Eclectically Sexual Poetry

I can’t even begin to hide the feelings of what I need you to provide. I’m lonesome with my body. Raving for yours and mine to be one with another, pillage and plunder this five five frame and juggle each curve as you build muscle because I’m far from little. My head rolls around my neck barely grips ahold, my eyes are semi-closed and I lose all my clothes, they come off and onto the floor, first we gotta get butt naked like Marques says, and we do, you too. His rising makes me heated, he grows and reaches for me. I am so thrilled that he awaits my warmth, two choices he has to pick from. Inside me is the destination and I can give him pleasure without equivocation. My She aims but to please, filling him up until he overflows and screams – shouts for joy at the glorious peaked, warm and wet, silkily slick softness of my She. Please….you know I can do these things you ask of me, because it’s you I want inside my She. Sucking me feverishly, bountiful is She, happily we make Thee. Come hither my sweet and taste this lovely meat. Pleasing you we please, please?

Published by AuthorJSDanielle

I am a female who loves to write poetry and also loves writing short stories. However, my preferences tend to lean toward Erotica or Fantasy when writing my stories, but my poetry aspect ranges. My podcast, Eclectically Sexual Sounds, delves in deeper conversation about the topics ranging from the acts of sex itself, to the engaging aspects and a more in depth understanding of what women want, men need and how both can benefit from giving in to each other.

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