesome...unless of course you're comparing it to having a real live naked women on your bed looking at you with those come-hither eyes, one hand beckoning you to come closer, the other offering an ice cold beer...

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Well if your being such a judge of responses give it a try... Lets see between you and I my sweet MrSelfDestruct who can write the best erotic poem... I personally feel this has been a fun post and if you can do better lets see it..