What is it? EROTIC POEM

 

What is it?

What is it about the nipple,
That pleases and excites

A nub of flesh, protrusion
Yet filled with such delights

A simple little tidbit
A knot of tender skin

But every time I look at one
All I do is grin

What is it with this interest
Why do we even care

Bad enough they poke and wink
And do it in a pair

Oh nipple you are cute as hell
I look at you every day

Though try to hide the fact I do
And often look away

But there you are on coldest days
Just waiting there for me

Dark colored nipple-clits
As I call them playfully

So what is it about the nipple
That pleases me so much

Not quite sure, let me think on it
While you let me have a touch

EROTIC POEM

The encounter

The Encounter


7:45

The bus arrives, busy day.
And crowed... people standing.
Staring out the window then,
She approaches.... Steps up onto the landing.

Tokens dropped inside, she turns
Our eyes for moments meet.
She walks down the isle, slowly...
As though looking for a seat.

7:47

Standing now back to back
I pretend she is not there.
But the perfume's a reminder,
And the softness of her hair.

A gentle bump as we move along,
I feel the softness of her skin
Pressed so close, I hold my breath,
Where do dreams like this begin?

7:49

A moment more we're moving.
Not so much that anyone might know.
A subtle pressure, stimulating
How far can this all go?

I turn around behind her,
Feel her pressing in to me.
The smoothness of her dainty leg
As I caress it with my knee.

7:54

She turns now round to face me,
Though neither of us looks.
I... now reading paper,
And she... while holding books.


And once again we're touching.
Pressed so close by others by....
My hand drops down between us
And I rest it near her thigh

7:58

Slightly turning then is she
And my hand then finds the place
Her heat is burning through my palm
As it runs across the lace.

Rotations then beneath me,
Subtle as they may be.
We've got miles to go before we're there,
And we move in ecstasy.

8:04

Her breath is coming faster
Though only a whisper do I hear
Her wetness now coats my hand
As I slowly bring her near.

Again her soft felt movement,
A sudden shudder...she is there.
I press her deeply, holding still
And inhale the aroma of her hair.

8:10

Movement slows, we're stopping.
A knowing look tells me we must part.
A moment more, hands pressed together,
Can she feel the beating of my heart?

I watch her on the sidewalk,
As she slowly walks away.
And once again we're moving.
Just another average day.