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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

She is ~ An Erotic Poem

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She is ~

by JessiBeans on DeviantArt
by JessiBeans on DeviantArt

She is dangerous as a newly

sharpened knife
and delicate as a dying
flower.
I can’t read her mind
but I know her intention
is to please
while secretly demanding to be pleased.
Her sweetness is bottled up
in a jar labeled as poison
Drinking her down
would be problematic if
the antidote was not close at
hand.
Taming her
Cajoling her
Corraling her
You can try,
but you might die just a little inside
if you failed in your quest.
She doesn’t want a pussy,
she already has one of those
so strap on that dick
and pump up your
testosterone,
give her a gentle kiss
but no slack or quarter in bed
She wants you sir.
Deep deep inside
her deviate little head.

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

What I See ~ An erotic Poem

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What I See ~

Artist: Steve Smith
Artist: Steve Smith
She’s a colorful tapestry
overlaid in glass
framed in rigid steel
laid gently
upon my bed.
I don’t know what to make of her.
but I know very well
what I wish
to do to her.
She’s pure sex….
bottled and stoppered,
all I need do is
pull the cork
and she will  flow over me
to fill in my every niche
of need that dwells
within.
She is strong,
resilient, quiet
and purposeful
She has many needs
herself,
deep as a well
and as dark.
but her colors
are bright
and they attract.
Oh that poor moth to the flame.
He never stood a chance.
Yet, I trace each piece of her
as she lies there
from azure blue, to crimson red.
to the delicate pinkish
hues that only a
gentleman like me
is allowed to see.
Her heat is inviting
I am not burned
for it matches my own
and it grows and grows.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Inquiring Minds

Library Fantasy – An Erotic Poem

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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

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Taken – an Erotic Poem

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Taken –
In silent repose in bedtaken
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
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Watching you Read – An erotic love Poem

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Reading

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Landscapes of You

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Landscapes

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

The Get- Up – a poem…….Happy Valentines Day My Dear….:)

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stiletto 5The Get-Up

Fired golden curls cascade,
as your blue eyes smolder,
pink flushed cheeks slyly smile
at me with cherry wine lips.

White silk fitted blouse
scoop breasts like two
full dollops of vanilla ice cream
set in sweet candy cones of
pale lace beneath.

Tight black skirt wraps
around gartered hips
nestled against a lace thong
that parts the way.

Straps pinched tight to
thigh highs which hang close
against skin that has seen many
a sin.

Legs so defined as to entice a man’s
mind from afar and a women’s
eyes to fill with envy disguised.

Diamond studded black stilettos
command my attention as you
walk casually towards me
in the sexual space that
you create.

I am helplessly
yours.

By Philip Wardlow 2013

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Her Body – A poem by Philip Wardlow

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Her Body

I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.

It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.

If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,

 but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame

would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane

as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs

intertwining to manifest into shapes

only nature could conceive.

In the lovely female form

there’s a weakness

in me because as she

walks across the room

I continue to gaze while my

rapture increases knowing her body is

hidden beneath thin layers that only deepen

the mystery of a softness that is surely there.

What if I were to simply let my hands wonder

where they wish to go, to peek lightly with

 fingertips in a caress down her naked back

with all intent to travel on if my bold

desires permitted such an act.

I know my place, but she

will learn my charms,

she will see my face,

and look deep into

my eyes and

wonder if

tonight I

am her

fate.

By Philip Wardlow