A Shot-
I took a double shot of her,
downed her in one gulp at the bar,
smooth tasting …
then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…
by Philip Wardlow
Tag Archives: erotica
Forces – A poem by Philip Wardlow
Forces –
The needle moves
ever so slightly
on the seismograph.
Tracing an outline on paper of a potential
with no timetable.
Tensions, Friction, and Pressures
are building,
As traces of you run through
the cracks and fissures of
my brain.
A low rumble not discernible by the naked ear emits
a pocket of trapped steam released from a
great depth.
Building, ever building.
Keep your distance,
it’s not safe to be so close.
to the summit.
For there is no telling when
I might explode.
By Philip Wardlow
Desire – by Meg Myers – A an eerie erotic music Video
She scares me and I like it…..:)
Watching you Read – An erotic love Poem
Watching you Read –
Eyes downcast.
Intent.
Hardbound book in hand,
fingers lay splayed around its spine
caressing it with a familiar grip.
An upward curl of your lips,
as baby blues dilate
momentarily
to drink in the words upon the page.
What adventure do you ride into?
What romance causes the rush I
see to come to pale pink cheeks?
Does the beat of your heart quicken, as
the rising action lifts your senses to the edge,
only to send you cascading off a cliff?
You are a mystery written in a foreign tongue, a conundrum, an enigma, a puzzle
within a puzzle.
Had I the time
to spy all my days
as you luxuriate with knees
drawn up in quiet
meditation,
lost in a world of someone’s else’s
creation.
I would count myself a very
lucky man.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Landscapes of You
Landscapes of You
As I rise at dawn
and look out upon this landscape
It’s got nothing on you babe.
The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb
In the morning light and the fertile valley
below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire
and have a weeny roast every night.
Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make
snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.
The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t
get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .
Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle
down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.
The field of you lays lush and fragrant with undulating
colors of flowering pink and red peonies swaying
enticingly before me as you gyrate those hips below,
stirring the four winds to blow
me away off this wind swept peak
that I cling to with barely a fingertip.
I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and
peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.
My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.
I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,
The beauty of this mysterious place I call
paradise must be explored.
The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses
as I drink your sweet scent in.
The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence
bottled in the pores of
your skin.
By Philip Wardlow
All she Really Wants – A Poem
All she really wants –
She walks on silent
tip toe to my room
Enters without knocking.
and says nothing as she crawls
in with me beneath the covers.
She is naked and warm
as she lays alongside me.
I embrace her,
arm around her shoulders,
her head nestled in my neck.
One of her naked legs lies
between my own.
Her soft cheek upon my chest
as her hand wraps my waist.
This is all she wants this night.
Nothing more. Skin to skin
Sharing the same warmth.
I hold her hand in mine
and we simply fall asleep.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Different Tastes – an Erotic Poem(Mature Content! You have been warned)
Different Tastes
I dip my dick
into a wine flute
filled with Pinot Grigio
Now,
Taste.
What does your tongue tell you?
Are you a connoisseur?
Tell me the year.
I will pour you anything you prefer.
Now.
Spread your legs and let my
fingers linger until a raging
wetness ensues.
Now,
You must choose.
Grape or strawberry?
Pop Rocks go in and
mingle inside your moistness
Crackle…Crackle…Pop!
Mmmmmm…
Strawberry…good choice.
Now,
Remove the ice cold Coca Cola
from the fridge,
Pop the cap, pour it out and
plunge it in your pussy deep.
Your body shudders as you
exhale slowly.
Now,
Bottle removed
I enter with all the warmth of the sun.
Your body shudders again
as you exhale.
Now,
Time for the grape.
By Philip Wardlow 2013
Thoughts on You – A Poem (of an erotic nature)
Thoughts on You
You can tell a lot from a kiss;
anticipation, compassion, violence, elation, a connection,
an erection.
You make looking beautiful look easy babe.
That body is a 9 volt battery I wish to put my tongue to.
I want to kiss every freckle that covers your body;
you know this because you sun yourself
just so you can get a few more before I come home.
I have imagined you naked many times
but you exceed those imaginings a thousands fantasies over what my
mind could grasp once your bra and panties hit the floor.
You touch me in a subtle way;
its enough to tell me you have already fucked me in your head.
Yet still you tease;
bending over in front of me, giving me a backwards glance
along with a sly smile
and telling me to come and get it.
So I come and get it.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
Blue Balls of Gentleman – A Poem…(did this happen to me? – I’m not telling)
Blue Balls of a Gentleman
Never was a pain so great
as to leave a man almost
doubled over as he walked.
Such a foul wretch of a woman
she was; to taunt and to flaunt
her wares so, to sidle up alongside me,
yet hold back her ultimate
charms.
Never to help me find release
from the tension that she had
caused to exist far below.
True, I could have taken matters into my
own hands like any chaste man should have;
evacuate the cause of all my pent up
pressure and damn her back to the nine hells
where she surely belonged.
But I be not a man to take the easy course;
for I wished her to capitulate in the war
she had waged right outside my castle gate.
Cease this siege woman!
Acquiesce to the desires that I see burning
in your eyes and overcome your coolness
buried deep in your cold keep of a heart.
Grab hold of what you desperately
wish to conquer and I shall relinquish
myself to you with a flood of gratitude.
Perhaps dear lady you will grow
accustomed to my sweet taste.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
Bloody Party – A Poem
Bloody Party
Your metallic sweet taste
drips from my mouth,
down your neck,
between your breasts,
and over your hips
to pool around
naked feet.
My bite, an aphrodisiac,
as you moan in my embrace
while my teeth sink deep
into veins drawing
life into my own.
Your river of red flows, it travels
pulsates, it beats, a rhythm
keeping time to a force where
I now control its course.
Slower, fainter, weaker.
You gasp in ecstasy at your
perfect death.
I lay you aside,
and move on to the next,
after all this is my party
and I must attend to all
my guests.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
This poem was originally published in the online magazine called The Carnage Conservatory in 2012.
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