I grin ~
I grin at danger or a challenge,
I grin at life when I know its trying to beat me down
just as I’m grinning at you now
as you lie naked on my bed.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Tag Archives: sex
Light at Play – An Erotic Poem
Light at Play ~
I see you hiding there in the sun.
As the light curves around your curves
and continues on.
A lovely silhouette,
my little backlit babe.
I would ride the hell out of those hips
and I would not save the
rest for a rainy day.
Shine on, Shine on Mr. Sun…
Her body comes, a slow tortuous
meandering walk my way.
With a smile and a glint in the eye of clever intent.
She is soon
to cum in bed with me.
Let’s fuck and suck and tug and pull
penetrate, and resonant to each
other’s deviant rhythm.
The sun plays on you yet again in a
different context
as the angle of its rays change
throughout the hours that pass
there in that sexual playpen
that caress your soft silky skin.
You see the sun?
It wants to touch you as much as I.
Back off Mr. Sun
for she is mine and
mine alone.
Its my day to play.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Primal – A small poem
She draws me in her with nature….pulling, ever pulling…a primal pulsing…building, ever building within me. I must unleash it all on her because her own soul demands it ….she needs to be sated….fed and the wolf rises and races to her to feed also…
A spanking ensues….my most risqué Erotic poem ever? Nope – Adult Content be warned
A Spanking Ensues…
A smirk, a flick of the hair, a defiant look with an akimbo stance.
Whether it’s a raised voice,
or a direction not followed correctly or in a timely
manner.
All these belligerent bratty overtures
directed my way
earn you a strike upon an ass
properly presented upon my command.
Test me.
Stinging slap soon to be followed by a loud
sweet smack.
Every incident, a blow up your ass cheeks,
every palm placed with ferocity
to put you in your place.
Your hips upon my knees, ass facing up at me, hard cock pressed against your stomach, for I relish this.
Pussy wet…
I can feel you drip…drip…drip
As the electrical lines of force
travel from hand to buttocks
to course into your core
soaking you from the inside out.
I smile to myself, arm poised high,
waiting….taunting…teasing,,,,escalating
the scene.
Because I know
in your soul
you need this, relish it.
as you embrace the familiar pain like a
a long lost friend.
And we are both content
By Philip Wardlow
All of It – A Poem
All of It ~
She’s everything,
cute, luscious,devine
wickedly mischievous
a show off, and needy,
funny yet pinch your nipples
serious at times
A passionate soul,
with a demanding nature to be
nurtured and loved and
hugged.
Eyes which twinkle yet bore
into yours, wanting
and wanting
more
and more and more
Damn she’s a chore.
But oh boy, when she asks for
more.
You know what I mean
You smile, because you want to
give it.
With her, your in it.
Deep….balls and all.
To the wall…to the floor…
in her arms and she in yours
and is there any
better place to be?
by Philip Wardlow
Haikus of many flavors
Skipping ~
My mind skips to you,
Hip kick, quippy smile girl
I try not to trip.
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My Hands ~
I smile knowingly,
her breasts were made for my hands
As were other parts.
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Whispers ~
Hidden words whisper,
As her soul shouts to be heard
Mirror doesn’t tell.
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Little Kitten ~
Kittens fangs are short
Paws petite, but claws sharpened
Feral to the bone.
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Fire ~
Roaring fires burn
buried deep in the mind
my eyes shine with it.
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Red Wine ~
Keyed up in body
Red mixed with red finds the head
as my eyes find you.
By Philip Wardlow
Library Fantasy – An Erotic Poem
Library Fantasy –
Black spectacles perched upon her cute little nose,
hair done up in a bun with neck exposed,
tight skirt that falls just shy of the knees,
she is civic in her duties as she gives me
a smile that beckons to pursue a little
light reading.
I spy her shelving books upon the shelf,
A wish comes to mind to take her behind those
shelves and fuck her in a pile of soft paperbacks.
Preferably fantasy or science fiction,
Yes, I’m a nerd like that.
I want to stroll over and grab a
nice thin book of poetry and bend
her over my knees and smack her
bare bottom until Yeats, Frost, or Poe
make her release an earth shattering moan.
Shh…please I’m trying to read.
She will kneel in front of me as I
lounge in my reading chair.
She will hand me a book to peruse as
she unbuttons my pants all the while
giving me a very stern stare.
She will go down on me with lips that
love to talk of bibliographies, bestsellers
and her favorite man named Dewey.
I will whisper to her tales of erotica, and
caress her breasts and nipples with
delicate flutterings from the pages of
my book.
Before her work is done,
she will become very intimate with
Shakespeare,
Cyrano,
and my favorite character,
Don Juan.
by Philip Wardlow
Taken – an Erotic Poem
Taken –
In silent repose in bed
she read.
Night enshrouded her.
Eyes heavy from the day
as sleep was soon to come.
*
*
A creaking of the stairs
revealed of his approach
A small kiss goodnight
then to leave again as always…alas
*
*
Book put aside as he entered,
his handsome rugged smile
found hers as he approached
bedside.
*
*
A light kiss on full lips
along with his lingering cologne
clinging to his pores
caused her to sigh inside.
*
*
Light kiss turned to an insistence
pressure as a rough hand found
her breast…squeezing hard in intention.
*
*
Blankets flung back,
quick hands grabbed at panties
pulling them down thighs, to calves
to feet, then off in a flick.
*
*
Dark brown eyes dilated to drink her
in like a heady red wine.
*
*
Strong hands grabbed at knees forcing
legs open wide,
asking for no permission.
Head dove between thighs
sweetly kissing her other lips.
*
*
She bucked and thrashed as
his attentions below
had taken her well in hand.
The dance with tongue so delicate and
precise.
*
*
He grabbed both her arms by the wrist,
holding them tight at her sides to calm
the body that could not resist
the rising within.
*
*
She rode on wave after wave,
with each successive one ever higher.
*
*
His ardor had risen complete as his
hardness moved up her thighs
pressing, wanting a deep kiss of its
own.
*
*
His eyes found hers as he
entered, sliding into her tight wetness
They moaned in unison at the shared
pleasure as he filled her with him.
*
*
Time evaporated for the next
minutes or hours as he owned her.
Completely.
He was denied nothing as he took
her savagely, pushing and pulling
himself into her.
Biting a shoulder, or her neck, enveloping
a breast with his mouth.
No part of her body was left untouched.
In this instant he lived within her body
This was his domicile to come and go as
he wished.
*
And she welcomed it all…
by Philip Wardlow 2014
A Kiss – A Poem
A Kiss –
Soft but insistent…mirroring ,
playful, yet sensual , wet, probing and tasting
with tongue just ever so lightly….
heated and wanting… pheromones and testosterone exchanged
in the mingling of saliva,
exciting synapses
and releasing of endorphins…ah yes
the Kiss.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
A shot – A small Poem
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
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